sheldrake

I'm obsessively tagging all my old journal entries, and I'm up to November 2003. It reminded me that LJ exists, so I thought I'd come here and post. And then I remembered that I've got to get ready to go to work now. :(

Remember in my last post when I said I'd come back tomorrow but you might have moved in time like the fireplace in Doctor Who? That's what happened.

Bye! I'll come back tomorrow.

Was it something I said? If I've done something to offend you, I'd prefer it if we could just get it out in the open, and then we can work on whatever it is, together. Instead, you just sulk and refuse to email me comments. Passive aggressive little thing, aren't you, LiveJournal?

Well... We'll talk about this in the morning.

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Oh noooo it is nearly Monday. :( One day they'll make an episode of Never Mind the Buzzocks that goes on for a week. Then, and only then, will I be truly happy.

Goodnight, sweet ones.

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 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.

Hello. Sorry I haven't posted for ages. I kept thinking I ought to post about this before I started on any of the usual waffle and fluff, and I've been putting it off because it's not something I particularly want to talk about or expend any more energy on. But it's been bothering me that there might be people who don't know about this, and who deserve to, and a public post seemed the best way to stop that from happening. A heads-up, if you will. I've thought about it, and discussed it with a friend, and I see no reason why this shouldn't be made known publicly. If there is a good reason I'm not aware of, then of course let me know.

So, this will mainly affect people who were around in the Lotrips fandom of olden times. I recently found out (from a friend on the flist, who found out from someone on her flist, etc etc) that Kia Bright, known on LJ as hjartad and then punkmeanscuddle, did not, as we were led to believe, die in 2005 from heart failure/suicide. She actually faked her own death, and is still alive. I don't know how it all came to light, but it seems pretty definite that this is the case. It seems she's still in the same job, and may have accounts at Twitter and Last.fm. Like I say, I know little else in the way of details, but feel free to email me about it if you want to.

The awful thing about cases like this (one of the awful things) is that they leave you feeling a fool. You've been duped, and you feel (however unjustifiably) that everybody else must have known and not told you. I have no idea, really, how widespread this knowledge is, but I spoke to at least one person who didn't know and was shocked to find out. And, you know... there are lots of people I like and respect around these parts, and who deserve better than the lie we were unfortunately being fed for the last few years. (Absolutely no judgement intended on anyone who didn't want to post about it, I nearly didn't myself). So, um -- if you already knew... as you were, and if you didn't, I'm really sorry to be the bearer of ugly news. Oh, and apologies to the many people to whom this will mean nothing at all -- permission to scroll on by!

Right. I shall now move on, and get back to the waffle and fluff you love so much and tolerate so kindly.

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 just hastily backed up my journal, just in case the world ends.

Unfortunately, this resulted in me sitting there reading my own journal entries from 2002, until I suddenly realised it had gone dark.

If (and I very much hope it won't) LJ does go belly-up, I may be forced to radically rethink my life. Which is in itself a worrying thought.

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.

Have you ever wished to make a formal complaint about something but not known where in blue blazes to send it? Ever thought, "Hmm, whinging about packaging and traffic in my LJ is all find and dandy, but why isn't there somewhere more... formal?" Well, lazlet and I have, and we decided we'd absolutely had it, we'd had it up the back teeth, with not having anywhere to send our formal complaints. So we made formalcomplaint. Join, my friends, and let the complaining in a formal and yet reasonably entertaining manner begin!

formalcomplaint

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If that doesn't float your boat, how about this extremely lolworthy bad cake website:

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/

But I'm worried.

See, this guy Samuel Pepys is on my friends list. He's pretty cool, although if I'm honest I do sometimes skim his posts about stuff that happened at the office. He doesn't comment much (he's from the 17th Century), but he's become part of my LJ landscape now, you know? Anyway, in his post today he wrote about how everyone was worried about a sickness in London. Because, of course, he's writing from 1665. And then it dawned on me. OMG (I thought)! Someone on my friends list is about to live through the Great Plague!

What can I do? Maybe some sort of appeal... Does PayPal send money to the past?