Summer rain

The week has barely started and it's already stressful. The apartment-hunting was so far quite unsuccessful, and thus, rather depressing :(
And it's raining. It's been raining for days now and does not look like it will ever stop.

Summer rain is actually quite nice but it also brings a certain lazy, sluggish feeling with it. The light outside seems creamy and grey, the raindrop melody is soothing and sleepy, and I'd like to stay in bed forever. Curled up with a hot cup of Earl Grey tea and one of Zola's touching novels. 

Except, I can't. Or at least - I shouldn't because the original planing for the evening featured:

1) homework for tomorrow: electric properties of a neuron, which is actually one of my favourite biophysic topics, but my own neurons are way too slowly today to wrap themselves around the exercises and lectures.

2) tiding up: which I always procrastinate till the final state, so that I can't even find my mobile phone, when it's buzzing. Whoever it was, who tried to reach me, he should have been more patient than that.

3) If I did find my needle in the chaos, I still have to make the two plushy stuffed atoms (Gold and Hydrogen) for my friend, who is celebrating her Master of Science this week. Yay, her!  :)

Or to say it the Hergé style:



The photo is not the best, but my trusty scanner exists only in my imagination (together with a nice, old-fashioned house with a cryptic garden) and the bitchy but real one from the university keeps on drawing annoying strings into the picture. I'm sure, I could have solved the problem, but you don't want to spent too much time on a public scanner, fumbling with an eye-catching bright comic book, while all the people around you look so serious with their black-white documents and homework sheets.
Maybe next time.

It's from the this treasure I found in one of our libraries last week. It contains musings about Hergé's archive and some background infos, which are quite fascinating.

For example:

In Hergé's head!canon Alcazar met his bossy wife (who is the daughter of the arms dealer B. Bazaroff from The Broken Ear) in a music hall in New York ;) One day I'd love to read a fanfiction dealing with the two sweethearts ♥

Also, the godfather for the professor (Auguste Piccard) was quite a nice-looking chap and had indeed set records on both altitude flight and deep-sea dive. Except, the real prof was extraordinary tall. Hergé had to make him smaller so that he would fit into the picture square just fine ;)



(Dialogue: 'Why?.. No doubt your name happens to be Red Rackham?' 'Yes?')

Some more photos from the same page because I find the random postcard, which was the inspiration for Haddocks apartment, absolutely endearing ;)( Read more... )

Okay, now back to sleep, drinking tea, tiding up while searching for a needle in the haystack, learning more about neurons. There are already excited. Oh my,  am I really going to end the entry with such a lame line? Yes, I am.