I’m not ‘boring’. I’m English.
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Appreciation
Jun 19th
This week, as most of you know, has been Blog Reader Appreciation Week. Because I have been out of it for a while it didn’t really hit me until about an hour ago when I began thinking about all of you and what my life would be like i you all disappeared. That was a scary scary time. You have become so much of the way I look at and think about myself that it would a horror complete with straitjacke affair.
Your comments here and at the old blog have brought both smiles and tears, have frustrated and angered, have made my shake with love (and sometime lust), have made me feel a part of a much larger world and has helped me to see that the problems I complain about, while big to me are relatively small elsewhere – you give me perspective and all that good stuff.
I still feel like a kid using the big tools when I blog – I get a frission of excitement and fear every time I post – sometimes they end up successful – other posts (like last night’s – again, sorry about that) end up belonging in the garbage.
But enough of the self pitying crap – you get enough of that around here.
I suppose I just wanted to let you know that:
Beyond Tired
Jun 3rd
I took the day off work today. I had to. Well, how can you go to work when lifting your arms is a real struggle? To say I spent the whole day asleep would be an over exaggeration but except for a 10 minute period at around 3 and when I woke a couple of hours ago – yep, pretty much the whole day.
Now, of course, I cannot sleep which means I will be knackered tomorrow – but knackered I can cope with, tired is a state of normalcy at the moment – whatever today brought me was not ‘tired’, was not ‘knackered’… today felt like my body hated me and wanted to let me know that fact.
So, I got nothing done today and I had such big high hope type plans to get writing done and Scout palaver and all the usual nonsense.
Instead what I did was play around with Zazzle… Here is the result of that…
More things will get added as and when.
Other than that I’m just going to do that meme that’s floating around. Stolen blatantly from Karl and Avi.
Who are you?
A weird and strange creature known as an English geek girl
What’s your Philosophy?
Anything for a quiet life
First thoughts in the morning…
Why does everything hurt? Where’s my coffee?
Your current mood is…?
Slipping into horrible blues
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Blogging about the film that I wrote has hit Number 1 in the charts. Obviously.
Define….
Life-
A journey and a destination
Love-
Is a doing word.
Success -
Knowing that you have done all that you can
Happiness-
The end of the struggle
Death-
The end and the beginning.
Fear-
The warning in your soul
What are your views on
Abortion
Funnily enough I’m with Karl on this – both parties should have a say and it should not be a decision taken lightly but it should be an option available to all.
Why poverty exists?
Because there will always be the ‘haves’ and the ‘have nots’.
The U.N-
A nice idea.
Wars- (by wars I mean wars in general)-
Giant pissing contests by those who can’t see past the end of their nose.
Suicide-
Selfish, but sometimes the only way to end the pain.
Your Faves…
Author-
Douglas Coupland
Book-
"Prozac Nation" – Elizabeth Wurtzel
Music Lyric-
"There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it’s time to face the truth,
I will never be with you."
Quote about life–
"If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster." – Isaac Asimov
Curse Word-
fuck
Movie-
When Harry Met Sally or Ghostbusters
Movie quote-
"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." – WHMS
Final Random Thoughts…..
What would be the best job in the world?
Screenwriter
And the worst job would be?
Police Officer
What is your biggest accomplishment to date?
Getting poetry published
What do you wish to accomplish in the next 5 years?
Finishing my book, my script and my dry spell.
If you die tomorrow…
Who will speak at your funeral?
Me, through a podcast I’d record earlier.
What would you like your eulogy to say?
She tried her hardest but even she couldn’t run away from the big beastie.
How would you hope to leave this world?
(Damn you Karl for pinching my first answer) Quietly with no pain.
Would you tell anyone you were going to die?
Yes. Comment whore right to the end.
If you wrote a final letter to be read at your funeral what would it say…
I did write one before and it was full of ‘it’ll all be okay’, ‘the sun always rises and sets and I’ll be watching over you’ – crap like that. I’ll do it better next time.
Upon arriving at the pearly gates..what would God say to you?
Kettle’s on.
And finally..Your famous last words?
Of course I can help you move your piano.
What does the word for “Dots” look like in braille?
I have no idea but you can look it up here
What is a quick way to start a conversation?
Nice weather we’re having. (I’m English remember)
And a quick way to end one?
I voted for the BNP
Last words?
Sleep required but I’m not going to get it. Sigh.
Colouring
Jun 2nd
Oh today people. Today, I was almost all kinds of fantastic.
Oh yes I was. No seriously. Stop looking at me like that! I was!
Alright, I wasn’t. I had a moment of genius which I can’t talk about because I can’t talk about my job but just accept I am a living God and move on.
I have put my woolly coat on, got down on all fours and baa-ed loudly for all the world to hear. I have signed up at Zazzle and am in the process of designing some rather splendid t-shirts and other items. Of course in true ‘me’ fashion they are in no way ready yet, purely because I am blogging now and then finishing them later… But soon you will marvel at the mediocrity of my produce and buy some of Karl’s instead (see, whoring myself out to Dave yesterday and Karl today)
The logo on them is the tree – yes that one up there – but simplified and in various colours… like these.
