I’m not ‘boring’. I’m English.
Archive for August, 2008
Options
Aug 21st
Am frantically doing homework in preparation for a hugely annoying PCOS treatment options appointment. There are so many different hormone treatments and all of them ALL OF THEM have side effects which mean I will have to take MORE pills to balance out the horrible side effect things.
I am in no way nervous about tomorrow. I am in no way all tense and heading for one of the most annoying meetings I am ever going to have. I mean the last thing the doctor from hell prescribed me made me feel like I wanted to, well, die. And because he doesn’t know how to use his ears I need to make my point clearly and without getting even a little bit angry. My problem with this is I am at the moment not feeling exactly rational and am in no way making myself clear.
This appointment was supposed to be two weeks ago and I have been a little distracted since then (hence the crapola of posts recently). It’s going to be all the way horrendous. Or maybe the doctor I had last time has moved to the other side of the world and I will get Dr Sensitive who has really big ears. Please.
Kinda Disturbing
Aug 20th
What with the Rickrolling from a few months ago and the Barackrolling from last week? I thought seeing disturbing things through links was all kinds of over BUT… Oh it continues.
The Dr Horrible team on Twitter put this up and I clicked…
Dr Horrible Twitter
Yes, 22 hours after it was put up but… well, I could go on and on about why I haven’t been online today but it is most uninteresting and involves doing laundry.
Well go on click and be disturbed.
Or look at the video that it goes to below.
Oh and this is for my good no blog friend Neil who has had to put up with a lot of silence from me recently. I saw this at the FoxFresh site and thought of you.
Eliza Dushku
And now I’m off to try and sleep, y’know, at night!
Ideas Ideas Ideas
Aug 19th
This was going to be a post spewing vitriol about Anne Robinson an the show The Weakest Link but I can’t be bothered.
And then it was going to be a post about something that annoyed me on the news today but I honestly can’t remember what it was!
Other ideas included how disgusting it is trying to clear up cat sick (especially when the cat is not yours but the neighbour’s – don’t worry the cat is fine – just a furball… ugh).
I started to get desperate when I realised I couldn’t even be arsed to write about the new and shiny golds Team GB&NI got today.
It rained today… but not enough to be blogworthy…
I’ll try to have more an exciting day tomorrow – I have to water the houseplants!
No Distractions
Aug 18th
My brother and Mum have both gone on a little visit to see my granny in her new nursing home (no, it’s a nice one, just opened, there’s greenery and nice people… and my aunt and uncle visit a lot). This means it’s just me and Dad. AND he’s out a lot. He has his allotment and all the other things semi-retired people do.
Because of all this… space… time… quiet… It means I get to play loud music and really geek out. This means I am moving forward in a BIG way with the scout group’s website. As of5 minutes ago I have the entire framework together. Now I just have to fill it and make it look pretty. AND I have figured out the multiple installations of WordPress using only one SQL database… yes, it’s taken me this long… yes, I am this stupid.
Next I am going to go through the several thousand photos I already have from this delicious group of people to try and find ones that simultaneously give a positive impression of the group while keeping the little darlings identities as secret as possible. I foresee using an awful lot of ‘blur’. I’ve also figured out how to make the colours work… well, I think so anyway… and each section will have their own official colours used… See, official colours! Then it’s not my choice… not my fault!
All of this. All the colouring in and prettiness will be done in the next day or so because then comes the hard bit. Words. What the hell do I say about any of the Sections? I know next to nothing about what actually goes on. Yes, ooo, idea, get the section leaders to write it? Tell them that I have read the Scouting UK website and copying will not be tolerated. Reward them with sweeties? Try a massive charm offensive?
Yeah, I laughed at the last one too.
Can’t think about it now. Have prettiness to do.
Well have sleep to have first.
But I’m going to leave you on a musical note. You remember the bad bad news about the Rocky Horror remake? Well, filming starts in November on another musical remake – Fame.
Yep. Fame. It’s going to be directed by Kevin Tancharoen who is involved with things like Pussycat Doll’s Search For The Next Doll. The only reason I care is he got Special Thanks on Dr Horrible… so he must do something right. But, thing I am worried about – every song except the theme is being thrown out. I mean, seriously, what’s the point? Let’s just call it Theatre School Musical and have done with it!
Always Believe in Your Soul
Aug 17th
Yes, Phelps did it. 8 whole shiny bits of metal. Well done. But do you know what?
Brits won things too! We won loads of shiny bits of metal yesterday in cycling, rowing, gymnastics (yes, gymnastics I know!) and bloody swimmng too! We do so very rock. Our lovely small country is (as I write this) in 3rd place on the medals table. ‘Scuse my French but come on! 3rd Fucking place! Who is above us? China (who is 1/6th of the world’s population) and the US (who has the unstoppable Phelps).
It just gives me such hope for 2012… Wow, I have national sport related Hope!
One thing made me a little confused though. In the Woman’s Individual Cycling Pursuit, Wendy Houvenaghel got the silver (behind another Brit, Rebecca Romero). My confusion comes from the fact that she was born in Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland isn’t in Great Britain. It’s in the United Kingdom but not Great Britain… I’m starting to panic that everything I thought I understood about my country is wrong…
Am I?
