Annals of Accumulated Arcana

A winding path through the catacombs of my mind

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New song, same old feels. 

Who needs all the loud fizzing and bangs when you have the best lyrics ever. I hope I will be given some peace. :’)

I think the first thing I’ll do when I get a job is to get myself a dog. One of those huge Saint Bernards that are used as rescue dogs in the mountains and as companion pets for the blind. Only I’ll get a puppy and I will center my affections on it because dogs, even strays, are the only beings still capable of blind trust and unconditional acceptance left in this world and they deserve all our appreciation for this.

The things we end up doing :-)

The things we end up doing :-)


all was golden in the sky when the day met the night.


all was golden in the sky when the day met the night.

(Source: swimmingtothesurface)

And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?” 


Kristen Connolly in Houdini. Sigh. :)

A rat managed to get into my room sometime last night. I happened to see it turning a corner just before I was going to bed. And since then I have not managed to get more than 30 minutes of sleep. Covering yourself with a sheet and leaving no gaps doesn’t work. Convincing yourself that the rat is more scared of you than you are seems to backfire. In the end I had to resort to leaving my door open and going out for a walk half asleep. 

When I returned I was faced with another related but somewhat trickier problem. I couldn’t figure out what the required level of confidence should be for saying that the rat has left my room. Very similar to a Heisenberg search and you shall displace the rat to another location paradigm I cannot be fully certain that the rat has indeed left my room. 

At the end of all this I am forced to give up on sleep and write this from my phone since, my laptop is on my bed and I’m not exactly comfortable sitting there right now. I guess the rat is one of the best examples of size doesn’t matter. As a company you really should want to be like the rat, something not necessarily huge but which you just can’t ignore and which can take away your sleep if needed with the most innocuous of actions. 

Damn you tiny rat, damn you and your dreaded timing.

  • A: I think people in your life normally will fit into a service role and identifying that role early can help make things very clear between two people.
  • B: Hmm, I totally agree with the roles part.
  • A: That's very surprising. I usually never find someone willing to simplify a person's existence to a job type role.
  • B: Why not? You, for example, would be my personal guardian angel.
  • A: I don't think giving me that title would be a very good idea. I tend to cross the line between the concepts of protectiveness and ownership very often.
  • B: Sometimes, they mean the same thing.
  • A: Only when there's trust in one's intentions.
  • B: Now what does that tell you.
  • : )
  • Thank you for walks late at night. Sorry for getting you stuck in the rain tonight.

Boy, if someone saw my scrobbles right now my taste in music would be seriously questioned :P

Second time in two weeks that I’ve broken/sprained some or the other part of my body. If I don’t take better care of myself I’ll not be left with much to care for.