I have been keeping busy, up until recently.

My job has finished.  The company I work for retendered for the maintenance contract, but did not win.  I am having a couple of weeks off and have bought myself a computer with the redundancy money.

Have been spending like is water.

Must get a grip.

Have updated my resume and next week will start looking for work.

In the meantime, I was SUPPOSED to ring and book the cats in at the vets, but have been messing about with my new internet connection :)  Only just logged in this afternoon (4 pm).

It's been weeks since I could blog like I used to.  I have been blogging on www.ishouldnothavesaidthat.blogspot.com but security settings at work were changed and I haven't been able to blog normally for a month.  I feel like I've lost the knack :(  Everytime I try to write something, nothing comes.  It is probably just that I need people and activity to bounce off from and the fact that I have been sitting about and sleeping has not exactly provided much to blog about :)

I am contemplating flying to Melbourne 21st February to see Gareth Liddiard play, but that would be height of foolishness.  I should be saving my dough.  I will probably do it anyway :)

that is all

Tags: gareth liddiard, internet connected, melbourne, money, redundant, tendrils, work
Current Location: Home :)
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Not at present

I think I am rating about one new russian livejournal friend a fortnight lately.
I don't understand anything written and yet I befriend them all.
Does this make me some kind of Livejournal slut?

It is an excess of curiousity on my part.

One of these days I will get a home computer and a translation program and I will read EVERYTHING.  I will be sunk in russian.  Wallowing about like a not very good jelly wrestler (because, of course, a good jelly wrestler would still be on their feet and probably drowning the other in jelly by holding the others head down with their foot).

Until then ... I keep them locked away.  I am a livejournal bluebeard  - but without the beard. 

Perhaps I should dye my pubic hair blue?

Current Location: Work
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Pennywhistle - Augie March

retracted - just realised it was a locked journal - i am a doofus - sorry

I should write something now to fill in the gap ... um ... I have nothing.

I am like a blank page.

Current Location: Work
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: Dusty Springfield

I need to get a translation program for my computer.

Or find a russian willing to read to me.

:)

Current Location: work
Current Mood: hovering
Current Music: Joel Silbersher's Greasy Lens

Just to let ya's know I am ceasing to blog.
Am going to get a life and a new job.

And maybe learn Tai Chi.
That sounds nice and healthy.

Going to see Bell Shakespeare's touring company perform "As You Like It" Saturday night.

There is stuff on in the town I actually live in, so am going to stop spending all my spare money on the internet reading about what other people are doing and actually do some doing.

Ciao :)

Current Location: work
Current Mood: determined
Current Music: Manic Street Preachers

We have been asked to not use the toilets in our building today.
Plumber dude is emptying out the septic system etc blah blah something i wasn't really listening.

Means we have to drive down to the other building when we need to go.

Though I have suggested we could misuse one of the empty "neverfail" water bottles if we get desperate.

I've already had two cups of coffee :(

I shall have to write a shit poem about this today.

ha ha hahahaha shit poem, unable to use the toilet ha ha ha
Number 1:  yes I know - i'm not really pissing myself with laughter - it's not at all funny  ha haha haha hahahah a
Number 2:  I've no talent for toilet humour

Current Location: work
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: not yet

The last verse is, of course, referring to playstation WII.
The wireless controllers need batteries, I think.
I don't have one myself.
My ten year old niece has just saved up and bought herself one.

The Gentleman that sits next to me at work, has had an unfortunate incident with his WII.
The guests strap slipped and the controller went through his brand new plasma tv.

I know what you were thinking though and I'm Shocked!  Shocked I tell you.
I make skippy noises in your general direction.

My daily check of Ms Fit's defunct blog reveals and annonymous wishing arse cancer on his ex-wife.

"I hope my ex wife gets arse cancer. At the moment, I think I'd like that. My feelings will return to their normal levels of simmering hate once her latest outrage blows over, but at the moment - arse cancer. "

To be precise.

I like it.  Written in such a way as to still make one like the person who is wishing arse cancer on another.  I wish I could write like that.  simmering hate is good too.  

But this also brings to mind my conversation with Uncle Sidney last night.

He has remarked the last few times about how tired he is feeling and last night he said his chest felt tight.

Uncle Sid had colon cancer (arse cancer) and has a permanent colostomy bag.  Prior to the arse cancer (I shall have to tell him that name - I think he'll like it) he had open heart surgery for a double bypass and valve replaced.  The radiology and chemo seemed to have a detrimental effect on his heart.  Mother told me this week, that Uncle Sid had refused to have a pacemaker.  (and then of course he was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes - such a lucky cookie).

So now I am wondering if I should trade the melbourne flights at Christmas time in for flights to brisbane instead.  If work gets the new contract, I probably won't be able to take leave anyway, as it is a much expanded contract.  If work doesn't get it, I will have to find another job and probably be unable to take leave.

If I trade the flights I could go listen/see Mr Noga and Mr Perkins play in July, pick up my Dan Kelly cd and visit Uncle Sidney.

So multiple advantages.

I shall have to ruminate.

Current Location: Work
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: not yet

Okay - so since I was in a shitty mood over the weekend, poor little dan kelly somehow accidentially got deleted from my myspace again.  Really ... I just don't know what happens there (ha ha hah a haha - i am so bad).
*ahem*
Anyhoo 
The unfortunate side effect of deleteing dan, is that I now have to ask for myspace friendship again.
I was thinking this time I may need to say sorry or something.
Here is the first draft of what I was considering sending along with my friend request.
Let me know what you think :)

Dear Dan Kelly

You have been sorely misused

I got cross again and deleted you from my myspace

And ashamedly admit you don’t deserve to be so abused

 

I feel bad about it

Especially since I know I will do it again

I think I may be addicted

To deleting you from my myspace friends

 

It gives me a little thrill each time

And a nervous giggle ensues

But I am left again to beg myspace friendship

And would understand if you refuse

 

I would however probably hold it against you

For not being there for me in my times of need

For me to take out all my stress by the simple press of a button

Whenever I am unhappy or worried.

 

I know that there are other ways in these modern times

To relieve oneself of tension

Which, if one is handily armed with batteries,

Also just involve the press of a button

 

But I am a simple girl

With simple uncomplicated needs

And deleting you from myspace is a lot easier

Then messing about with batteries and leads

Current Location: work
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Winter Coat

Not a restful night.

Now that the stray is gone, all the other cats he used to keep away are showing up.  So I am trying to keep the cats in at night again.

Was woken up at midnight by howling cat.

Remembered Cookie was still outside.

Went to let her in.

Both she and Tina seemed to be sitting outside the door.

But then I remembered that Cookie was the only one outside.

So ANOTHER tabby cat, spookily like mine own was sitting on my door step!

I had nearly ushered the intruder within before my poor sleep addled brain kicked in.

Later that night/morning both Cookie and Tina insisted on going out.

The same Tabby Cat was still sitting on my feckin’ door step!

And there was another one!

A more faded tabby like the stray, at the fence.

I saw a ginger the night before.

I wonder who will win the battle for dominance.

I wish I had some kind of infra red camera that I could set up in the yard to watch developments.

Current Location: work
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: various

This is so funny to me right now.

Current Location: work
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: paul kelly