I'm not entirely sure what I would like to blog about today. Nothing is particularly annoying me, so it won't be a rant. Neither is anything exciting me above the usual, so perhaps it will just be a meandering, waffly sort of post.
I had an impromptu baseball training session today. There was no game on due to the long weekend, but Oz and Rob decided to go down to the fields and train with anyone who showed up. Of course, having never managed to actually HIT the ball in a game, I thought I could use all the training that was on offer.
My shoulder is now killing me, and I'm still vaguely unclear on a lot of the game mechanics, but I did learn something valuable today...
I can bat. Not in a frightening new-baseballer-prodigy kind of way, but in a solid, over the heads of outfielders kind of way. It was pretty pleasing - I was sure that I would be destined to play the entire season and only have strikes against my name. *Not* something you want when you're playing in a super good team. Anywho, it was a great feeling knowing that I'm not a total fuckup at my newly embraced pastime.
I have also spent the long weekend sleeping (have mercy on my tired tired brain), eating my newly purchased groceries, watching the Catherine Tate Show and reaquainting myself with how to make origami cranes. Long weekends should happen more often. I actually feel rested for the first time in weeks. I have been running on a hideously large sleep defecit, coffee and nutritionally poor meals due to my no down time.
Therefore, I now aim to take slightly better care of myself. Not much, because that would be unrealistic, but small things. Only 1 major drinking night a week (if that), more meals with some veges in them, a daily vitamin tablet (too big to swallow usually), and a maximum of 2 coffees a morning (one large at 8am, one small at 9am). These goals are easily attainable, I know it.
In other news, I completely suck at playing Halo 3 on Legendary. There are 3 out of the 10 levels which are continually kicking my ass. Tsavo Highway, Cortana and Halo. I don't know when to give up for good though, because that Legendary achievement is haunting my gaming spirit.
Also, it has stopped raining after 16 (I think) straight days.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
School Hard
Likes
Morning Coffee
Lunch Coffee
Having money to buy coffee again
Takeaway food
Sexy dreams
Being warm
Mexican beer
My new baseball glove
Books
Arrested Development
Rain, when I'm in bed at night
The little BLIP sound when I get an Xbox 360 Achievement
Tuesday evening television
Dislikes
How slowly the working week goes
My loud nocturnal neighbour
Rain, when I have to be out in it
Cockroaches
Blisters on the back of my foot
Angie Harmon being a married Republican
All of the songs on my iPod
Morning Coffee
Lunch Coffee
Having money to buy coffee again
Takeaway food
Sexy dreams
Being warm
Mexican beer
My new baseball glove
Books
Arrested Development
Rain, when I'm in bed at night
The little BLIP sound when I get an Xbox 360 Achievement
Tuesday evening television
Dislikes
How slowly the working week goes
My loud nocturnal neighbour
Rain, when I have to be out in it
Cockroaches
Blisters on the back of my foot
Angie Harmon being a married Republican
All of the songs on my iPod
Monday, March 24, 2008
Life Serial
As I'm currently in a chocolate-fuelled Easter funk, I decided it would be a good time to vent a little about some things that annoy me. What else is a blog for, right?
Firstly, and most recent in my mind because I've just come back from cat-sitting:
Guest Pillows
There is no excuse for giving your guests the crappy way too high, firm pillows. Nobody can sleep on those! Sure, they look oh so plump and nice on the decorative bedspread but the actual sleeping practically of them is close to zero. People seem to forget how awful it is to have way too puffy pillows as soon as they own a house big enough to have a guest bedroom. Everybody who has ever stayed overnight somewhere other than their own home will understand this, so why do so many people fail to remember this in their own house?
And of course, when your host says "Oh good morning, did you sleep ok?", you can't very well say "No, I actually would have been better sleeping in the laundry with the cats and now I feel like shit because I either had to sleep on a pillow intent on breaking my neck, or with no pillow at all so my ear went numb being sqashed onto the hard mattress".
It would be rude.
So you instead say "Hi, good morning. Yeah, I slept well, thank you."
It's lies, all lies, but at least you're more polite than your rude hosts who don't take two seconds to realise that live human beings have to sleep on their pillows of hell.
