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February 8th, 2010
06:57 pm
Very grumpy sort of day. Got in, napped for less than five minutes, ate tea and now am about to go out again. GRAAAGH. I want to watch Ballykissangel and also A History of Christianity and also sleep, not necessarily in that order.
I also owe a Being Human commentary, but it will have to wait.
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February 7th, 2010
08:56 am
Yesterday I had my first day at my new job number 2. It was good, although I was very very tired and I've got a cold so I felt a bit dull and gormless to be learning new and complicated systems. But it's fun and lovely and, quite frankly, I'd do it for free if I had the chance so the fact their paying me for this is a suprising bonus!
It's just that I'm lazy, and the thought of what I'm currently undertaking rather boggles my sluggish and inclined to laziness mind. BUT on the other hand I don't think I should really be allowed free time. Given any amount of free time I tend not only to be less productive overall but I rarely spend the time doing any substantial amount of Useful Work like writing or DIY, I am far more inclined to go "Whee! A whole day free" and then sit on the computer reading/with a book reading and spend the Entire Day engrossed in other worlds, only to look up and find it's evening and I've eaten several lumps of snack food and drank one cup of tea before leaving all others to go cold and generally am slowly fusing into the chair/settee until we become one with each other in unmoving dopiness.
At the moment half the time I'm coming in from work too knackered to do anything much but read a little and then crawl off to bed, but I'm hoping that with time my body will adjust to the situation and I'll be prompted to get more writing and scribbling done in what little free time I have.
That's the idea anyway. :)
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February 6th, 2010
09:03 pm - Facebook is Out to Get Me
Or at least that 'Social Interview' thing. I swear it is just TOO KNOWING to be allowed. I tried to use it the other day just for a bit of fun and first the questions were just a pain in the bum because the people who they chose were more aquaintances than friends, or people who I don't know well enough anymore to be able to come up with something both friendly and sensitive to their current life. Or that didn't highlight me as a complete social inept.
for example:
Do you think Girl You Were Passable Friends With When You Were Ten would like to go on an evening out with you and some friends?
How do you answer that without sounding weird? I mean the short answer is No, probably not. But then that seems like you're hoping that the person might respond and go "Oh Let's Do Lunch or (more likely) Go Get Pissed Somewhere!" when really I'm quite happy with just ...mutual ignoring. Really. I have fond memories of them but we were never so close that I'd be particularly bothered about meeting up or anything.
If Really Quiet Person Who You Don't Know Very Well But Hung Round In the Same Circles Occasionally pushed you off a cliff what would you be thinking?
Well...aaaargh. Really. I mean...I just had no good answer.
But THEN the questions took another, far more sinister turn.
Do you think that SOMEONE YOU ONCE HAD A THING FOR BUT THEN IT ENDED BADLY is attracted to you?
(I mean, I know the answer but SO NOT BRINGING THAT UP)
skip.
Do you think that SOMEONE YOU SECRETLY WAS RATHER ATTRACTED TO BUT THEY WERE COMPLETELY UTTERLY TAKEN AND NO ONE SHALL EVER KNOW ABOUT THE ATTRACTION THING BECAUSE IT WOULD BE BAD is hot?
O.o
skip
Do you thnk that SOMEONE ELSE WHO YOU FIND BOTH RATHER ATTRACTIVE AND WONDERFULLY CLEVER BUT WOULD NEVER EVER LET THEM KNOW BECAUSE IT COULD NEVER HAPPEN would go on a date with you?
O.o
*flees*
FACEBOOK is not meant to KNOW these things so why, not even my closest friends know the identity of some of these people, or, if they know the people, they don't know what went on between us/how I felt about them and THAT IS THE WAY IT SHOULD STAY. So why, out of all the many of my facebook 'Friends', filled with friends, old friends, neutral aquaintances and downright Generally Never Cared About These People would it pick up on the tiny few for whom the questions might actually be horrendously personally relevant? WTF?
