Of being utterly stuck in Portsmouth and everyone here is fine with it because apparently my life is not worth living, according to the local English.
I am so sick of not being allowed to breathe. Of being trapped in my tiny lab rabbit’s cage, filling my time with watching YouTube videos, reading library books and the perpetual hunt for food. So so so fed up with this.
The lockdowns made it bearable, because the lockdowns were for everyone and made everyone much friendlier, strangely enough.
And it all brought some excitement into my horribly restricted Pompey non-life, plus access to so many online meetings at American top universities.
I even attended a meeting with Hank Greely.
The pandemic made that all possible. Now it’s disappearing again.
My old computer started giving what was likely hacker- induced errors again (or not, after inspection). Accessing the disk just made me stumble upon remote files that contain crime statistics on stalking in England and Wales. And I’m pretty damn sure that I have never seen them before. (But it’s possible that my computer collapsed right after I downloaded these files in June 2020 and that that’s the reason why I never looked at them. I got my newer computer in June or July of 2020, the one that is totally out of order at the moment.)
Age groups 16 to 59 and 60 to 74, relationship to victim, ethnicity, education, occupation, employment status etc.
It looks like the numbers went down big time at the start of 2010 and then started climbing again.
But here’s the thing. I know for a fact that I am not part of these stats. So what do these numbers mean?
Then I got an invitation from Amazon for a video job interview this afternoon, only to log in and find that NO APPOINTMENTS ARE AVAILABLE.