sheldrake

It must be because my Christmas cactus is coming into bloom! Oh, it's made me so proud! It never does this. It's looking a bit more spectacular now, I took this the other day.

What else? I have done stuff today. I decided I wasn't allowed to post here until I'd done stuff, and today I wrote a thousand words, scanned lots of stuff, uploaded lots of stuff, and made serious inroads into organising my Flickr photostream.

And now I must away to bed, as I have used up all my time. Which is sad.

Adieu, flist.

This year I am going to get things done.

So far I have updated Twitter and Facebook telling everyone about how I've descaled the kettle. I didn't want you to be left out, LJ. Actually, I'm now descaling the kettle again, because the first one wasn't enough. Descaler is kind of a new experience for the kettle, it's taking some time to get used to it.

That piece of information was an exclusive, flist. Facebook and Twitter didn't even get that one. You don't have to thank me.

So, and yes. The other thing. When I removed my desktop computer, I suddenly had these obsolete sliding keyboard and mouse compartments on my desk. It has come to my notice that these spaces have somehow become clogged up with bank statements, correspondence, payslips, cds, manuals and other detritus. I have no idea how this happened, but I assume it was a similar process to that which led to me having a cup of limescale tea every morning. Anyway, I'm going in. With a pickaxe. And I'm telling you all about it, which is totally justified and definitely not any form of procrastination or distraction. Wish me luck!

ps. We can has new Doctor this afternoon. OMG!

Anyone else doing this Twitter thingy? I discovered there were some minutes of the day I wasn't wasting properly, so I immediately got myself an account.

I know I can count on you, my lovely Friends, to help me procrastinate. :)

lazlet reminds me that it would be helpful if I let you know that my Twitter username is sheldrakus.

Why I Re-Read, a post by Jo Walton. I love this, because it perfectly describes why I re-read, too.

lobelia321 and I had a conversation where I said vampires should be tormented because fictional characters should be tormented, not particularly because they were vampires, and then she wrote me a ficlet about a very, very happy vampire called Flopsy, and then I defaced Beatrix Potter. Defacing Beatrix Potter turned out to be a fabulous de-stressing activity.

I get to have a night in tonight, which will be nice. I wonder if I'll actually get round to ringing the landlord, like I keep saying I will? Or just sit all night like blythely's drooling cabbage, occasionally stuffing a chocolate cornflake cluster into my mouth.

And then tomorrow I'm going to Cheltenham for the weekend (not for the races).

And shortly, I will be going to work. :(

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.

1. Walking miles and miles and miles omg to the post office depot place to pick up a blue glass bottle I bought off eBay in a moment of extreme randomosity. Whatever, I'll go after work one day next week. No, honestly, I will. Mm.

2. Taking over the world. Again, next week.

There's nothing else I won't do today. Nothing!

REC: Takin' Over the Asylum is coming out on DVD on June 9. Finally, finally! This is such a good series -- I loved it when it was first on't telly, and I saw it again recently and it was still fantastic -- knocks most recent TV drama into a cocked hat, frankly. Lots of people, of course, will want to watch it now for the admittedly quite adorable BABY!TENNANT (not that that's a bad reason), but it's got a whole lot more going for it than that. SO WATCH ITTTTT!!!! OMG or, you know, don't. But really, do.

BYE!

ps. try to pretend some of that actually made sense.

Sunday in stages:

1. Sunday. That's a good day to get things done, right?
2. First I must spend lots of time on eBay, bidding on a Willo the Wisp DVD. WHAT THE HELL?
3. Scrabulous.
4. Refresh Friends page, it's been three minutes, SOMETHING MIGHT HAVE HAPPENED!
5. Please help me. I need to have the Internet taken away from me, before I look up from the screen and find 20 years have passed without me noticing.

As one of the hourdes of humanity what have been sucked into the dark hole of procrastination that is Facebook, I enjoyed today's Wondermark:

I'm turning off the Internet, it makes me waste too much time. You guys don't mind, do you?

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.