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February 5th, 2010
08:19 pm - Blogging, Working, Things
I was about to start with "I haven't written for a while" but technically that is a bit of a lie. I did in fact write a blog entry the others day whilst on work's computer, but had a sudden terror of the ITELVES and didn't send it. Considering these are the same IT elves who took a week to provide me with Login data, and every time I ring are constantly set to Answerphone, I don't think I should be quite as terrified as I am. Especially as it wasn't like I was writing anything remotely harmful nor personal to work, and I was even on my break like a good little employee.
I'm still settling in.
I read the final parts of Copperbadge's story Charitable Getting when it came out. I really enjoyed the story, but the ending left me strangely discomfited. I liked so much of the story, and at the same time it was a fascninatingly, almost voyeuristic pleasure because so much of the characters and setting were recognisable from Sam's own blog posts. Even if he was only revealing in fiction that same Sam-Who-Is-Copperbadge, it felt terribly personal.
It also tackled with an issue that I think reflects his own blogging in many ways. That need for a blogger to walk a thin line between what they write about their job and their surroundings, and the constant uncertainty about whether the line actually exists at all. I mean, I think that copperbadge walks that line very well- his occasional work-posts about the funny antics of Coworker Fail or his Boss' crazy sense of humour- there's nothing that could identify or harm where he works for particularly. But at the same time, I doubt PetiteAnglaise thought that one tiny comment about 'pulling a sicky' would get her fired, nor, on the other hand do I think that littleredboat thought that her humorous postings would gain her a job as a guardian blogger. But it happens.
Blogging, in that sense is kind of worryingly uncertain. If I write about work, even in abstract terms, would they care? Would it be a dangerous thing for me? Why would it matter, provided I wasn't identifying them or being completely horrible about the company?
I think, in his story, Copperbadge caught a lot of that sense of tension and uncertainty, and it really got to me in some indefinable way.
Anyway if you haven't read it, read it.
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February 1st, 2010
08:15 pm - Being Human Babble And Other Stuff
( Being Human Babble, Under the Cut for SPOILERS )
So yes, quite good episode. I didn't write last night because I was pretty knackered and also was seized with suddenpanics about work. I panic quite a lot, really, and mostly totally illogically.
Today was okay, really, I got quite a few bits done with only the ocassional moment of incompetance. Of course I did have the EPIC FAIL to erm...poison someone. And myself. >< lol.
Basically this Very Important Person asked me to fetch him some ice cold water. Now, since I started I have known there is a jug in the 'fridge with water in. I naturally assumed that some of the other people in the offices nearby liked to have cold water on hand and filled the jug each morning when they came in. So I poured out a drink for the VIP.
After his speech he commented that the glass really smelt (it did) and I could only apologise but I was deeply troubled by the thought as, quite frankly, it was the only clean glass in the cupboard that wasn't sticky, and so I'd looked at it pretty thoroughly.
Around 4pm I had a moment of ARGH COMPUTER HATETH ME and realised that I wouldn't be able to work out a clear answer whilst so thirsty, but I didn't want to make a hot drink because I would be going home in an hour and it'd take me too long to drink it. So I poured in some of the cold water out of the jug in the fridge and sipped.
OH DEAR BLOOMING HECK AAARGH. It was FOUL. AWFUL. Just...indescribably BAD. It tasted like a fridge smells when it hasn't been cleaned, like mouldy coffee and vinagar and baking soda.
"Oh yes," said one of my co-workers as I rummaged in my lunchbox for the leftover grapes to KILL THE TASTE KILL IT "I don't even know how long that jug's been in there..."
I threw the POISONWATER down the sink and filled the jug with soapy water. Next time someone wants stupid cold water they can bloody well put fresh in.
*shudders*
So, yes. Urgh.
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January 30th, 2010
09:43 am - They seek him here, they seek him there...
