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Friday, 6 February 2004

Tick Tock


Topic: Lactose Incompetent
I don't have nah time to blog tomorrow, innit, so I'm blogging the next day today. Rah! I caught up with real-time. That's why people like me live at zero degrees longitude, and people like you live somewhere not as important as here. Near Penge, that is.
So where was I? Ah yes, Malice's soft tepid spurtings of joy juice. (ew)
Lost in a haze of relaxation in my two inches of lukewarm heaven. I diligently removed my watch and placed it in this week's customary pose on the bog cistern.
An hour later, it was gone. Gone! Where the fuck is my watch? You do not realise how much my bloody job is regulated by time and appointments. How far out of my normally adapted sleep routine I am in a too hot bedroom, with not enough air, cats who are ignoring me, a different route to the coffee pot and two hours extra sleep in the morning. That every electrical item in the house has reset itself till it's about sixteen hours out from GMT. That I have to be at Gatwick Airport at six in the morning tomorrow. How wrong I am liable to get the time when I just guess.

I caved. The next day I caved. I kept trying to use the dying mobile, but I couldn't cope with adding and subtracting from a twenty four hour clock. I tried carrying my laptop round, but everyone takes it and plays with it, and starts laughing at their stupid videos of themselves. I can't see the time icon over their shoulders. So I did a tour of Pikey Jewellers in Lewisham.
I'm not sure if I've blogged my problems with watches. I tried to come it with another blogger a while back that I had dyscalculia, but she said I was just showing off, and I had to admit I was trying ot over glamourise basic stupidity on my part. I can't tell the time.
Well, that is to say, I can tell the time. I can tell the digital time. And through constant hourly practise (I'm not joking) with a dial face watch I can screw my face up and tell you the time within under a minute, if the dial has all the five minute markings, and at least four numbers, and really long clear hands.
Okay, you can stop laughing now. Or I'll pull the violin out and tell you how many bloody years it took me to learn to tie shoelaces. I'm as good as Elaine Showalter or FR Leavis if you want a spot of classic literature interpreted, but put me in a room full of monkeys and I'll give you one guess who will be asking who how many more minutes till the big hand hits the twelve?
So, anyway, every time I get a watch I try to make it a little bit harder to read, to keep my wits sharp and keep it difficult so I have to practise. (Another mere detail - if I don't tell the time for a week or two, I forget how to do it. Aaargh.)
Today I was so so so proud of myself. No numbers on the dial. I rejected four watches for lack of minute dots, or hands that were too long, or square faces (don't change the bloody geometric shape or you'll have me fitting and foaming at the mouth, for god's sake). The dial is one and a half centimetres in diameter. (That's small, for you imperial measuring imperialist oldies, right.)
I was so proud of my fearlessness, I showed it to Tybalt when she came to pick up the keys for tomorrow. Big mistake. She noticed that the time I'd given her, just a few minutes before (okay, okay, I don't know how many bloody minutes) was not exactly correct.
Only out by two hours, I was. Bah.

This page graced by sarsparilla at 10:23 PM GMT
Updated: Friday, 6 February 2004 10:28 PM GMT
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Friday, 6 February 2004 - 11:18 PM GMT

Name: Nursie
Home Page: http://muddyblog.typepad.com

*snicker*. No really, do you know that your site is now unreadable in IE? Had to check the comments to read the post.

Friday, 6 February 2004 - 11:50 PM GMT

Name: yidaho
Home Page: http://www.yidaho.com/mt

Works okay here, using IE6. Strange.

Saturday, 7 February 2004 - 10:01 AM GMT

Name: Vanessa

Well it works in the comments, then, what you moaning about?

Saturday, 7 February 2004 - 10:04 AM GMT

Name: Looby
Home Page: http://www.loobynet.com

At least you don't use Moveable Type!:
http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2004/2/2/171117/8823

Saturday, 7 February 2004 - 7:44 PM GMT

Name: Nursie
Home Page: http://muddyblog.typepad.com

Hey! Some of us have made whining an art-form. :p

Tuesday, 10 February 2004 - 6:12 PM GMT

Name: em
Home Page: http://yuptrenton.typepad.com/quick_story/

i had no problem reading it on my machine . . .

hey, that's a strange wrinkle, being unable to tell time. I'll have to look up that term--dyscalulia. Sounds interesting. I have a sort of similar sitch--i can not figure out what a person is saying to me if they spell out the words. and being a mom of 3, people want to spell things at me all the time. makes me want to shout--"Stop spelling at me!" wonder if there's a cool-sounding term for that. well, other than "stupid" of course.

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