“When you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible.” ― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
Weather: sunny with a bitter wind
Word of the day: ideolocator– the name for the ‘you are here’ sign.
For anyone who still remembers old inkbiotic, I’m back! How are you all doing? I’ll be taking a wander around to find out in a bit.
I’ve not been here for a while, and I’ve missed the blogosphere and you delightful people who inhabit it.
Part of the reason I’ve been away, is that everything has changed for me in the last six months. I now have a new home, a new job, a new goddamn attitude (actually, I’m lying, the attitude is much the same). I’m still a gardener, but working for a much smaller organisation made up of quirks and oddballs. I’m living in a house with four people I don’t know, two Canadians, an American and another Englander. Everyone seems friendly, but I’m still trying to figure out routines and moods. So all is kind of chaotic at the moment and I’m hoping this will make for entertaining blogs in the weeks to come.
But for now, I’m going to have an explore of the WordPress world. See you soon.
Any of you familiar with this blog will know I like being nosey and asking you all questions. So here are a few more for you. If you feel inspired, then please answer below, or share and reblog. I look forward to hear what you’ve got to say. I’ll give my own answers next week.
Would you rather be beautiful, an astronaut or able to walk up any surface (ie up walls and along the ceiling)? Why?
Would you rather physically age, mentally age or visibly age?
What was the last good deed you did?
I’ve been watching the Good Place. It’s great. To give a spoiler-free description, it’s a comedy about a Heaven-like place, where you can live in your ideal house in a perfect village, eat all your favourite foods, and hang out with your soul-mate. What three things would you choose to have in your good place?
You get a time machine watch that can only go up to an hour into the past or future. What would you use it for?
You’re such an awesome person, that the mayor of your town has asked you to come up with a national holiday, what would you want the holiday to be for (eg Tree Day, Festival of Dreams), and when would you want it?
What small something would you change right now?
What are your plans for getting older? How do you want to spend your time when/if you stop working? Where do you want to be?
You find out (probably from a magic floating wizard or by text or something) that nothing you do today will have consequences. What’s your itinerary for the day?
When you die your ghost will be trapped in the place of your death, where do you want to die?