Wow. What a week! It's somewhat crazy to admit but being in my first week of Actual Paid Employment seems so distinctly different to any of the other Unpaid Yet Fulltime employment. I don't quite know why: the hours are pretty comparable (actually, sans train issues I'm getting home marginally earlier than I was at the BBC, or at the other Film Place), not that I notice particularly as I tend to come in, get changed, eat and watch Bally K.
My New Job
Well, they're being very patient with training me I think, which is good in many respects because it means I don't feel like an utter moron most of the time. (Yesterday I couldn't unlock a door, which was embarrasing in the extreme). I've also discovered that all that shitty excel stuff that I learnt in Year 9 and last used when I was 17 doing a qualitative data report for my Sociology A-Level is possibly the most useful thing I learnt at school. Considering that the IT teacher and I indulged in mutual dislike back then (he never provided enough help to people meaning I often spent more time helping people with basic keyboard skills as they didn't have a computer at home than doing my own work, additionally he once memorable destroyed some hours worth of tedious data inputting and totalling on my account because I'd had the gall to use the auto-wizard rather than manually inputting the =SUM(THING:THING) code for a few hundred entries of made up data. I objected that it got the work done and I understood the code if I had to but what was the point when it was slower and held more room for human error. He disagreed.)
Anyway I've spent the week relearning things about graphs and pie charts and producing spreadsheets like crazy. I am hopeful, however, that once I'm properly trained to take over the job fully that I can then move on from the World of the Spreadsheet, having already created the basic systems.
I had a lie in today and refused to move from my bed until 8.10am. It was lovely. Next week is going to be Utterly Crazy as not only will I be doing lots of things at work (including a big functiony thing on Wednesday) but I'm also going to be out most evenings for various things.
The next two, Saturdays, too, are not my own. I don't actually mind about that (quite the contrary) but it does mean that this Saturday I intend to stay in my nice comfortable house and vegetate. Mmmmmmm.
Speaking thereof, I think it's time for breakfast!
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January 27th, 2010
10:03 pm
Is it only me who thinks that "Ipad" sounds like a female sanitary towel?
*sniggers*
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January 25th, 2010
09:26 pm - Being Human, belated
( Cut for Spoilers of Being Human Series 2 episode 3 )
Yes. This was belated because I forgot to watch it last night, being too consumed with my own illogical terror about my first day of work, which was today. It went okay although I'm stll kind of shaky about things because I don't know the ropes but I no longer think they're going to treat me like The Other Place and throw me in at the deepest point. My biggest thing at the moment is trying to remember names!
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January 22nd, 2010
January 21st, 2010
04:03 pm - SOoo
This was the plan for today:
AM: Do trial run for Monday
9.15am Mass
after Mass go shopping to buy food and spend the voucher the dole gave me.
Go home.
Mum goes to St Bedes
I go get haircut.
END
Instead it went:
Do trial run for monday
Involved in traffic accident
9.15 sob way through Mass, shaking
10.30 sob way through walk in clinic, shaking
dinnertime: phone insurance
Afternoon: curl up in ball fielding calls trying to organise insurance/solicitors/repairs.
I'm fine, btw. Apart from shaken and a bit achy, though most of the achiness is, I suspect something to do with the shock and spending most of the day tense and gibbering.
Betty, however, is not so lucky.
Basically, during my drive I came to a large roundabout with traffic lights. I, as a rule, like roundabouts with traffic lights because as long as one tends to obey the lights, they take away the potential risk of some idiot flying around the roundabout/cutting you up/overtaking you/generally being witless.
