andygates

I open a my tape-safe and need tape 162: it's in week three, so it should be just here. Ah, here it is, lovely.

I'm listening to a blues track and we all know how this riff goes, and there it is, ba-dum-de-dum. Lovely.

I'm in the pool and the T-bar comes up: two strokes to the end and stretch, and yes, there's the lip, grab and kick off.

There's a very specific feeling of comfortable satisfaction about expecting a thing to be just so and then finding that it is, as you hoped, just so. Now, there are words like schadenfreude and phrases like l'esprit d'escalier to describe other specific feelings, so there must be one for this. But you know, I'm damned if I can think of it. It's not smug, that's got the flavour of zero-sum about it; it's not content, that's too passive. I'm stumped and it's been torturing me for days.

...and unrelatedly, we have a new user called Stale Rygh. How would you pronounce it? "Stale Urgh" doesn't seem likely; "Stahler Regch" is more fun but probably just as bogus.