Heat.
by phill
As Gendo Ikari
says during that memorable episode* of Neon Genesis Evangelion, ‘It’s hot.’ The problem with Summer is that when remembered, it always brings to mind the really great times you enjoyed last time it came past. Going down to the beach, swimming pool parties, Christmas, cricket, and Summer Refreshing Drink cocktails. What it does not immediately remind you of is sitting inside a 40+ degree house with very little insulation and a layer of bricks that cheerfully remain baking hot long into the night. Louise and I weren’t here for quite a bit of last Summer, so my memories of how the house behaved during that period were a little hazy. Which by happy coincidence is a good word to describe our house during the peak of the day; a constantly shifting haze obscured by the waves of heat that emanate from its firestone walls. It is, quite simply, the Hottest Fucking Place on the planet.
So hot is my house, that I intentionally went to the cricket yesterday to escape it. Yes, that’s right, I went outside to cool down. Granted, going to the cricket had been planned months earlier when we bought the tickets, but nevertheless, tears of joy joined the torrents of sweat when I awoke and realised I would escape my infernal place of rest for an uncovered plastic seat around a cricket oval. Catching the bus was an orgy of delight thanks to its noisy but effective air-conditioning (the same cannot be said for our noisy and completely fucking useless air-conditioning). By the time I got to my seat and sat down upon its blisteringly hot curves, I had all but forsaken any idea of ever going back. Staying indoors does have some advantages though. For a start, you don’t end up with an inch-thick layer of sunscreen, oil and sweat covering your arms from having to reapply the UV protection every half an hour. Furthermore, you don’t have to wear a daggy hate and sit with a towel across your legs due to a bad childhood experience causing you to be completely paranoid about burning the tops of your feet (second degree burns, not pretty). Lastly, you don’t have to sit around for five and a half hours watching Australia do sweet bugger all, only to leave and discover that in the time it has taken you to get home, five wickets fell! What the shit, Australia? What the shitting shit?!
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*Oh come on, you must remember the one where there’s the power outage and the Angel turns up to drip the acid down on top of NERV HQ and Rei has to use the giant shield to stop it while Shinji and Asuka recover and use that massive rifle to blast it to bits? No? Well, shit.
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Dude. It’s snowing.
And fuck Evangelion and Shinji’s fucking ceilings.
Also, a daggy hate?
@Cian Shinji can’t hear you, he’s too busy cryyiinnnnggggg
Also, when you start updating your blog more than once every never, you can criticise my spelling.
Also also try giving The XX a shot when you have a hangover. Mellow, mellow band that has been very helpful to me lately.
There is aircon at uni.
My inner spelling Nazi has Zyklon B ready for you.
I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE XX! (Fave song, Islands)
@Shane Yes, but there is also uni at uni D:
@Cian No you didn’t! I distinctly remember going to metacritic.com and looking for new bands which had good ratings. SO NYAH
Posted in Musings on 11/02/2009 02:54 am by Cian
“D) The XX’s album “xx” is remaining very high in my esteem.”
Posted in Musings on 09/08/2009 12:23 am by Cian
“The one band we did find (infact, Neil found) was The XX. They did a brilliant cover of ‘Teardrops’ (footsteps on the dancefloor, reminds me baby of you, teardrops in my eyes, the next time I’ll be true yeahhh..) and I’ve heard their album on Spotify, it’s very listenable.”
SO NYAH FUCKING NYAH!
@CIAN UM PRETTY SURE POSTING SOMETHING ON YOUR BLOG DOES NOT CONSTITUTE TELLING ME. DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY EXAM IN THIRD YEAR AND HOW I THINK I STUBBED ME TOE? HUH HUH? FUCKING MERRY CHRISTMAS :DDDDDD