So I tootled my way 'round in the left-turn only lane. I was in a queue, but was aware the lights had been green for a while. Just as I was getting close to the line, the lights hit Amber-thenRed. There was a pedestrian waiting. I braked. Now it was quite a hard brake, but running over in my mind (as I have done ever since) I am pretty sure that is exactly the course of action my driving instructor would have told me to take- if the light is going to be red and you CAN stop, you stop. The car had just stopped, perfectly before the crossline when there was a bang and my glasses flew off as me, my car & passengers went over the crossing line and into the road. I pulled in and then gibbered. Then I had to drive to the nearest car park to exchange details with the person who hit me. Betty has a bashed bumper with a dirty great hole in and the boot is dented and won't open. After doing those things you need to do, I gibbered like a loon in a haze of shaking for some time. I got home, where mum plied me with sweet coffee and then drove us to Mass. Then I spent the rest of the day, as above, trying to sort out all the complicated things to make sure that my car gets fixed. Thankfully, early this afternoon, I head from the other driver's insurance company confirming that they accept liability, so at least I don't have to worry about lawers and things like that too much, though my insurance company's soliciters have been on the 'phone about the technical details. I'm waiting now to hear from the company that does the assessment before I can get it in for repairs.
But I'm okay. Shaken, but okay.
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12:59 pm - Letter Meme to distract me from RL
Comment and I'll give you a letter, then you have to list ten people/places/things you love that begin with that letter, and afterwards post it in your journal and fill out letters of your own.
versipellis gave me the letter B
1. Bean is the nickname given to my baby cousin Adam when he first learnt how to sit. He doesn't approve of it much anymore, but I do love him even when he's being an antisocial little sod.
2. Books I'm mad on books, any sort of books. I even like old ones simply for their virtue of being Old.
3. Brideshead Revisited THE BOOK! (I must stress, although I haven't seen all of the BBC tv adaptation it is also lovely, not the shitty film.) I love it both for the queerness but also for its wonderfully descriptive prose, for the melancholy explorations towards the end and also because I've been to the place where the adaptation was filmed many times and still have my Aloysius teddybear (whom I named Mike being far too young to understand WHY all my relatives insisted his name was Aloysius).
4. Blackie and Beauty were the names of my best friend P's dogs when we were extremely young, but prior to them actually being real dogs (labs), they were members of our imaginary pack when we used to play pretend that we could turn into animals. (Mostly dogs)
5. Beatrix Potter (which is a bit of a cheat as her first name was Helen). I always liked the little dramatised stories on the television, and I owned the set of books all in one omnibus version. I love the artwork she did and quite admire her as a writer, and as a conservationist.
6. Barrington Court Gardens I went there during a holiday a couple of years ago, the grounds were lovely to walk in.
7. BBC I love them. Mostly. Okay so some of their programmes I don't like but quite franky: where would we be without them. BBC adaptations are marvellous, their documentaries are brilliant and the whole essence of their ethos of PSBr is to be greatly admired. Their mantra is to 'Inform, Educate and Entertain' and that is exactly what they do, but more than that- historically they have been so important in so many ways (eg war reporting, information broadcasting etc) the main way, of course, I like to talk about are in the combined influences they posessed to pave the way towards legalising homosexuality. From Julian and Sandy on Round the Horne (and before that, Rodders and ..Charles(?) in Beyond Our Ken) the constant pushing of barriers between what could be said was vital in clawing the way out of the Unspoken Badness and the stereotype of death, death, death misery (when not being entirely white washed). The censors may officially not have understood polari, but Hugh Greene, with his background in musical theatre probably did have. </lecture>
8. Baking I love baking, and it is my biggest regret I haven't done any in an extremely long time due to both temperature issues during the summer and then being ill and germ-infested most of the winter. I love making pies and tarts and cakes.
9. Ballykissangel series 1 at any rate. It's currently being repeated on ITV3, but mum and I watched the first series when it came out originally, and these days it makes so much more sense (and is ultimately less hurtful and confusing because I know what's going to happen). It amuses me greatly and I have fond memories of watching it the first time 'round falling asleep on the sofa because it was past bedtime.
10. Beagles! It had to be said. My Ferny is one after all (and so is Snoopy- trufax) though I do prefer ones like Fern (lemon-and-white and working line) over show beagles (shorter snout=breathing problems anyway) even if she did lick my chocolate eclair on me yesterday when she was being a FIEND.
That was a pretty good distraction from RL which is currently kind of baaaaaad today.
