So I added August and July 1997 to hedgehog.net last night while waiting for Nik! Only 11 more months to add before my crit starts!
Which is in eleven days.

Yep, it took me five months to re-code the other fourteen archived months, so clearly that's happening.

And that reminds me.

You know eleven days from now? When my crit starts? Well, that is also, ahem ahem ahem, my 34th birthday.

Now I bow to Lizzie Dripping, the greatest birthday pimper in all the world, but may I mention in my own very humble and gracious way that I will be VERY VERY SAD what with becoming so old and decrepit and stuff, so anyone who wants to send me a card or a present purely out of pity is certainly welcome to do so.

I'm not proud.

So on Monday night I suddenly had a hankering (yes! An actual hankering!) to see Everest on the massive giant 'normous IMAX screen at Sony Lincoln Square.

A couple of months ago (I think I didn't mention it) Nik lent me the book "Into Thin Air", which is about the tragedy that took place at the same time as the film was being done, and which is an astonishingly moving story. Well, because I had already read the book, I sobbed throughout the entire film.

Well, not the whole thing, but as soon as the team leader said "Among the other expeditions on the mountain at that time was one led by my good friend Rob Hall" I burst into tears. And even the later bits, after the deaths, when there was all this triumphant music and things, I still saw it as a very sad story.

I recommend reading the book first, actually, as it really deepens the experience of watching the film. Which was quite stunningly beautiful, by the way. I sure don't want to climb Everest, not having a death-wish, but I'll tell you, I sure would like to see Katmandu. It was in the film, and looked like a really beautiful town.

The ribbon broke.

Remember when I had it on my hand and it fell off? And I tied it on tighter and then it fell off again? Well, I tied it to my keyring, and would sometimes use it to carry my keys round my wrist, but usually I would just put them in my pocket.

Well, yesterday evening I needed to get into the stockroom at work and I put the keys around my wrist with the ribbon, and then when I got back to my desk I took it off and...

It broke.

One year ago today:
"Do I have to dial 9 for a local call?"

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