sheldrake

I'm in a bad mood and having rather a lot of trouble trying to regain my good humour. So I thought I'd come here and moan at you in case you thought I was dead or something. I'm not.

Hope you're all ok and sorry this is such a rubbish post. I will do better next time I break radio silence.

I am a rubbish LJ-er. RUBBISH!

If everybody posted the way I do, LJ would actually collapse. It would be a pitiful ghost town, wind whistling desolately through its dusty hallways, cobwebs festooning the shadowed corners. At the end of an echoing corridor, you think you see a pale flash - a sign of life? No. Just a dirty rag, flapping to and fro in the breeze. Far in the distance, a wolf howls in despair as it realises it has received zero feedback for its really very good actually 12,000-word epic Littlest Hobo fic.

Anyway. I've also lost the ability to reply to things, apparently. So thank you, everyone who had something to say to my ideas on replacing my brain with a rockery, or the pictures of my new house. You are all so very much appreciated, I'm just a lazy arse who doesn't deserve to be responded to.

Wrt the rockery issue, I considered it, but stuck with the vital organ in the end -- I'm crap at gardening anyway. And generally, feeling much better now, so that worked out well. Yay!

My sofa should be arriving on Monday. Cripes! Hope I like it, after all this. Don't worry, I shall take pictures.

Nothing else has occurred.

I haven't been posting much lately. Normally I would start off with lots of excuses and apologies for my appalling behaviour, but I'm trying to cut down on that sort of thing.

Nothing to report about the job stuff at present. Nothing much to report about anything, really.

I've said it before, but I need to stop wasting vast swathes of time reading the comments posted to blogs and online news articles. It's like I'm deliberately poisoning myself with other people's stupidity. There are lots of other things I could be doing: knitting, practising the piano, writing... hoovering.

That said, I have been somewhat preoccupied of late by the Carol Thatcher affair. Honestly, I don't even how to begin talking about it. ( but I shall give it my best shot )

Ok, just had to get that off my chest. I'm definitely going to do my ironing now.

I have become hopeless at LJ, I'm sorry. I've developed a strange fear of my inbox, so I'm also sorry to all the people who have commented and whom I appear to ignore (once again). I answer you in my head, really I do!

I am having a week off work. Yes.

And I keep writing things and then deleting them because they are basically the drivellings of a feeble mind. Ho hum.

So. There we are.

ALSO: a number I didn't recognise just phoned me and then hung up when I answered. Cheers for that, whoever you are.

Hi everyone, sorry about the unanswered comments etc, I am currently living on another planet. In a cave. On Lemsip. Am good for little but watching yet more vast quantities of Battlestar Galactica. Will be back at some point, I'm sure. [communication end]

It's Friday, and this is a good thing. Tomorrow I intend to make chocolate brownies.

This week has been interesting in a boring sort of way. Work's been busy and continues to be fraught with a general atmosphere of 'no one seems to know what the hell is going on or what they're supposed to be doing'. Which is fun. After whinging constantly from Monday to Wednesday, I decided I was going to force myself to be INCREDIBLY INSANELY UPBEAT AND ENERGETIC on Thursday. It worked quite well, although it had started to wear off by this morning. And of course now I'll have to compensate for it by sitting on the sofa staring vacantly at the wall all weekend. But there will be brownies, I hope.

Things I continue to put off: Phoning up the parking people. Replying to stuff. Hoovering.

I've got lots of books to read. It is great.

I'm sorry I insist on unloading the inane meanderings of my brain upon you, poor flist. You deserve better. You deserve thoughtful, amusing, glittering posts. Posts full of passion and poetry and pancakes and pornographic... pancakes. Oh well.

( Behind the cut tonight! A new section in which I complain about fandom! )

Now I'm going to go and watch Have I Got News For You.

Here is a picture of the rather nice Denby pasta bowl I owned for the fifteen minutes in between buying it in TK Maxx and dropping the bag in Marks and Spencer's lingerie department. I am now taking bets on the lifespan of the matching mug. I blame TK Maxx for being a FUCKING EVIL TEMPTRESS! Either that or I'm just a clumsy fool who shouldn't be allowed out of the house.



Haircut has been achieved. It's all right, not exactly spectacular. Got told off, of course... Honestly, you'd think it was immoral not to have your hair cut for seven months. Nobody died!

Sorry I started forgetting everyone's birthdays again. I am a terrible, bad person. :(

I am also in a bit of a grump, apparently!

*grumps off*

Happy birthdayses to galactic_jack and burntcopper! Yays to you. :)

Happy belated birthdays to azewewish and celiaka for yesterday! Yays to you also. :)

ps. Really sorry if I forgot your birthday altogether. If I do forget your birthday, it's not personal, it's because I didn't open Semagic that day. I actually rely on Semagic to run my entire life, which is probably why it's such an appalling mess. Maybe I should get a diary... Anyway, I do hope it won't discourage any of you from celebrating the wondrous occasion of my own birthday on Tuesday, which I hear will soon be made into an international public holiday. About time too!

End of transmission.

I seem to have been very uncommunicative lately, sorry.

Me news is that I've got a new job, which is a relief as now I won't have to go on that killing spree. I can always put the weapons on eBay.

I've just come back from camping in the Sandlings, which was lots of fun, and also I like saying 'Sandlings'. We didn't get wet to speak of, I only got the very mildest of sunstrokes, and we got to listen to several bits of an open-air performance of Hamlet twice, for free! We followed the UFO trail backwards through the forest, saw no actual aliens but lots of butterflies, deer and cyclists. We nipped over to Shingle Street, another site of local legend, where the wind was very windy and the waves were very high. I collected pebbles for my bathroom. Then we had dinner at a pub by the river, where we spent a long time laughing at bad art. Trust me, you would have done too, it was extremely funny. This morning we visited a maize maze in the rain and I topped myself up with ice cream. Before we went home we stopped at Tesco's where I found myself entirely maddened by the return to civilisation and bought a large quantity of Stuff.

What else? The X Factor is back. Manipulative, cheap thrills telly, is what that is. And I am utterly powerless to resist its charms, yay!

Weekends. They really ought to be longer.

So, yeah. I was under the impression that I'd been answering all these nice comments that people keep leaving me. I've just realised that I was only doing that IN MY BRAIN.

Sorry. I will, um, try and get onto that.

justeeyore, I am watching Springwatch - they just mentioned the Shelduck family! And, er, cannibalism. And tragedy. Hm.