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January 19th, 2010
08:41 pm
Today we did a trial run for Monday, which I don't think went too well as we were also going to other places and Mum entirely neglected to tell me that she was directing me to the destination first (I had thought we would do it after shopping) so I took very little of the trip in. It's stupid, I know that it's straightforward, two roundabouts but nothing too complex and I just can't memorise routes into my head.
Went to the ASDA at Westbrook today to indulge in the patently humiliating experience of trying on clothes. I am not built right for trousers. (Or at least, not women's trousers and that's an argument I can't be bothered having when I have a million more important things to think about) My waist fits fine but then I get these two bulges in the fabric as it rucks up just at my thighs. In addition to this 'short leg' is often too short, but 'standard leg' is too long and requires turn-ups, so as you can imagine this makes shopping for such things a process I have come to highly despise over the years. Mostly I escape this by wearing my black jeans or my cords, the former of which are of masculine cut and therefore fit rather well altogether and the latter have been worn so often that they have got used to me.
I have managed a couple of pairs of trousers, although some serious belt-winching will be required to ensure they don't end up near my knees during the day, and Nanny has promised to turn them up for me. Sigh. On the bright side I did get some shiny things that I liked the look of and got to browse the book section, which had a suprisingly good variety. However, as the shop has had a sale on the past two days I've been working there, I have brought home 19 books: 3 or 4 for Nanny, one for lycoris and the rest entirely for me to read, so I resisted buying Schindler's Ark (particularly as all the other books on the offer that I would have liked I owned). I must keep reminding myself of this. I have a local library. I shoulduse it once in a while.
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January 18th, 2010
04:41 pm - Being Human S2 E2
My commentaries for Being Human. WARNING FOR SPOILERS!
Firsly, ( My running commentary lycoris style )
Being Human ( post-episode comments )
So, yay!
I would have posted some of this, probably less coherently (HA!) last night but Mum had taken over my computer so I went and watched snooker before bed. Ronnie O'Sullivan vs Mark Selby. Doherty is now relegated to the studio watching and occasionally commenting, which depresses me and I kind of...dreamt up some Doherty/Selby which must NEVER see the light of day for all our sakes.
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January 15th, 2010
02:01 pm
I've been watching the BBC 4 documentary on diaries. It's really good. I've always had an interest in diaries (as if the mountain of them on my bookshelves doesn't give that away) though I am not what I would consider a particularly talented diarist.
Last episode was all about teenaged diaries. Teenage years are, traditionally, a time for keeping diaries. Partly, many people acknowledged in the documentary, because teenagers can't help but be self-centred. It's just something that happens, probably a lot to do with the combination of peer-pressures and influx of hormones and changes going on- how can you focus on what anyone else is going through when your entire being is focussed in your suffering.
They talked to Jaqueline Wilson, who has published one of her childhood diaries, and she brought the original along, but also to a lot of other people, many older men and women, who talked amusedly about their teenage diaries saying that when they looked back now at things they had written then it was an excercise in hilarity. In some ways, we are all a little Adrian Mole-y in the teenage years and it can be tremendously funny.
My first sporadically kept diary began when I was 11 and I pulled the book out a few days later, intent on having a good laugh at my younger self. There were some hilarious moments, it must be said. Much of my earliest writings involved things like "I am watching Bush Patrol. Now it is the Addies. I am watching the Chipmunks now. Then it will be time for Wishbone. I have to go now. I am back. Dinner was roast beef. Bye!"
or "Today I went to school. I sorted my props for the talent show. Johno wasn't in but S.F. was! Jo and I were minders. Then I got changed and did the talent show. I won a box of malteasers. I changed my mind about the disco and am going. Told mum."
There were even the cute-silliness of the post-year 6 child I was trying desperately to be as cool and grown up as the others. "Bought J17 today. My star sign says blah-de-blah. T's says blah."
