Come on back to the war

[devi]

You know those bits in films where the story skips forward and there's an establishing shot showing something that indicates what time we're in now? Newspaper headlines. A pop song. Colour schemes. Jeans suddenly baggy or skinny, hair suddenly fouffy or 'fro. I had a moment like that this summer on the tube at West Ham. In front of me there was a row of people reading newspapers with the Olympics all over them, and some dubstep went 'wommmmm' on my headphones just as we passed a row of wind turbines. Look, it's 2012!

I am posting to LJ from underground, on my commute, with my tiny pocket computer. This morning feels a bit like that. I am wearing glasses. My jeans are indeed skinny. I am listening to an old ultraruby mix (British Summertime). My hair is the same as it ever was. Hello world! It's been a weird couple of years. How were yours?

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Comments

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

Hello! My last couple of years have been all angst and spreadsheets in South London. I haven't got the hang of smartphones yet, or silent discos, but I have finally understood leggings.

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

Bah to angst and spreadsheets! In my experience they tend to make each other worse.

(Leggings are brilliant, though)

[miss-newham.livejournal.com]

I don't think I would get by without finding something to angst about, and I've learned to quite like spreadsheets, so it's all OK really!

[bluedevi.livejournal.com]

My current work project is basically fighting future angst (huge project trainwrecks further down the line, people getting eviscerated by my pitbull sort-of-boss) with a 1,500-line spreadsheet, so I can understand that.