A Portmanteau Update

[finncullen]

I haven't updated for a while, but finally have some things to comment on...

 

I had a follow up appointment this morning with my doctor to determine whether or not I am becoming slightly less mental and it seems that I am. He asked all the usual questions and seemed to find my answers appropriate enough that he didn’t reach for his taser more than once during the meeting.   He suggested that I continue with the lovely potion he provided me for a few more months yet – which I knew anyway, but he reaffirms it at each meeting in case I feel tempted to throw the stuff away with reckless abandon at the first sign of improvement.

 He also ruled out, again, for the moment, the opportunity for cognitive behavioural therapy. His opinion of the currently available practitioners is not high, he explained when I pressed him for reasons, and he added that there were two reasons why he would rule it out at the moment.   Firstly that I would probably not benefit from (and I quote) “visiting some twenty two year old new graduate for a hand holding session which would probably do nothing than annoy you” and secondly that “for all their faults they don’t deserve that.”   He said it with a smile though so that’s okay.

 For now.

 *glares*

 Anyway, if the dear doctor thinks I am improving it is probably a good job I didn’t tell him about my dream last night. I almost prefer the insomnia.   Without going into moment by moment details the main plot elements of the dream were as follows.

 I was working in the building where my previous job was based, though it was much fuller than in reality with lots of banks of desks and people everywhere. Imagine my delight.   However some amusement was afforded by the announcement that the company had a new manager who turned out to be Barack Obama (an American politician apparently).

 This fellow turned out to be quite personable and on visiting his office to make myself known to him he turned out to be quite a fan of science fiction, of comic books and other sensible and highly laudable things. He then loaned me a graphic novel that he had written himself which I decided to read at my desk rather than work. No one challenged me on this, which was lucky.

 I was delighted, on reading this graphic novel, to discover that he had incorporated in the storyline several minor characters from Storyforge and resolved to inform the other Storyforgers (who all worked in the building) of this remarkable turn of events. I couldn’t find any alas and, in rather a bad mood, I retired to the conservatory of the office (no… there wasn’t one in real life…) to spend my break.

 There I noted with some pleasant confusion that all the radio broadcasts that were being played were in Dutch, and my rather smug intention to reveal that I could understand some of what was being said was thwarted when two dinosaurs and a dragon appeared outside the window and looked at me curiously. At this point I decided to return to work.

 An unusual dream for Finn to have, and entirely lacking in the usual themes I have come to know and love. Perhaps this marks a new and rather surreal trend, we shall see.

 And finally, whimpering and exhausted congratulations to all the lovely Storyforgers for Tuesday’s rather magnificent activity – 200 new posts between midnight and midnight (my time) and all staggeringly devoid of fluff. Brava and Bravo to you all.

 And I am reliably informed that we will shortly be seeing the return of Xavier/Evan who will be taking up the reins of his delightful cadre of characters once more.   Since I have the most astonishing man-crush on Xavier you can imagine my glee.   The player informs me that he/she (*glares*) now has internet access and time and intends to return imminently!

Comments

[newsboyhat.livejournal.com]

-hugs Finn some more-
You are my finnvouritest in the world :)

[ronja-liek.livejournal.com]

Excellent, a man that returns to work at the sight of dinosaurs.
If you did not have an occupation already, i'd offer to you one.

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nog iets interesessants op de radio?

[finncullen.livejournal.com]

jammer niets, het was heel saai. De weervoorspelling ik denk.