But then, it all went wrong. The trouble with so sporadic a diary is it managed to span several years of my teenagerhood. This meant that after the half-way point things took a horrendously darker tone and my writing was either horribly confused things trying to sort out feelings, gender identity, having crushes on people I really shouldn't, poverty, rants about friends and family members who I love but am, on paper, horrendously cruel to, and depression. Some of it is hopelessly open and as such horrendously difficult to read. I don't think I could reproduce it on here, because in many ways, although I am no longer quite the fucked up kid I was back then, I remember how it felt all to well and the sheer unhappy confusion made me shut the book and lock it away again.
A lot of people keep diaries for posterity, and I suppose I do too, but I don't know why I keep that book, and some of the other older ones. I certainly would never want anyone to read them. I must say it rather killed the amusement factor for me pretty quick.
Ah well, at least my handwriting has improved by now! :P
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January 13th, 2010
02:18 pm - Ponderings about language
Those who know me well will know I occasionally indulge in a weird sort of absorbtion with words and their roots, despite having never had the desire to study English Language beyond A-Level (and, indeed, I found it so boring I wanted to stop it at A-Level but for the fact I found the exam oddly easy and therefore an easy A, sadly, the lack of challenge created a sense of bored dislike of the subject on an academic level). I would sometimes write down words and dissect them in bits and pieces, noting their interesting facets (for example the different pronunciations of 'Pater' in Patron, Patronage, Patronise changes not only meaning but also positive or negative feeling, despite the root word itself simply meaning 'Father')
So, a while ago I was watching a stand up comedian I rather like talking about The Language of Kids Today and his own infuriated bewilderment over it. "What? That mobile phone is not 'Epic'?" and "No. No it isn't AWESOME. A large mountain or a heavenly vision with AWESOME. That chocolate did not FILL YOU WITH AWE therefore is not AWESOME."
I laughed, ruefully acknowledging my own deveoloped propensity for some of the words, born chiefly out of online culture (e.g. EPIC FAIL) and forgot about it.
On Sunday I was talking to the girls I serve with when C said, "And my friend Matt said my shoes were epic."
I had a moment.
Feeling somewhat chagrined I then decided that I would endeavour to limit my use of such words and phrases because, really, it was obviously that the comedian had been right and many of them sounded rather weird and silly.
Then I thought about it some more. If I couldn't review a fic by saying it was "Awesome" I could say it was "Beautiful" but then, it wasn't- words on a page were not necessarily filled with Beauty. I could say it was "Brilliant" but it was not SHINING A GREAT SHINY LIGHT on me. I could say it was "good" but then again it didn't have the moral values that would allow this to be a perfect statement when looking at the basic meaning of the word. Other words of this ilk include: "Great, Cool, Shiny, Clever, Thoughtful, Groovy, Fun, Difficult, Sweet, Bittersweet, Lovely..."
and so on, and so forth. The fact is that we have been fiddling about with words like this for centuries, even more so, no doubt, before the standardisation of language and the rise in literacy. Even Mr Toad, when he cries "It's the ONLY THING." Is guilty of this, "Simply Glorious" "The Real Way to Travel, The Only Way To Travel.", or characters in Blyton when they descibe things as "First Rate, Brilliant, Terrific".
It's been going on forever, therefore it's just up to the rest of us to lean back and go with the flow on the LOVELY, GLORIOUS, TERRIFICALLY EPIC constant changing of our own language around us.
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January 12th, 2010
08:58 am - Humorous Moment
I don't know how many people may have heard of This History of the World Through Twitter by Jon Holmes and Mitch Benn but for my Christmas Order I ordered two copies, one as a present to my uncle Rob and the other which I would reward myself with if I suceeded in my Christmas buying. I have started to read it in bed and have discovered the main flaw to doing this is you laugh so hard you end up unable to stop, which leads to laughing at the sound of oneself laughing and at the thought of what the neighbours (our walls are veeerrry thin) must be thinking at my INANE CACKLING coming through the walls at them.
I'd just finished reading the section on Troy, for those who do know the book this will hopefully explain things: "STOP NUZZLING!"
