conditioning

Shit.

I sleep with a cool-air-fan (sometimes more than one) next to the bed each night, because I like a bit of white noise and find a silent room really claustrophobia-inducing and weird.

The flip side of this is that now the daytimes are heating up a bit and I have to put on some aircon to chill the room out...

... I start falling asleep.

This is not conducive to productivity.

Speaking of things which aren't conducive to productivity, efw is increasingly providing me the Lulz.

Damn the internets. I'll never get a thing done.

at the checkout

[Tom (old friend / temporary lodger) and Scott buying shopping in a very domestic fashion, both doing packing.]

[Scott pays for his shopping, Tom's shopping comes through, Tom faffs with wallet]

Scott: Oh, so I'm doing your packing for you now, am I? I'm your packing bitch now?

Tom: I much prefer "Packing heterosexual life-partner"

Scott (to anyone listening): I am the GIVER, I want to be clear on that.

Checkout Drone: Could you enter your PIN please, sir?

Tom (LOUDLY, to Drone): WHAT? OH GOD, NO, I'M NOT GAY!

Checkout Drone: *shock* *something about never saying he WAS gay*

Tom: But my partner here LOVES the cock!

Scott (blushing): Duuuuuude. *laugh* - Yeah, I'm queer. That's why I'm buying nappies...

[Checkout Drone quickly returns card and receipt]

Scott (loudly, while walking away): Man, we forgot the turkey baster!

[exeunt]
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This is not the first, nor even second time that I have had an argument with a male friend at a checkout about who is the giver, while looking for all the world the very picture of the domestic queer, buying provisions for a heavy night's GAY.

referential

Hah, watching Supernatural and a "crazy" character whips out a copy of a magazine with "BIRTH OF THE CYBERMEN" on the cover and starts yaddering about 'mandroids'.

Weird to see UK fiction feed into US stuff like that instead of the other way around.