I’m a bit tied up with stuff at the moment. Stuff and shit. Shit and stuff.
I’m busy in a little project which I’m enjoying but which takes time. All my time. This explains the shortage of nonsense coming from this quarter, but when I get a free minute, or alternatively, when I decide I’ve had enough of this shit and go away to decompress, I make sure to bring the laptop with me so that I can spread the bullshit.
As you might know from previous posts over the years, I like to make stuff from timber. I like to build things, and that’s what I’m about at the moment. Making stuff. Building things. I love doing that but don’t get the opportunity often enough.
There’s a great release in it. A great freedom. Over the years — the endless years of my existence, for I am very old indeed — I’ve done all sorts of things, and many of them have involved people asking me hard questions I had to answer.
When will the phlinbogthabnink be ready?
How many thingwaggles do we need?
What size is the krodfanjbibble?
The hoojaxabibbie doesn’t work.
I always did my best to solve the problem.
I’ll find out. I’ll look into it. I’ll have a meeting with them and see if it can be redesigned. I’ll call him. I’ll ask. I’ll do it.
This project is heaven. Today, somebody asked me how the equipment should be installed and I said, I don’t know. I’m only the fucking chippy.
God. I could get used to this.