sheldrake

I was going to do a proper post but I feel too lethargic and stuff. Here's what it would have had in it:

some pictures of stuff
Me saying I've probably got some Dreamwidth codes if anyone wants them.
some other stuff I forget now.

AND NOW. I shall type without thinking first. It's a clever trick.

( only read if you're quite bored )

I'm really tired this evening. Can't be bothered sentences.

Anyway. Reason recent reticence. Tired of own ranting and angry talking sad things. Gone to ground. Buried head in sand. Pulled wool over own eyes. Went back under bedclothes.

Try for positive! Unexplained recent positive:

Radio: John le Carré, Attenboroughs.
Books. Brave Roman boys on noble quest.
Tickets for Russells.
Singing.
Battlestar G.
Beer festival. Mmm, chocolate orange beer. Friendly folky beardy men.
Friend's beautiful wedding, idyllic sunshine, butterflies etc. Friendly folky beardy men.
Chilli on plate.
Chilli on plant.
Sharing lolcat love.
Knitting Seaman's Cap.
Tomorrow: Keyboard buying for musical playing.

I still heart Ray Kowalski.

Working
Sleeping
Eating too much
Drinking gin and tonic
Trying not to think about work
Washing up
Thinking about work
Working
Staring
Watching the tennis
Walking to work
Knitting
Reading books
Sitting down
Worrying about work
Feeling ever so slightly ill all the time, like I've just recovered from flu or something
Watching Doctor Who
Walking home from work
Trying to persuade myself to get off the sofa and go to bed
Walking around in a daze, sometimes going in and out of shops randomly
Nothing else

The Big Read thinks the average adult has only read six of the top 100 books they've printed below.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.

Like the person I nicked it from, I can't be bothered to do steps 2 and 3. I haven't bolded things I started or have read some of, like the Bible and Shakespeare.

( teh list )

It occurs to me that I might need to change the way I organise my life. Organising it, for example, might be a start.

Things I am currently achieving: Getting out of bed. Reading flist. Going to work and staying at my desk, awake, till 5pm, attempting to fit lunch in there at some point. Getting home again. Feeding myself. Occasionally getting to bed before midnight.

Other activities include signing up to things, starting things, buying things which I sometimes get around to taking out of the packaging. I constantly have 50 tabs open in Firefox, all of which are to be 'taken care of' at some mythical later date. I used to make endless lists, but now I can't even seem to find the time to do that. Then there's this BookMooch thing. I have requested eight books to be sent to me. Why, exactly? Why? From here, I can see at least four books I'm 'reading'. I've been 'reading' the same half a dozen books for months on end. Let's not even talk about the 'to read' pile! In return for the books I apparently felt need to be to added to this pile, I tonight wrapped up six of my own books to send to people I don't know in different parts of the world, and then realised I'd forgotten to write the return address on them and furthermore had written the recipient's address in such huge writing there was no room left for all the other things that you have to stick on parcels. So I just sat and stared at them for a while and then put them carefully in a pile and went on Ravelry, where I stared at other people's yarn I will never buy and other people's patterns I will never knit. Now it is 11.43, and I should be asleep, but I'm not, I'm typing this. What an evening I've had!

NaNo starts tomorrow. Since I started my new (and, yes, much better) job I haven't written more than about, ooh, a paragraph. Staring vacantly at half a television programme and eating half a large bar of Cadbury's Wholenut takes up all my energy. In fact, I seem to do lots of half things (or perhaps more accurately quarters and thirds) and it all adds up to a whole lot o' nothing.

Folks... I just can't help feeling I'm not existing at the highest possible level here.

Stephen Fry blogs about smart phones and fame. At some length. :)

Things I looked up on Wikpedia recently, for reasons I shan't bother to go into:

Psychogeography
Desire Lines
Chaos Magic

( Where I'm going for the weekend )

500-year-old toilet - tank won't stop filling up, leaks inside and out. Is vile.
Bedroom window - slowly rotting away, lets in draughts and rain, afraid glass may fall out and kill someone.
Kitchen floor - hideous 70s lino, oddly joined, impossible to clean, badly needs replacing.
Kitchen cabinets - none of the doors fit. I had to glue some of them back together when I moved in.
Bathroom - carpeted. With ordinary carpet.
Hot water - too hot to wash hands or dishes without nasty scalding accident. Apparently non-adjustable.
Fridge - will not go cold enough, occasionally defrosts itself in the middle of the night.
Doorbell - only works intermittently, and then only emits quiet whirring sound.
Phone - goes straight to voicemail whenever it feels like it.
Neighbours in other flats - may be dead. Certainly can't manage to put the wheelie bins back after bin day, or understand how the recycling works.
Previous tenants - still receiving more post than me.
People next door - appear to have stolen my Tesco books delivery.
Living room furniture - incredibly uncomfortable.
Freeview TV - does not pick up Channel 4, but does offer me the entire range of shopping channels.
Landlord - never answers phone.

Still - at least the internet works!

ETA: I just wanted to point out that I do actually quite like my flat, apart from all of the above.

I've lost my bloody USB memory stick key pen flash drive thing. It was nice and it had Stuff on it. But look how positive I am being. Good things:

* I have old versions of some things.
* I am too lazy to have much to lose
* Now I will be forced to write new stuff
* I use my notebook sometimes
* Am in fandom, therefore most definitive versions of finished things are on LJ YAY LJ!
* That novel plan was a) not particularly detailed, b) not very good c) I can remember some of it.

*SIGH*

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You know what else is annoying me today? Last night I watched that film America's Sweethearts. To the end. Ok, I went away in the middle and did some other stuff for a bit, but still. It was rubbish. DAMN YOU JOHN CUSACK!!!

As follows:

1. I really loved last night's Doctor Who. ( :) )

2. I had a dream in which I was on a beach in Kent, and Ewan McGregor was a dashing, tricksy hanglider criminal, but then Simon Pegg swooped in in a helicopter and they had an exciting aerial dogfight, and Simon Pegg won, and arrested him with a plastic gun inscribed with the words 'Art Attack Academy II', and then it was all jokes, handcuffs and kissing.

3. I have been punished for spending money by dropping my monthly buss pass thingy in a shop somewhere. I'd just put £40 on it. This has made me unhappy. :(

4. There has been some interesting stuff on Making Light recently about this whole FanLib nonsense, and about fanfiction and legality. I should trot on over and have a look if that's your bag.

5. I have given up writing in order to spend more time attempting to remove limescale from my bathtub.

6. Behind with comments again. Sorry sorry sorry times a million, as per usual.