I love new year. It’s my favourite holiday. I’m aware that as a cynic and general scrooge about holidays, this may come as a surprise. But I fucking love it. And this year I am cementing a tradition I started last year: Scar’s NYE Party.
This probably won’t be of interest to anyone other than me, but I’m going to post it anyway so I can look back on it next year.
Productivity and efficiency: two of my favourite words. When my old philosophy professor used to tell me off for saying “Have a good day!”, I switched to “I hope your day is pleasant and productive!” because to me at the time productive = good.
Efficiency pervades every aspect of my life. From my morning routine to the way I structure my working day, and even when and where I see my friends, I’m constantly seeking ways to make myself run more efficiently like a Borg drone grasping for knowledge.
Happy Sunday! 🙂
I can’t believe 2015 is nearly over. The year has flown past so quickly, probably due at least in part to the fact that I’ve been out of the country so much. There were a couple of periods where I’d fly somewhere, fly home, dump my stuff, pick up the next round of stuff, and leave immediately. There was a point when I flew from Barcelona to Birmingham with a four-hour stopover in my own house.
Inspired by several of the travel bloggers I follow, I thought I’d do a round-up of my salient travel moments this year. Some good, some bad: all ones that I don’t think I’ll forget in a hurry.
I have led the kind of life that sets one up to hate Christmas.
Brought up a Jehovah’s Witness, my mother and I didn’t celebrate it when I was a child. While other ex-JW adults often talk about feeling as if they missed out, Child Scar never felt that way. The JWs do a good job of explaining to their children (and anyone else who’ll listen) the Pagan origins of the Christmas festival, and how it’s got nothing to do with Jesus’ birth at all, really.
Dear Young Scar,
I thought I’d take this opportunity to write you a letter. I’ve seen these things on other people’s blogs from time to time, and I’ve thought about doing one for ages.
A mixture of novels, autobiographies and instruction manuals for Satanic witches make up this week’s book haul.