I like them… and am needing to find new and improved ways of earning money to finance a way ‘up’. Of course, I expect a major chain to pick them up immediately and to see on the back of people like Paris Hilton and Kate Moss as soon as next week.
In other news I started watching The Net (the Sandra Bullock film, not the series) as a flicked onto after Chuck… and my mind, as it does, started to wander if my family disappeared and I got myself into a pickle like dear Miss Bullock, would anyone be willing to stick their neck out and say ‘yes, that’s Bec’? Not saying, would people be able to physically identify me because there are quite a few people who know this face but would anyone be willing to risk getting into the deep water with me and drown? When the mind starts to wander like this there is only one thing to do – switch off the TV and make more brightly coloured ‘Tree products.
And on that particular piece of insanity I leave you to go to dreamland… where hopefully I will be chased by one or two of my favourite fantasies.
Totally Undeserving
May 27th
Being named on a list is always a dodgy thing but not when the list is for a I Love You This Much Award it’s a thing to celebrate. I will be doing my own list tomorrow, but for right now I just want to say thank you to Karl at Secondhand Tryptophan who will always have a special place in my special place and urge you to buy buy buy his wares and wears !
The reason I am putting my list off is well…
I finally wrote something.
No, it’s not here – I just want to spend some time getting it right before I put it in front of you and considering how late it is right now and that I have an early morning doctor’s appointment means I am leaving a half-assed post tonight.
Forgive me?
Guest Posting Is Scary
May 22nd
So I guest-posted over at Kapgar’s today. Which is a pucker time all of it’s own, so go there and leave comments – make me seem popular – please!
Your favourite comment whore…
Bec
P.S. Writer’s Island post tomorrow. Swears on it, I do.
Unexpected
May 14th
Today I had nothing to blog about. Well, I had this vague idea about whinging about the Ranger’s supporters who are all over the place but it didn’t seem fair to put them down after their crushing defeat.
I had come home to put more photos of Scouts together in an interesting way after a perfectly pleasant but fairly unremarkable day at work and had… nothing.
Then about an hour ago as I was starting to consider a meme, Mum, as she was going to bed, says, "Oh a parcel arrived for you yesterday – it’s on the sideboard, did you see it?"
So like a kid on Christmas morning I rushed over and picked it up and became instantly confused. Amazon? I hadn’t ordered anything from Amazon in ages. The last thing was Jeeves & Wooster and that was… no idea when…
So I opened it carefully like I was at work and an unexpected heavy thing had been delivered to us – full of trepidation and that raw skein of excitement that runs through you when you are not sure if horror or joy is the next thing you will feel.
But it was joy! Mixed with utter confusion. Where had this magnificence come from?
The man they call Moobs who is (by the way) running his Tenuous Connections competition again.
I don’t know why and I don’t know what to say. This was such a lovely and a complete surprise.
Thank you so very much. You have no idea how wonderful this is.
First
May 1st
Yes, the site’s gone a lurid shade of green. It’s Spring don’t you know?! There’s sunshine and blossom on the trees and birds tweeting all bloody day. People are taking their jackets ff, the trendies are wearing large sun glasses that make them look like flies and there is a smell of fake tan lotion about.
On a day like today how could I not add in this video? (NSFW)
Yeah, that’s all I got. See, my minds still in last month’s zone.
Oh, BTW, I am really very very very very sorry about not visiting your blog. The hormone pills are wiping me out… just as my life gets busy. But it’s a Bank Holiday weekend so I’ll be there to love and comfort you… or something.
Letting The Fingers Do The Walking
Apr 25th
Completely inspired by Avitable’s excellent article . Go and give the man some sympathy… he’s about to lose a major hobby…
"I’m such a good lover because I practice a lot on my own."
- Woody Allen
One of the things I enjoyed most of all about living on my own was the freedom I had. The freedom that whenever I needed to relax I could close my eyes and indulge in a little me time. Turn the lights down low and call up one of my favourite fantasies – something involving hmmm…
But sometimes I don’t even need that, sometimes it really is just about the sensations; the wanting to loose myself. And that’s generally where the Rabbit comes in.
I want to find the person who invented this and kiss them all over. What utter genius. For the sweaty solo total loss of control there is nothing better. If you want it all slow and sensual the fingers a-walking is the way to go I always find.
I remember the first time I achieved the Big O all by myself. I was both surprised at the way I felt alive, and the absolute exhaustion that set in after. It was good though because you don’t have to go through the whole ‘hostess’ moment of sex (making sure everyone had a good time) and I could just roll over and go to sleep afterwards. Lovely.
Talking about fantasy men, this photo appeared on our screens at work
and it started a conversation about which two ‘stars’ would create the perfect fantasy man. George and Brad obviously come pretty close (George for the wine and roses; Brad for everything else) but no real conclusions were made. Any ideas? Or which two women make the perfect fantasy woman?
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If Ever You Needed A Reason
Apr 23rd
I could write something flippant or stupid, honest or lies, the best thing I’ve ever written, but nothing will come anywhere near this.
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