Australian Avocados
The last one I bought was so hard and unripe I swear the greenish colour was painted on. They had no riper ones. Even outrageously expensive ripe ones would have been fine. So, you pay $3.50 for a single avocado? At least you can enjoy your tacos or have your nice salad with a generous helping of avocado cubes.
Perhaps it was because of Easter weekend, and all of the good ones had been bought. Regardless, I feel like the avocado industry is lacking Down Under.
Women's Feet When They Walk Down The Stairs During The Night In Movies
This whinge is a bit less tangible than unripe produce. It struck me when I was watching some crappy Tim Allen daytime movie today, and this woman gets up in the middle of the night to investigate something downstairs, I forget what. She pulls on her compulsory silk robe, and as she decends down the stairs, I feel like I've leant on the remote and accidentally switched to a ballet channel. There was a close up of her feet, perfectly manacured toenails, being pointed daintily as she sashayed down the stairs.
What annoyed me most was that it didn't seem unfamiliar in a movie setting. Why do women in movies always have to glide down their polished wooden stairs in the middle of the night with their gorgeous French Tip toenails, like they are auditioning for a part in Swan Lake?
If I get woken unexpectedly in the night, I have enough trouble walking flat footed on a level carpeted surface. Often, even that is hard. I know what it's like to navigate down perilously steep staircases when you're not properly awake, and I still have the cracked ankle bones to prove it.
So, those are my Easter annoyances. There's probably loads more, but I have a sugar headache and can't be bothered thinking of more. In better news, my Tuesdays have now become the Best TV Day Ever. A new season of NCIS starts at 8:30pm, and then Women's Murder Club straight after. It'll be the most glorious two hours of television I could imagine, and nothing less than a date with a very very attractive charming woman could get me to leave my apartment on a Tuesday evening for the foreseeable future.
Of course, all of this glorious crime and forensicy action will get me back into my phase of thinking I could join the police force and meet Angie Harmon, who would interrogate me in one of those interview rooms where you can't be sure who's looking through the mirror-glass. It doesn't make much sense that she'd be interrogating me if I too was working for the police, but how else is she going to get all mad and use her authority to throw me onto the table when I'm not cooperating, whilst at the same time, getting to work together day in and day out so that we start forming a subtle yet undeniable bond of attraction attained only through shared experiences?
Today I feel: cold
Firstly, and most recent in my mind because I've just come back from cat-sitting:
Guest Pillows
There is no excuse for giving your guests the crappy way too high, firm pillows. Nobody can sleep on those! Sure, they look oh so plump and nice on the decorative bedspread but the actual sleeping practically of them is close to zero. People seem to forget how awful it is to have way too puffy pillows as soon as they own a house big enough to have a guest bedroom. Everybody who has ever stayed overnight somewhere other than their own home will understand this, so why do so many people fail to remember this in their own house?
And of course, when your host says "Oh good morning, did you sleep ok?", you can't very well say "No, I actually would have been better sleeping in the laundry with the cats and now I feel like shit because I either had to sleep on a pillow intent on breaking my neck, or with no pillow at all so my ear went numb being sqashed onto the hard mattress".
It would be rude.
So you instead say "Hi, good morning. Yeah, I slept well, thank you."
It's lies, all lies, but at least you're more polite than your rude hosts who don't take two seconds to realise that live human beings have to sleep on their pillows of hell.
Australian Avocados
The last one I bought was so hard and unripe I swear the greenish colour was painted on. They had no riper ones. Even outrageously expensive ripe ones would have been fine. So, you pay $3.50 for a single avocado? At least you can enjoy your tacos or have your nice salad with a generous helping of avocado cubes.
Perhaps it was because of Easter weekend, and all of the good ones had been bought. Regardless, I feel like the avocado industry is lacking Down Under.
Women's Feet When They Walk Down The Stairs During The Night In Movies
This whinge is a bit less tangible than unripe produce. It struck me when I was watching some crappy Tim Allen daytime movie today, and this woman gets up in the middle of the night to investigate something downstairs, I forget what. She pulls on her compulsory silk robe, and as she decends down the stairs, I feel like I've leant on the remote and accidentally switched to a ballet channel. There was a close up of her feet, perfectly manacured toenails, being pointed daintily as she sashayed down the stairs.