But short the confusion… We are currently the Best European country at the Olympics! Rock very much on!
Been Drinking
Aug 16th
Went out, had some white wine… then had some red… then had some cider.
THEN came home drank some more wine and watched Armageddon.
Cried at the beautiful sacrifice made to save the planet and then watched the end of She’s All That and cried about the fact no one will ever love me like that.
Well, that brings us to now.
Retirement do’s are fun.
Sir Penguin
Aug 15th
Oh, you think England is eccentric do you? America a little crazy? Australia nuts? I tell you they have got nothing on Norway.
The King Penguin, who was first made a Lance Corporal in 1972 after being made the mascot of the Norwegian Royal Guard and was made Honourary Colonel-in-Chief in 2005, has been knighted at Edinburgh Zoo. So, it’s Arise Sir Nils Olav!
I love this story for a few reasons.
- Penguins are the funniest creatures on the planet
- It makes perfect sense – when people go to be knighted they have to wear penguin suits so…
- and… that’s it – the rest of my enjoyment is just from the pure loveliness of the idea.
Other, than that I would just like to say congratulations to all the A-level students who got their results today. Life is coming at you in a rush now, I remember it well, decisions to be made and all that. But stop for a moment and just pat yourselves on the back. You survived.
You Think You’ve Got Problems?
Aug 14th
Hi, my name is Bec and I am a Southerner who lives in the NorthWest
I live in the North of England, but am a Southerner by birth – meaning I have, apparently, a side to choose. On Wednesday (I can’t believe it was only two days ago) a Government Thinktank – Policy Exchange - released a report saying (link to pdf of report) that some Northern cities were ‘beyond revival’ and people should move South to stop them being trapped in ‘poor’ areas. It was basically a bitching session about regeneration plans not going so well.
This, of course, being England, has once again kicked off the old ‘North vs South’ divide. The lines are being drawn up and local news crews are trawling the streets looking for well… locals… to be indignant. This, being North West England, means we have to put up with idiots dribbling on about cloth caps, Blackpool, Liverpool being the damned City of Culture (oh so very sick of this being mentioned at least twice in every news report), the Beatles, how all Southerners are unfriendly evil money grabbing toffs as opposed to the ‘give you the shirt off their back’ common man-iness of the North West (where?!), and how the NorthWest is the most beautiful area of the country.
I… am flumoxed. I have lived in both the North and South… people are just people for God’s sake. Things are the same whereever you go – everyone is suffering, everyone feels joy, everyone has crime, everyone has achievements and wonder… We all live in the same damned country so why, now I sound like a soft drink commercial, can’t we all just get along?
I like both ends of the country for different reasons. Here it is cheap and slow and relaxed (sometimes a little too relaxed) and the accents aren’t awful… and the South is exciting and friendly and inviting and… Both ends have got their problems – but right now the biggest problem the NorthWest has (I can’t say about the NorthEast because… well… I don’t see their news) is the people who were born here and have never lived anywhere else thinking everywhere else is awful.
I’m making no sense.
Update: This should have been posted ages ago but the blog and my brain have been down on and off all day! Sorry!
7.7
Aug 13th
So, the other day, when I said I was going to exercise everyday? Yeah, I lied. I skipped yesterday. I have excuses, reasons, long and short stories about why I didn’t do anything yesterday but they would all be total poppycock. I just couldn’t be arsed.
Today, though, the Olympic porn was on repeat (I know I am not American but allow me this… COME ON PHELPS!!!), and the other sports being shown were interesting, sure, but not involving. I was making dinner but once the salad had been chopped, the new potatoes (freshly dug out of the ground by Dad – as if it was me – that would be gardening) had been scrubbed and put in the steamer… and the pizzas shoved in the oven (I was going to make ones a la Kapgar but the look I got from Mum – she was reaching for the phone to call the men in white coats) I had nothing much to do.
I was determined (DETERMINED I SAY) to not pootle around the internet today and I was scout-sited out so I left my laptop upstairs. I sat outside for half an hour with the cat while the fly spray we bought to kill the latest attack from the local farm did absolutely nothing and then… came completely unstuck.
Nothing to do. Being without job sucks. Hard.
So, I gave up, grabbed my iPod and got on the bike.
I am very happy to say that I lasted a full five songs (yes, I sing along at the same time) before wanting to die a sweat drenched death… and covered 7.7 miles (12.39kilometres) (I have no idea, BTW, if this is good… is it?)
But
I hurt my leg. It’s an ouchie.
Stretch beforehand.
Stretch.
Did I? Of course not. That would be responsible and sensible and all that nonsense.
My big problem is though that the playlist I created called ‘Up’, which was designed to wake me up and make me all cheerful and crap in the mornings… or whenever I needed making cheerful… is entirely unsuitable for working out to. It’s just not Up enough. So I need your lovely lovely help.
Do you have a song which gets your heart pumping, or that you use to keep you going when you are trying to do the exercising thing? Help please! Thank you!
Far Far Better
Aug 12th
This is far far better than anything I could do today. This guy has quite the talent.
Found at Wonderflonium
