Rather annoyingly, I left a tiny thing behind in New York: a mini DVI to DVI adapter. This is the thing that I need to attach my PowerBook to a monitor. Up until about two years ago, I didn’t use an external monitor, just hunching myself over the PowerBook and making do. But after two days without the use of a monitor, I was starting to get ever-so-slightly irritated. Especially as I went to a Apple supplier to get one yesterday and they didn’t have one in stock. I had to go back today and get it. This store is just a bit too far away to be an okay distance, and it involves a long, arduous bus journey; a bus journey that, if you can get in and out of the shop within ten minutes isn’t so bad cos you can get the return bus fairly swiftly. If not, which is more often the case, it’s a twenty-odd minute wait.
So I’m on the bus, and it’s one of those buses with seats that face both forwards and backwards. From my seat, I can see a girl, maybe early 20s at most, and she’s listening to music on headphones. She’s a good-looking girl, not my cup of tea, but if you saw her, you’d say she was good-looking. She was good-looking in that shower-gel-model kinda way. I’m sure she’ll have lovely wedding photos one day.
(I do wonder why it is we all have different tastes when it comes to the looks of other people. And why some people, like the girl on the bus, can be attractive yet not stir any emotions at all. Heidi Klum, for example. Most men would be drooling, but she’s just not for me.)
Anyway, she’s nodding away and she’s also silently singing along with a smile on her face, in the way Janet Jackson would’ve been looking in one of her earlier videos. This made me stop in my tracks (well, it would’ve if I’d have been on tracks) and made me realise that what I was doing to the music in my headphones was rhythmically dragging my tongue along the back of my lower set of teeth. Whereas she came out looking a bit like a white Janet Jackson, I ended up looking like a bearded Stephen Hawking. I have a tendency towards this sort of behaviour; being lost in my own world whilst to everyone around, I’m just a gurning fool or vacant-eyed loon. Must try and stop that.
Anyway, I got my DVI thingy; I’m now looking at this text on my nice big monitor, and I’m about to grab some toast before I go out for a beer cos I’m really quite hungry. Anyone else noticed, by the way, the effect perfume has on you when you’re stomach-rottingly hungry? I ask cos I passed a woman on the street just outside my flat, and she was drenched in something expensive-smelling. Am I alone, or does it feel like acid is scrunching your stomach up, the way Peter Parker’s boss in Spiderman would scrunch up a sheet of A4 paper with his fist?