Remember the Innovations catalogue? I miss them. They were always good for a laugh.
Quiet couple of weeks. Been at the parents' place, making sure it doesn't burn down while they gallivant around the Mediterranean. Cultural dissonance - here on my own, but it's the place I grew up in. I find my habits regressing to a sulky teenager. As opposed to a bitter twenties bloke. (Tweenager? Tweenie?) Surroundings in the north-east are a damn sight nicer than my place in the north-west, mind.
Victorian blog satire. Sorry, that just struck me the other week.
Being over here is making me feel rather disconnected from the world. The friends I had around here have moved away, and the lack of external structure has led to me adopting something akin to a 28 hour diurnal cycle. Which again leads to occasional confusion as to which day it is.
hulver: the greatest basketball move of all time.
That disconnect has been enhanced by the way I spend otherwise empty time - I have read in a voracious (though cliched) manner. I have skipped merrily from sci-fi to fantasy to crime to ancient history to politics to the back of cereal boxes. Different worlds, different lives.
Birmingham won promotion! If we win this weekend, we go up as champions! So that's a crushing defeat at Preston for us, then.
I watered my dad's allotment yesterday. The spray from the arc of water seemed a solid wall of gold as the dying sun caught it. I could have watched it for hours, but dark came, and the weeds were flourishing.
herring: one who possesses red/pink/orange hair.
I have an interview for a permanent job next week, down in Oxfordshire. They want me to bring the originals of my degree and A-level certificates, and my passport. I suspect they are either going to bundle me out of the country, or just steal my identity and dump my body in some seedy Oxford backstreet.
trev: English slang for someone who wears all sports cloths (adidas, nike, rebok) and hangs around in a 'crew'. Very volatile and usually stupid. Avoid at all costs.
I've also been doing some writing while I've been here. The disconnect actually helps with that, puts me out of myself, out of my usual comfort zone. That and the lack of wireless net access on my laptop have really helped. I also got some encouragement from people here. You know who you are (so only have yourselves to blame).
Why does the Doctor Who series rely on arbitrary time-limits for plots? He's got a time-machine, for god's sake. Stop treating it as a handy way of getting to a new world every week, and think about the plot implications. I really need to stop getting wound up about Doctor Who plots.
I have some ideas for essays on market democracy, and how politics and activism could have some fum with it. I may even get round to writing them down. Example: I think I actually have a working model for a performance related pay system for MPs.
Living near Merseyside, this made me laugh lots and lots. (As did Chelsea losing, but I'm too polite to mention it.)
Inspiration seems to be coming more easily these days. I mean, the ideas are as bad as ever, but at least I'm getting more of them. It removes another excuse for not writing a little as often as I can. I'm rambling.
Finally! An important update on the Sudan goat!
I'm shortly going to have to decide if I want to go back to full-time employment or not. I like the freedom of where I am now, a bit of contracting, a bit of helping out old friends with their businesses, a bit of being myself. I think I'm finally getting my head sorted out, and getting near to being able to actually find out what I want to do with my life. I never took the time to think before.
'[O]f the 74 that responded more than two-thirds (68%) said they were getting "no sperm" or are having "great difficulties" in getting some' - which of us can't relate to that?
It amazes me what I was like before I left. Even when I run short of money, even when I worry about earning enough to pay the rent, the stress of that is nothing compared to what I used to feel having to go into that place every day. Everyone should take a sabbatical.
I have a theory that 99% of all words in urbandictionary have at least one sexual meaning/definition/whatever attached to them.
I know I'm lucky. I know my situation is very different to many of yours. I know most of you have people relying on you, have mortgages to pay, have responsibilities that mean you shouldn't risk anything. But seriously, life is too short. Be sensible, sure, but for god's sake, don't be blind. If you don't like where you are, if you don't like what you do, if you don't like what it makes you, who it turns you into, then do something about it. The people who rely on you will understand, will help, will do what they can to make it work.
The new Hollyoaks opening titles look and sound like a soft-porn film. I think I may be growing out of it. This fills me with sorrow.
I have boundless opportunities open to me. I didn't see a single one of them until I walked out on my job. Now they are everywhere I look.
Scotts of Stow are apparently similar to what Innovations used to be.
Hey, can we have a 'Rambling' topic?
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