I write therefore I think.

Against the odds

Right now Manchester works best for me if I consider it as one large hospital and the psychiatrists are trying to sell me a message. Being so close to the cemetary it's not a hard message to interpret. Although I do find the dead exceedingly good company. We sit together and share sandwiches and communicate in our way. But not much about this city is what it seems. I recently heard of one tourist who bemoaned the lack of privately run art galleries, but when you look hard enough you would be suprised what bit of the mundane suddenly turn into something else, including art galleries. Although being dead does appear to offer one certain priviledges when operating on family and other relatives.

One of the problems I'm currently toying with is a my friend of foe system; part of a form of sophisticated conceptual modeling that's more than just a spelling mistake; conceptually speaking it's quite a ride. As with anything which pops-up in my mind these days the effect on my children is where I can really see the oddness. They shared most of their past weekend with me.

Max got the award for Communication Most Likely to Disbelieved. What he said was "outside; brother; non-hostile". I think it was a reaction to Zac being required to wear a red tie earlier that day. But that Max said it in context with regards to another conversation is what really had me laughing. His expression really was a camera moment, he looked so proud he'd managed to get me to hear him.

Alex presented me with a box of the dimensions I was thinking of the week before. Then she was sufficiently evil all day to provide targeting information. Tagging Max as 'Evil Genus' early on in proceedings. She also supplied sufficient intel for me to spot where obscure bits of previous behaviour patterns came from. That it came from there and once effected me in that way has ramifications way beyond the word unfair. I walked the plank a bit for that one.

Zac was, I gave him thirty pieces of silver and he commented on the fact I'd just given him enough for a packet of cigarettes. Events had tagged him red so he got ganked by grandmothers all day. I helped him tag a pirate and threw in a hanged-man and watched as the situation escalated. Caught echoes of it all through the day. Making my experience of the whole day one I'm not likely to forget. Although lobbing nukes at wizards from church is behaviour not likely to be repeated.

I suspect someone somewhere knows the extent to which not normal applies to me and mine. Which is why worldly interpretation of my case seem to be misrepresenting me in a manner where my access to my children may be legally curtailed. Even when I'm with them I can sense a presence restricting the parameters by which I may interact with them. It's not pleasant but it's a fact of life. Still, the parameters are able to change to a remarkable degree now. Sometimes something that shouldn't even gets through; I suspect the baby-sitter gave me the cold shoulder all night becasue of what we'd done; or was that her mother.