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Still owe myself (and by extent you, my semi-captive audience) a post about the Doctor Who finale. I was pretty far off on a lot of things, but thankfully things were different in a way that I enjoyed anyway. (Why do I love Rory so much? It doesn't even make sense! Maybe it's my soft spot for the normal guy caught up in everyone else's mess?)
Work is pretty much exactly how I expected it would be by this point in the summer (ie: eating up all of my time). I am trying not to complain, but I don't think I'm going to be able to manage that for much longer. Unfortunately, the really truly crazy stuff has pretty much all gone on to greener pastures, so I'm more or less just left with the work itself being nonsense. I'm not yet sure how I feel about this. I don't even have anything interesting to complain about anymore. Which is probably why it's been more than three weeks since I last used the law-clerking tag. (Though I'd like to think it's more a matter of me being busy with other, more interesting things.)
But! I've realized I never gave the full update on the whole The Stig is Dead saga. After a weekend-and-a-day of mulling it over, I got a call from the claim manager telling me that they'd cover my bike. Needless to say this was great news (the scale of which, in comparison to the rest of this year, I promised not to repeat, as it's depressing). They came for the Stig Thursday afternoon--unfortunately, it happened too quickly for me to leave a note with him, so his future owners will just have to realize his name on their own. I got the check Friday. I'm actually still a little amazed that the whole thing went as smoothly as it did. I even have my new bike, complete and whole as of Monday night (after a bit of haggling, in which I negotiated away a brand new, special-ordered stem in order to get a scuffed-up second-hand stem that was exactly like my old one. Everyone at Village Cycle probably thinks I'm flat-out nuts at this point. Brought in a three-month old bike, already destroyed, and a gigantic bruise, came back a week or so later and bought a new bike without even having my insurance check yet, came back again to get parts swapped out and spent the better part of half an hour trying to get them to match the invoice for my original bike and telling them that one of the things they'd added to my bike was "too shiny."
The new bike doesn't have a name yet. With its old handlebars it was almost certainly Nine (for some reason, they made the outsized nature of its wheels really stand out). With the straight black bars I'm not so sure anymore, though the fact that it already has an old, scuffed-up stem, it's not a stretch to consider this a regeneration. It moves in a straight line too reliably to be the Doctor though, really. I'll give it a few more days.
Work is pretty much exactly how I expected it would be by this point in the summer (ie: eating up all of my time). I am trying not to complain, but I don't think I'm going to be able to manage that for much longer. Unfortunately, the really truly crazy stuff has pretty much all gone on to greener pastures, so I'm more or less just left with the work itself being nonsense. I'm not yet sure how I feel about this. I don't even have anything interesting to complain about anymore. Which is probably why it's been more than three weeks since I last used the law-clerking tag. (Though I'd like to think it's more a matter of me being busy with other, more interesting things.)
But! I've realized I never gave the full update on the whole The Stig is Dead saga. After a weekend-and-a-day of mulling it over, I got a call from the claim manager telling me that they'd cover my bike. Needless to say this was great news (the scale of which, in comparison to the rest of this year, I promised not to repeat, as it's depressing). They came for the Stig Thursday afternoon--unfortunately, it happened too quickly for me to leave a note with him, so his future owners will just have to realize his name on their own. I got the check Friday. I'm actually still a little amazed that the whole thing went as smoothly as it did. I even have my new bike, complete and whole as of Monday night (after a bit of haggling, in which I negotiated away a brand new, special-ordered stem in order to get a scuffed-up second-hand stem that was exactly like my old one. Everyone at Village Cycle probably thinks I'm flat-out nuts at this point. Brought in a three-month old bike, already destroyed, and a gigantic bruise, came back a week or so later and bought a new bike without even having my insurance check yet, came back again to get parts swapped out and spent the better part of half an hour trying to get them to match the invoice for my original bike and telling them that one of the things they'd added to my bike was "too shiny."
The new bike doesn't have a name yet. With its old handlebars it was almost certainly Nine (for some reason, they made the outsized nature of its wheels really stand out). With the straight black bars I'm not so sure anymore, though the fact that it already has an old, scuffed-up stem, it's not a stretch to consider this a regeneration. It moves in a straight line too reliably to be the Doctor though, really. I'll give it a few more days.
