Aug

30

RT: Thursday 30 August 2007

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I have a co-worker who would say that the £3 in coins I found in the pocket of some freshly washed trousers was the work of God. I admit, I searched the pockets before I threw the clothes in the wash, but I’m pretty sure the appearance of money was not a miracle. Of course, send £4 more and I could maybe be convinced…

(Snagged from an instant message with a friend)

“ADD is a bitch… was unpacking the printer and decided the time was right to draft and send my first ever Amazon book review.”

The delivery I was on about in the last post was for a laser printer. It’s here and I’m still interrupting myself whilst setting it up. Damn! Focus. Focus. Focus…

Incidentally, I seem to have bought the wrong printer. * sigh * All that waiting for nothing. Time to flog it on eBay…

Wish I had some chocolate right now.

I don’t really enjoy listening to Amy Winehouse now that she’s probably going to OD or bleed to death sometime soon. She and her husband have been called a modern day Sid and Nancy. This can’t end well…

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Aug

30

Send me the head of the delivery man…

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… just not by his own courier service as it’s likely to never turn up.

I’m ploughing through tasks this morning — some personal, some professional — and one of the first I had to give my attention to was package tracking.

Why, oh why, do delivery drivers lie?

The site said that an attempt was made yesterday. Unable to deliver, the address was left with an ‘attempt card.’ Bollocks. No card, no attempt made. Neil was home all day yesterday (save for a brief lunch with me) but the delivery time-stamp was 16:00. He was home. I repeat, there is no card. Thankfully, Amazon is really on the ball with their third-party shippers and I spoke to a human today to get things resolved. She emailed the internal people and went almost as far as to say, “Stop skiving off and get these people their package. * Phhthbbbttt *” Amazon just got an extra helping of respect from me for that. :)
Now, hopefully that driver gets me my package today (Address: double-checked. Phone number: forwarded to driver.) When he arrives, should I give him the raised eyebrow of ‘I know you fibbed on the log so you could go to the pub, now give me my box.’ or should I just smile and say thank you for your prompt service? I think I shall have to go with the feel of the moment. Right now I’d put my money on the eyebrow…

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Aug

27

Best Monday Evah

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It’s a bank holiday.
The skies are blue and the weather is a perfect blend of not-too-warm-not-too-chilly.
It’s nachos night.

But better than all of that?

He’s home. Safe and sufficiently jet-lagged, but he’s home.* :D

*Neil spent nearly eight days away on a business trip to Podshow HQ in San Francisco. (Almost sounds like I should complete that sentence with ‘and all I got was this lousy t-shirt…’ heh heh)

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Aug

25

Lightning strikes twice: Fuel My Blog Blog of the Day

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Oh, rock!

Fmbbotd

I’m the Fuel My Blog Blog of the Day… again! I’m feeling pretty awesome now.

Thank you Kevin Dixie and the rest of Fuel My Blog. * mwah mwah *

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Aug

25

RT: Saturday 25 August 2007

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RT = Random Thoughts

I figured since I’m probably not going to let this formula go, I should streamline the workflow instead of saying, “Random Thoughts”, “More Random Thoughts”, “Still More Random Thoughts”, “Attack of the Random Thoughts”, “Random Thoughts and the Artichokes of Doom”… You get the idea. This rather timeline ambiguous naming convention could go on and on. So, RT it is. You’ll thank me for it.

Why, oh why, did I buff and clear varnish my nails BEFORE cleaning the oven?

Why am I always so shit at drawing ink into a fountain pen? I should really get a handle on this.

Why must the crotch-rocket motorcycle dipshits several houses down test their vehicle alarm systems so regularly? Like several times per evening. And really, where do they keep going that they only stay for a few minutes before revving around the neighbourhood and arriving home again? Are they THAT forgetful or what? (I’m SO looking forward to one day being a very nosy, ‘you-kids-get-off-my-lawn’ shouting old lady.)

It’s been a day of questions. Now, I’m back out to the balcony to write some more. Twelve pages done already this evening - want to see how far I can push my attention span.

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Aug

25

My world does a 180

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The last post had to do with disappointment. This one?

The skies are a slightly hazy, bright blue with light, fluffy tufts of cloud. The breeze is gentle. The temperature is just shy of being uncomfortably warm. I’ve got laundry on the garden line. In short, it’s lovely. See? All I had to do was complain a bit and nature heard me. ;)
I slept very well last night, as is usually the case after I’ve had a bout with insomnia. I rarely have more than one night in a row of that awful stuff and so today I feel alive and refreshed. And it’s a beautiful day.
And I’m being productive. Talk about a 180 degree flip from my last post!

Off I go before I get stuck in front of this box of internet distraction and lose my day…

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Aug

24

Whoosh! And it’s gone.

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I’m upright and marginally awake after possibly the worst bout of insomnia I’ve had in months. I went to bed at 10:30PM - tired and presumably relaxed - read some history for a few minutes and then turned out the light. I should’ve known something was up… the skies were an unusual and heavy orangey-grey and everything about the atmosphere felt as though you were in for either a fire evacuation or an alien abduction. (One of those is more likely than the other, wouldn’t you say?) I didn’t close the drapes because it wouldn’t have mattered; I knew that sky was still there, its fingers in the cracks between fabric panels, teasing me with its ominous presence.

If that sounds a bit overly dramatic, it is, kind of. When you’ve spent hours trying to stitch together a series of lucid naps into a night of sleep (without noticeably hitting REM at all) you think up these sorts of weird nightmare ingredients to your situation. At least I do and I don’t want to- they just happen. This is why I didn’t bother to try sleeping on the couch- the big oppressive sky would’ve been there too. The window in the living room is massive. At one point I did brave the spooky shadows in the flat for some toast and juice distraction at… at… crap. I don’t remember what time.

The snack did not break the spell I was under. Finally, I found myself peering at the clock at 8:30AM and thinking that the last time I looked at its numbers was 4:34AM. This would have to do. By 9AM I was up. Here I am now, trying to shake off the bad experiences of the night. The kettle has been boiled. I have one meeting today and that’s my only obligation. Fortunately, it’s one I want to keep or else I’d reschedule. Pardon my eyebags, dahling - you wouldn’t believe the night I’ve had.

The title of this post was originally referring to summer. Now it refers to sleep. In a way they’re similar: summer has made a sporadic and unpredictable appearance throughout these past few months (Is it just Britain, or the rest of the world too?) and the sleep I needed gifted me with irregular intervals of pseudo-unconsciousness between new sets of numbers on the bedside clock.

Sleep and summer. Summer and sleep. Both a bit of a letdown this morning.

I should note that I feel pretty good spirit-wise today, despite the overall tone that may be interpreted from the above post. I’m just tired.

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Aug

23

Thursday’s Random Thoughts

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I should make a daily attempt at posting random thoughts here instead of so many on Twitter.

Is a person technically naked if he/she is wearing shoes? Footwear counts, doesn’t it? This thought was written before lunch with Barry.

I stopped a crime today. Wow - that was amazing. Makes me want a pair of six shooters on a belt and a deputy badge!

I often write out cards and never send them. The letters inside are out of date by the time I think to put stamps on the envelopes. Then I never post them. I really dislike when my brain decides a task is completed before it truly is. How do you say, “I wrote to you several times, but never sent the letters.” Even though it’s true, it sounds like an excuse.

Lots of girls (including several I know) want bigger boobs. I want more hair and am totally happy with my chest size as it is.

I think popcorn is a perfectly acceptable dinner. So are nachos.

I’m thinking about setting up a blog category for these posts.

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