Coffee and Cigarettes

I'm home, finally, from France. Well, I have been for the last two days now, but I've only just gotten to bothering to go on Blogger. Besides, I spent the first day back running around town for no reason, as the bank holiday meant I couldn't get my bank cards back (which I lost in London), I couldn't go to the post office to exchange some euros, and I couldn't go to uni to get a new ID card. So I decided to go to the learning center to do some work, as my computer was broken. I couldn't get in without my student ID, so defeated, I returned home and watched Infernal Affairs. Infernal Affairs is such a cool film.

Now I've managed to fix my computer, using some House-style techniques. Train of thought went like this.

"Computer keeps blue-screening. What's the diagnosis?" "Corrupted hard drive?" "So, an auto-immune disease? We can't test the contents without severe risk. We can't biopsy without damaging it." "So we look elsewhere. Maybe it's not the inside. Maybe the problem is environmental." "We found the problem: clotted ventilation unit stopped it from working, overheating, causing the computer to react negatively to any heavy usage: including all the anti-virus tests. It only sprang to life once it cooled down, only to shut down again ten minutes later. Clear out any dust, buy a ventilation unit to keep it cool, it'll be fine." Cue bantering between characters, and end credits

... Anyway. France was certainly enjoyable, except for the bits that weren't. People are generally a blast to observe. Sitting on the metro, for example. It's exactly the same everywhere on earth: avoid eye contact, and make sure you don't touch or go anywhere near the person standing next to you. Two people sharing the same handrail? They may as well be having sex.  Sitting in a crowded area is good for two reasons. Watching people do people things, and people watching you draw. The latter is particularly good when they come up to you and tell you how awesome you are at drawing. Because of this, when drawing in public, I tend to find a picture I've already drawn and is already good. Starting from scratch has the risk of the drawing being shit.

The rest of my stay in France was largely me politely refusing everyone's offers of coffee and cigarettes. 

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Now with everything more or less back to normal, I can spend the rest of the week typing out the Wanderer script, the story for which I finished in France. And I have a new Wacom tablet I want to test out. 

But for now, I'm gonna watch a film.