Paranormal Investigator
21 02 2006I finally caved to the livejournal crowd and got myself a crossposting plugin, primarily because livejournal’s handling of RSS feeds is shockingly bad. If you’re reading this on livejournal, You can safely friend channelzero and remove the james_hunt feed because I’m not even going to try with that anymore. I’ll leave it there in case anyone’s using it still, but let the record show I am disillusioned by that particular technology.
It’s not all disappointment though. Today during a particularly whimsical episode of Quantum Leap Nikki and I investigate a little and discovered that the BPS doesn’t object to me calling myself a Parapsychologist, because you don’t need accreditation to be one. So, hell, I’ve decided to become one. If you notice any parapsychological phenomena around, let me know. As a child I read so much about Alien Abductions and crop circles that I become convinced they’d target me because I was on the verge of learning too much, as if re-reading Arthur C. Clarke’s Mysterious World over and over again would lead me to revelations no-one else had yet experienced. Dangerous revelations. My point is, I’m qualified. You can call me Mulder, and Nikki’s my Scully. I don’t want a Krycek or T-1000 or any of the other characters though, so if you were hoping to get in on the scam, you are, as we say in the parapsychology business, SOL.
I had a McDonalds at lunch because I was quite hungry, then instantly regretted it. Ian and I also went to Argos to get him new headphones and tried to figure out what it is about the Argos model of product distribution that has left it unchanged in living memory. He reserved the stuff online before we set foot near a store but it still involved copious standing around while numbers were read out in an utterly arbitrary order - “239,” it went. “242. “243. 240. 236. 241.” Whatever strange forces govern Argos, they’re clearly beyond human comprehension.
This morning, in Cambridge Circus, a giant inflatable foot hovered above the entrance to the theatre. It had fish-hook style tethers in the sole and unintentionally looked very very painful. At lunchtime, they took it away.
I have to say I’m impressed and awed by your new Parapsychology qualification. It sounds like the forces in play at Argos require further investigation, but why did you instantly regret your trip to McDonalds? Your lack of explanation implies that whatever grizzly events unfolded there are too disturbing to be told.