*sporfle*
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January 10th, 2010
10:32 pm - Being Human Season 2 Episode 1
( under the cut for SPOILER REASONS )
So yes, most of my watching involved me shouting at the people on the screen. That said, it wasn't all bad and it certainly isn't going to stop me watching the rest of it. I wish they turned into PROPER wolvy wolves though.
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09:22 pm - FoodMeme
a certain sector of the blogosphere has issued a meme. They commented that so many memes were, really, pretty boring and they'd be much more interested in knowing what people ate and drank that day, as people come from all sorts of backgrounds onto the web and it'd be interesting to see the differences. I have had a VERY british sort of eating day, being Sunday, and so am going to give it a go.
Breakfast:
(approx 7.45am) Hot Chocolate,
Porridge, with a little bit of sugar on the top.
After Mass (approx: 11am) A cup of tea</b>
Sunday Dinner: (approx 1pm) (MMmm! Nanny's cooking) Peas, Carrots, Turnips, Boiled Potatoes, Roast Potatoes, Beef, Gravy and Yorkshire Puddings.
Followed by: Damson and Apple crumble with custard.
Afternoon and Evening
I didn't have tea today because we don't tend to on Sundays, as we've had a big dinner so snacks are listed:
As I got home (approx 3pm) Coffee and a piece of chocolate from the Roses tin.
Later
Cup of Tea
A packet of cheese and onion crisps
Some shortbread biscuits
Another Cup of Tea
What I intend to have before bed time
Hot Chocolate
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08:54 am
Mum: The thing that's broken. Where's the charger?
Me: Next to it.
Mum: Which one is it?
Me: The cable that doesn't say KODAK on it.
Mum: Which one??
then..
Mum: Where's the instructions?
Me: INSTRUCTIONS? Don't be silly. You know how I feel about them.
Considering we are giving the broken thing to Prawn to TAKE APART I think he should be able to manage without instructions. It's what he's doing for his degree!
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January 7th, 2010
08:49 pm - A Gaming Meander
It will not suprise many of you to know that I am not, what one would call, 'a gamer'. Not for lack of trying but, quite frankly, I never seemed to get the hang of most games, and the more advanced the tech got, the more I seemed to get left behind. I enjoy gaming- I enjoy my whole three wii games (Wii Sports, Wii Fit, Wii Music) but the only game with a whole plot I have managed to deal with was Muppet Treasure Island, which I stupidly donated to the Boy. I miss that game.
You see, the thing is I was good at games when they looked like this:
But then they left me behind. Settlers (first picture) has gone through a million changes and now is 3-D and I could never manage to work out how one slowed it all down. With the original settlers I would turn off the enemies and spend a peaceful few hours quietly making my little people build things and then watching them live and work merrily expanding the little kingdom. Looking as the fast-paced graphics and the constant messages from heralds instructing things to do with tax and monies on our Adam's version of the game...well, it's all rather stressful for my liking.
When DUKE NUKEM went 3D my former prowess died a death pretty quickly.
I never managed to get past Fluffy on the Harry Potter PC game.
My sims stress me out because they expect me to actively assist them in Doing Things like going to bed on time, eating meals, going to work/school etc. I just want to build the houses and watch them live in them. I don't want to have to DO anything much for them, maybe just build them more amusements now and then.
I never managed to play the first Wolverine XBox game, after he kept dying. I couldn't bear having my own ineptitude killing off WOLVERINE. It was just too wrong.
I was just trawling the web looking to see if there was a new version of Oddballz. I liked that game. They didn't die when I forgot about them and I could just play about with them. I discovered however that Ubisoft have apparently stopped pushing their Catz, Dogz and therefore Oddballz PC games in favour of their Nintendo DS games. I do not have a DS. The Wii game of Dogz too didn't look too much fun. The graphics clips looked ugly and I have NO interest in dressing up dogs, even virtual ones.
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Don't know where I was going with this, just I'm really in the mood to play some sort of PC or Wii game and I can't find one that suited me half so well as Oddballz and the original Settlers did.
Le Sigh!
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