Fish, gravity, and excessive adjectives.

Adding an image to this is far too easy. I'm very sure it's going to turn out all wrong, because me and adding image to things don't quite mix. But I have faith this time. I don't quite know what I'm going to put in this thing, but pictures are always nice. This is the Manawatu River, taken from underneath the Fitzherbert Bridge. I've noticed that the boring town where I live is much more interesting when there are no cars, people or buildings in it. This is pretty much my backyard. With cows.

Tomorrow is the start of my second full week at my job. It's not much of a job, considering it's not much of a wage. It's much easier to just switch most of my brain off and go on autopilot. But it's...fairly interesting. I am fairly good at cutting large fillets of salmon, though not so hot on crumbing gurnard, the first day there I dropped one or two fillets and the fillet knife ont he floor, just missing my foot. And that's not the last injury I've inflicted on myself: bruised elbow from hitting the manual slicer when I was in too much of a hurry; spontaneous nose-bleeds while drying the dishes; having one of the sliding cabinet doors fly out of it's track and on to my foot; and hitting my hip on the chiller door mechanism, which left a lovely bruise and a dent right on the bone. And I am doomed to be forever covered in coleslaw dressing, though the less said, the better. But there are perks, free food from the bakery, if they are so inclined. The caramel afghans are the best, but three in one day is not the best idea. The free food makes having to tolerate infinite levels of rudeness and unnecessary impatience from customers just that much more bearable. But only a smidge. And what can I say, I've never looked better in a pair of black and white checked pajamas before. Stylish. I'm not complaining, it is money, and the rent doesn't pay itself.

I'm really just killing time until my download of the season finale of Atlantis finishes. My 'fake' weekend was spent pretty much gushing over photos and reports from the Pegasus 2 convention in London. And with all the lovely and gorgeous photos, how can I not squeal like a giddy five year old? it was really fun to be chatting with C. while, erm, perving (shall we politely say, huh?) over the wonderful (and flirty and funny and slightly weird but charming all the way) David Nykl. The cast on that show really do have this amazing chemistry, so very easy going and goofy, so much love! And now it's been confirmed that David Hewlett is going to Armageddon this year in Auckland, I just can't wait. Actually I'm hoping Kavan Smith gets himself over here, too.

...I feel like I'm writing one of those first-day-back=after-the-Christmas-break What I Did Over The Summer reports. Blogspot feels too proper after the junior kids' playground that is LJ. This is like the first day of high school. I hope I'm doing okay, but these damn shoes are far too big. Maybe I'll grow into them.