Strolling Under Jupiter

AM

Least: Close to 9:58am I woke with a feeling of exhaustion that was incommensurate with my activities of yesterday. I had planned to get up early and restart my strolls around the pond but to no avail. Perhaps my lacklustre is a result of the relentless heatwave (now waning) that is the Osakan summer, it could be diet, or the drudgery of being back at work. Either way it will make my mornings incredibly uninteresting until further notice.

Most: Sometime around 11:10am, I was once again trawling through the Courier Mail readers' comments section looking for some cracking comedy. As usual, the cranks were again out in force after the reports of the hottest day in August surfaced. But, despite temperature records being smashed all over Australia and the world, the flat-earthers still churn out the same ignorant, right-wing garbage. The paranoia, rage, fear, anti-intellectualism, parochialism, hate, stupidity, arrogance, bigotry and pig-headedness is astonishing. The comments surrounding Shapelle Corby's insanity were almost as entertaining.The Japanese version is a little too earnest - I wonder who's positing?

PM

Least: Just after 4:30pm, I suffered the degradation of undoing some incredibly boring work that I had done about a month ago. I spent and hour carefully unpicking packets of tissues from cheap plastic fans. Both the fans and the tissues were going to be put to some mysterious use in the future despite the snakebite-ish puncture wounds. Even worse, I'm bound to suffer the same dire boredem again, probably at the same place. At least the fact that I'm doing it means that someone else won't have to.

Most: Walking home from the station at 10:10pm, I revelled in the cool breeze and emptyish streets - alone except for a man picking up a fresh turd from his corgi. Above was the sky littered with artifical light from the vast city. The only point of light to break through is (apparently) the monstorous Jupiter and without the moon it is the biggest thing in the sky. With a clear sky, the night will hopefully be far cooler and far better for sleeping through.

This Week's Boring Surprise

AM

Least: At 10:37am, I once again found myself groaning at the thought of calling headquarters to learn of my shift for today. Although most Mondays usually ends in extreme boredem, there is always the chance of a horror shift with too many kids classes or an epic rail journey. Uncertainty is stressful, but it becomes boring very quickly despite the surprises.This week's boring surprise: Komyoike 3:45pm to 9:35pm.


Most:  Just after 5:24am, I unexpectedly got out of bed and took a whiff of the air outside to sample the weather. From our balcony I got a great view of the rising sun, which I thought appropriate given my current location. The sun dominated the urban sprawl and gave the usually boring concrete a pleasing orange glow. Next time I'll take a photo. Looking at todays astronomical forcasts I found that high noon with actually be at midday today and tomorrow's daylight will be two minutes shorter.

PM

Least: By 9:36pm, I was at the good end of a six hour stint underground. My tomb was also surrounded by a second-string shopping mall with muzak of muzak playing. It was like spending the afternoon in a cinema watching a movie about out-of-date wall postings. When I emerged from my burrow, the decaying concourse was dark and filled with dodgy looking loiterers.

Most: Sometime around 5:35pm, I began listening to the lamentations of a women in a loveless marriage. She had four teenage kids, a house deep in the country, a lazy spiteful husband and not many other options. Her marriage had been arranged and although she had serious doubts about her suitor, he and his mother, came to the woman's family home to ensure a yes vote. She enjoyed reading whilst lying on the floor, but lept to sit ladylike in a chair upon hearing her husband's footfalls. She said "I think he loves me". Interesting and very sad, and apparently not too uncommon.