What annoyed me most was that it didn't seem unfamiliar in a movie setting. Why do women in movies always have to glide down their polished wooden stairs in the middle of the night with their gorgeous French Tip toenails, like they are auditioning for a part in Swan Lake?
If I get woken unexpectedly in the night, I have enough trouble walking flat footed on a level carpeted surface. Often, even that is hard. I know what it's like to navigate down perilously steep staircases when you're not properly awake, and I still have the cracked ankle bones to prove it.
So, those are my Easter annoyances. There's probably loads more, but I have a sugar headache and can't be bothered thinking of more. In better news, my Tuesdays have now become the Best TV Day Ever. A new season of NCIS starts at 8:30pm, and then Women's Murder Club straight after. It'll be the most glorious two hours of television I could imagine, and nothing less than a date with a very very attractive charming woman could get me to leave my apartment on a Tuesday evening for the foreseeable future.
Of course, all of this glorious crime and forensicy action will get me back into my phase of thinking I could join the police force and meet Angie Harmon, who would interrogate me in one of those interview rooms where you can't be sure who's looking through the mirror-glass. It doesn't make much sense that she'd be interrogating me if I too was working for the police, but how else is she going to get all mad and use her authority to throw me onto the table when I'm not cooperating, whilst at the same time, getting to work together day in and day out so that we start forming a subtle yet undeniable bond of attraction attained only through shared experiences?
Today I feel: cold
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Go Fish
I will never not be annoyed with people when I go and swim laps. Almost every blog I've ever had, has featured some (many) posts about how stupid and inconsiderate swimmers are. Just because you've paid 5 fucking dollars to get in and have fancy goggles doesn't mean you can go and swim as fast as you like in the designated "SLOW" swimming lane.
Bloody arrogant pig of a man was pushing past swimmers (myself included) to overtake them as he rushed up and down the pool. See these six other lanes beside you? Yeah, they're not there just for decoration. Go and swim in the "FAST" lane if you're so desperate to match your swimming pace to your driving speed. Little pinkie anyone?
I can't wait to buy my own lap pool.
Bloody arrogant pig of a man was pushing past swimmers (myself included) to overtake them as he rushed up and down the pool. See these six other lanes beside you? Yeah, they're not there just for decoration. Go and swim in the "FAST" lane if you're so desperate to match your swimming pace to your driving speed. Little pinkie anyone?
I can't wait to buy my own lap pool.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Where The Wild Things Are
Somebody stop this delusional writer! They continue to post horrifying stories and besmirch the good name of the Kitten board. It makes me so annoyed.
I need to think of other things, better things.
Like Angie Harmon for instance. Yes, she's too thin and married and a Republican. But we can forgive her all of those indescretions after last nights episode of The Women's Murder Club. She crash tackled a suspect into a pond, handcuffed the guy underwater, and came out looking like she'd just stepped off the set of Wild Things. All scowly and tight wet clothesy. It was a time.
And speaking of angry swimming brunette celebrities, I haven't seen MROD in the gossip columns for a while now. Is she still in jail? Surely not. Do her parole terms indicate that she can't drink and then skinny dip?
Today I feel: slightly lecherous. I'm not sure if that's the word I'm looking for, but it'll do.
I need to think of other things, better things.
Like Angie Harmon for instance. Yes, she's too thin and married and a Republican. But we can forgive her all of those indescretions after last nights episode of The Women's Murder Club. She crash tackled a suspect into a pond, handcuffed the guy underwater, and came out looking like she'd just stepped off the set of Wild Things. All scowly and tight wet clothesy. It was a time.
And speaking of angry swimming brunette celebrities, I haven't seen MROD in the gossip columns for a while now. Is she still in jail? Surely not. Do her parole terms indicate that she can't drink and then skinny dip?
Today I feel: slightly lecherous. I'm not sure if that's the word I'm looking for, but it'll do.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
The Harsh Light Of Day
The standard of fanfiction is dropping. As its popularity increases, every man, woman and child (especially the children) are posting their ridiculous pieces of drivvle on the internet.
This outburst comes from the recent invasion of a lovely Willow/Tara Buffy community board, by a fanfiction writer who lacks even the most basic grasp of the English language. The poster WRITES ALL HER TITLES IN CAPS LOCK and has possibly asked their 1 year old sibling to take over the typing duties.
