Okay, a more festive update

As requested by an anonymous commenter on my previous entry (the Blurty edition, at least), something a little more festive.

Merry Christmas to you all, or whatever alternative festival you wish to celebrate. As an atheist in a traditionally Christian country, it's Christmas for me, just without the religion.

The person in question in the last post was not a c-word for anything he'd done to me, but I was present when he displayed his c-wordery with regards to a very close friend, so it got me a little annoyed. That's all the public explanation I'm going to give, sorry. You'll have to pick at another branch on the grapevine.

(And this fucking keyboard is laid out differently to the one I use back in Lancaster, and is set up on an uneven table, so it's fucking wobbling at every fucking keystroke!!! That and 'Page Down' is where 'End' should be. Anyway...)

Today, I woke up late. It was 0935 hrs before I was up (I'm thinking in the 24-hour clock thanks to this job...) before I opened my first present. I had even had a shave and got dressed. What's happening to me? Have I grown up?

Anyhow, I got my 3GHz Pentium 4 processor and matching motherboard, plus a 512MB stick of RAM, so much wootage and Half-Life 2ery once I get it all put together tomorrow. And eventually I'll have to buy another stick or three of RAM to really twink out my machine. But first, food, clothing, rent and a new job.

Bored of the Rings - not exactly Spike Milligan quality, but an amusing spoof in places.

I got a mini digital camera as well. Not tried it yet, but it's diddy. (The only time, I assure you, you will read that word on my blog.)

Shaun of the Dead. Watched it with my parents. Mum kept squicking at the gory bits, Dad kept laughing at them. Hmm, and they always complained I was too interested in violence... I will have to start putting little round stickers on DVDs and stuff so that I know which ones are mine and which are Tom or Kate's. I only watched Tom's version of Shaun a week or two ago.

Spent most of the morning watching the first half of Live Aid and sending seasons greetings around by text message. Anyone I missed, it was either because I haven't got your number, I don't like you, I didn't have enough credit to go around everyone, or (this being a public blog) I've never met you before.

Had lunch, didn't have Grandma around at all, because she's 200 miles away in London, with my uncle. Ha ha! Another Christmas tradition broken! Joy. She'd have just commented on the appearance and talent of the various Live Aid performers if she had been here. I wonder if she'd have tried blaming the Ethiopians for their own famine. Maybe, maybe not. After all, Ethiopia is Christian, so they couldn't possibly do anything wrong. Watched various things on TV. I think Before They Were Famous is coming on now, so I'll be downstairs in a moment.

Tomorrow, off to the sales and pick myself up some trainers and jeans. And maybe glasses. If Kate's still unemployed by the time I get into my fortnight off work (two weeks holiday, taking it for the last two weeks of my contract at the police station), I'll have to drag her around Lancaster and find me a new pair of glasses to replace the broken ones.

Who knows, if I'm a little frugal* next month, I may even be £100 or so in the black the next time a pay cheque comes in. Here's hoping. :-)






*Frugals: small, gnome-like creatures who live in the hollows beneath trees. They hoard gold coins That roll out of the purses of travellers who sleep against the trunk of their homes. In recent years, frugals have become rare, thanks to the loss of their habitats due to increasing industrialisation and the practice of 'squandery', where packs of men use trained hounds, called 'misers', to locate frugal burrows and then dig them out. The frugals are rarely harmed in themselves, but their hoards are stolen. The loss of this money generally causes extreme depression in whole family groupings of frugals. Often, whole groups that have been made homeless in this way will stampede over the edges of cliffs to their deaths.

Scuse the harsher than usual language but...

...What an absolute fucking cunt!

The Color Quiz

It's been a while since I've done this one, but I'm still impressed with its results. I do query the Existing Situation bit. At the moment I've been thinking a lot about consequences of my desires.


Your Existing Situation

Impulsive and irritable. His desires, and the actions involved, are paramount, with insufficient consideration being given to their consequences. This leads to, or arises from, stress and conflict.


Your Stress Sources

Delights in the tasteful, the gracious, and the sensitive, but maintains his attitude of critical appraisal and refuses to be swept off his feet unless genuineness and integrity can be absolutely vouched for. Therefore keeps a strict and watchful control on his emotional relationships as he must know exactly where he stands. Demands complete sincerity as a protection against his own tendency to be too trusting.


Your Restrained Characteristics

Feels that he cannot do much about his existing problems and difficulties and that he must make the best of things as they are. Able to achieve satisfaction from sexual activity.

Feels that things stand in his way, that circumstances are forcing him to compromise and forgo some pleasures for the time being.


Your Desired Objective

Hopes that ties of affection and good-fellowship will bring release and contentment. His own need for approval makes him ready to be of help to others and in exchange he wants warmth and understanding. Open to new ideas and possibilities which he hopes will prove fruitful and interesting.


Your Actual Problem

Intensely critical of the existing conditions which he feels are disorganized or insufficiently clear-cut. Is therefore seeking some solution which will clarify the situation and introduce a more acceptable degree of order and method.