Naquada

Seems FISM is a while ago now, and I’ve been hard at work playing with all the stuff I brought out there, Coin through Glass, ‘Bruised’ and some other bits and pieces. Bruised I think might make an outing this weekend for a wedding reception, but Melting Point (coin through glass table) needs some more work..

I’ve also been working on some other web projects the last week which has kept me away from here.. but yesterday was a bit weird..

Everyone has bad days, and worse days, bad days normally start off bad, and get progressively worse, probably something like the feeling a hamster gets in one of those clear plastic balls at it teeters at the top the stairs; its bad.. and its going to get worse as I go down…

Bad days could also be described as the type of days when you drop your keys down the drain as your unlocking your car, worse days, would be when you running late as well..

My day wasn’t bad, it wasn’t worse, it was weird.. weird in the same that things happen that really defy explanation, defy the underlying principals that make normal.. well.. normal.

Weird can be described as the sort of thing you don’t hear someone say very often, weird can be the one line you hear from someone else’s conversation in a crowded coffee shop.. the ‘..and then he said he was pregnant..’ line, when everyone looks round and immediately becomes interested in the rest of the quite probably totally uninteresting conversation.

So.. Weird.. was, probably for me, the thing that questioned the whole reality of my day happened at the Heathrow roundabout under the M4, and could serve as a warning to anyone else in that area about the whole essence of normal..

When heading round a round about, its not considered normal to be almost run off the road by a VW Beetle, its also not really normal for that VW Beetle to be driven by Elvis, and not just someone that looks like Elvis, we’re talking glasses, hair, full white ‘getting slightly podgy’ suite and rings Elvis look alike.. Now its acceptable that this Elvis didn’t see me.. possibly due to the cherry on the cake weirdness of the fact that the back of the VW was stuffed full of luggage, including what looked like a I’m been to Spain and couldn’t find anything to buy straw donkey (with sombrero)..

So possibly the definition of weird is being almost run off the road by a Elvis running late in his VW Beetle, with a stuffed donkey on the way to the airport..