Just how bad is this writing? Ok, let's provide an excerpt.
...
So Tara and Donnie Maclay welcome to sunnydale high let’s just check your school records here well Donnie it says you’re a senior with a b average the principle said
I know what it say said Donnie
Can it Don Tara told him
And Tara your in 10th with an a average and with a tendency to get into trouble well here’s your schedules and locker numbers I don’t wont to see you in here any time soon Tara he told her
(grabs paper) whatever dude said Tara
Tara headed to her first period class and it was math she handed the teacher the paper then goes to sit in the back 5 minutes later the rest of the class comes in willow sees Tara in the back as she sit in her assigned seat
Alright class we have a new student Tara maclay from Alabama please give her a warm welcome the teacher said
Alabama has all the freaks a boy said
Watch your mouth jimmy the teacher warned
But they do they talk funny said jimmy
Watch it boy I’ll stomp you down warned Tara
Ok now class open you books to page 15 and read 15-25 the teacher said
Mrs. I don’t have a book Tara told her
Umm come sit up here with willow for today the teacher said
...
Horrible horrible horrible. It makes me feel dirty and ashamed. I wouldn't care so much if it wasn't for a couple of truly outstanding writers on the board - people who can write stories that make you cry or laugh out loud as you read. Sorry, I mean LOL.
The irritating thing is that this person continues to post story after story, cluttering up the board and infecting the good fics with their awfulness.
I feel like crying in the shower over it. Which makes me think of two things:
1. Tobias Funke, after losing his fire sale audition in Top Banana, Arrested Development
2. The Rape Shower reenactment, from Hostel Part 2
This outburst comes from the recent invasion of a lovely Willow/Tara Buffy community board, by a fanfiction writer who lacks even the most basic grasp of the English language. The poster WRITES ALL HER TITLES IN CAPS LOCK and has possibly asked their 1 year old sibling to take over the typing duties.
Just how bad is this writing? Ok, let's provide an excerpt.
...
So Tara and Donnie Maclay welcome to sunnydale high let’s just check your school records here well Donnie it says you’re a senior with a b average the principle said
I know what it say said Donnie
Can it Don Tara told him
And Tara your in 10th with an a average and with a tendency to get into trouble well here’s your schedules and locker numbers I don’t wont to see you in here any time soon Tara he told her
(grabs paper) whatever dude said Tara
Tara headed to her first period class and it was math she handed the teacher the paper then goes to sit in the back 5 minutes later the rest of the class comes in willow sees Tara in the back as she sit in her assigned seat
Alright class we have a new student Tara maclay from Alabama please give her a warm welcome the teacher said
Alabama has all the freaks a boy said
Watch your mouth jimmy the teacher warned
But they do they talk funny said jimmy
Watch it boy I’ll stomp you down warned Tara
Ok now class open you books to page 15 and read 15-25 the teacher said
Mrs. I don’t have a book Tara told her
Umm come sit up here with willow for today the teacher said
...
Horrible horrible horrible. It makes me feel dirty and ashamed. I wouldn't care so much if it wasn't for a couple of truly outstanding writers on the board - people who can write stories that make you cry or laugh out loud as you read. Sorry, I mean LOL.
The irritating thing is that this person continues to post story after story, cluttering up the board and infecting the good fics with their awfulness.
I feel like crying in the shower over it. Which makes me think of two things:
1. Tobias Funke, after losing his fire sale audition in Top Banana, Arrested Development
2. The Rape Shower reenactment, from Hostel Part 2
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Bargaining, Part 1
I used to have a LiveJournal blog. Two LiveJournal blogs. And a myspace. Also a facebook and for a brief horrifying second, a Bebo.
Too much pressure.
This blog will be a fresh start, and I aim to feel much less pressure to update it regularly. If I'm inspired, I can add posts, and if not, it can merely become one of a bajillion pieces of e-junk floating around the internets. I'm not very e-nvironmentally friendly.
Today I feel: whimsical.
Too much pressure.
This blog will be a fresh start, and I aim to feel much less pressure to update it regularly. If I'm inspired, I can add posts, and if not, it can merely become one of a bajillion pieces of e-junk floating around the internets. I'm not very e-nvironmentally friendly.
Today I feel: whimsical.
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