Saturday, November 18, 2006
Fate?
WTF?... I swear I had the best of intentions.
I also swear I normally lead a very humdrum life, but this last week has been utterly insane.
Apart from Monday night (which was taken up with continuing man-loving), I've been out of house every night!!!! This is seriously cutting into my do nothing go no-where assertions. The weekend isn't holding out much hope for more word count either. Tomorrow I have two 'Dikes" who insist on a rum night, and Sunday I have my 'baby sister/movie producer (yes I know, shameless name dropping) arriving in town for a fly by night meet and greet. So, fuck it! Gonna enjoy people whilst I have them. word count shmord count. We're talking real life people here to interact with instead of the critters in my head. So, syonara (sp?) nanu-nanu--for now.
X
I also swear I normally lead a very humdrum life, but this last week has been utterly insane.
Apart from Monday night (which was taken up with continuing man-loving), I've been out of house every night!!!! This is seriously cutting into my do nothing go no-where assertions. The weekend isn't holding out much hope for more word count either. Tomorrow I have two 'Dikes" who insist on a rum night, and Sunday I have my 'baby sister/movie producer (yes I know, shameless name dropping) arriving in town for a fly by night meet and greet. So, fuck it! Gonna enjoy people whilst I have them. word count shmord count. We're talking real life people here to interact with instead of the critters in my head. So, syonara (sp?) nanu-nanu--for now.
X
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Celebration part deux
Sorry for the hiatus on reporting word count.
The DHM came home after a six week absence. Will get back to you after I can walk again.
X
The DHM came home after a six week absence. Will get back to you after I can walk again.
X
Friday, November 03, 2006
Sad, Sad, Sad.
I managed a whole paragraph tonight... about 70 words, how pathetic is that?... but I did help a friend with an interview process, so it wasn't a total waste.
here's to doing better tomorrow night.
Cheers,
X
here's to doing better tomorrow night.
Cheers,
X
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
I Write the Songs (or in this case, the books.)
I've decided to participate in the November writing month, or as I call it, Nanu-Nanu.
500 words tonight. Not a great start, but hey, as it's the first thing I've written seriously for months--besides notes and outlines--I'll take it. I'll try to at least post word count achieved every night.
Good luck to everyone participating. I hope you meet your goals.
X
500 words tonight. Not a great start, but hey, as it's the first thing I've written seriously for months--besides notes and outlines--I'll take it. I'll try to at least post word count achieved every night.
Good luck to everyone participating. I hope you meet your goals.
X
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Out of Step.
I'm actually the exact opposite of the lyrics to this song. But hey, the title you know?
Ever have that feeling that you're simply existing in a world almost entirely out of sync with you? I've been feeling that a lot lately, probably due to all the small trips I've taken recently.
1. I feel like I'm the only person on the face of the planet who resents being felt up every time I want to get on a plane. (This is a problem I only have with our 'local' small airport security)... The gist is, too many staff and not enough volume of passengers, which results in the secondary random searching becoming commonplace for commuters. I'm actually starting to develop a phobia about travelling, and it has nothing to do with terrorists. The security 'fondling' is my terror these days. It shouldn't be necessary that I be molested every time I want to get on a plane.
I actually went to the website of the government department to complain about this issue, but they wanted so much personal information it was too Orwellian and i chickened out. Regardless, this rant will probably get its own blog one of these days when I feel safe enough that I won't have security stasi breaking down my door for daring to criticise. (-ise, ize? I've been living in NA too long, I can't remember the exceptions anymore).
2. Our society's obsession with health, weight, food. And why we need to fear everything in our environment and blame, threaten and disenfranchise those poor few who aren't as enlightened. A subject I've ranted on in many blogs, but it bears repeating... leave my fucking dairy section ALONE!
3. Animals. Now I like animals. When I was a kid we had a veritable menagerie of pets over the years. Hell if I lived in a different climate I'd probably have a menagerie again--BUT, the difference between me and everyone else it seems, is I don't lurrrrve animals. I don't dress them up in cute widdle outfits. I don't treat them like adored, cosseted or over-indulged children. And I don't expect my friends to sit on the fucking dog blanket covering the furniture when they come to visit. To me there is a clear line between animals and people, and the two are not treated the same. It's actually been my observation that many people who revere animals despise people. You might chortle to youself that by that yardstick I must be the frickin president of PETA, not so. To put it into some persepctive I read an article yesterday about an organisation that is rescuing pets in, Afghanistan. How admirable, you may think. Now picture a small child on the streets devastated by war--yes let's make him an orphan--hungry, frightened, and this rescue van pulls up (I have no idea how the rehabilitation of animals in this country takes place).. out leaps the rescuers to save--not little orphan Ali, but a little scruffy mutt.
I've used an extreme example but it really pisses me off when animals are put before people. You may disagree with me, in fact I'm sure you will. But I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the vast majority of people who donated funds to save the poor animals in Afghanistan wouldn't even have considered donating for people. I mean come on, how many times have you sat in front of the TV watching the news and veiwing a scene of utter horror, and then they pan to a cat or dog looking totally miserable and everyone in the room goes, "aww", hell I've done it myself.
Oh crap there were a few more things I wanted to rant about, but that last one wound me up... I have to go drink now. Heavily.
X
Ever have that feeling that you're simply existing in a world almost entirely out of sync with you? I've been feeling that a lot lately, probably due to all the small trips I've taken recently.
1. I feel like I'm the only person on the face of the planet who resents being felt up every time I want to get on a plane. (This is a problem I only have with our 'local' small airport security)... The gist is, too many staff and not enough volume of passengers, which results in the secondary random searching becoming commonplace for commuters. I'm actually starting to develop a phobia about travelling, and it has nothing to do with terrorists. The security 'fondling' is my terror these days. It shouldn't be necessary that I be molested every time I want to get on a plane.
I actually went to the website of the government department to complain about this issue, but they wanted so much personal information it was too Orwellian and i chickened out. Regardless, this rant will probably get its own blog one of these days when I feel safe enough that I won't have security stasi breaking down my door for daring to criticise. (-ise, ize? I've been living in NA too long, I can't remember the exceptions anymore).
2. Our society's obsession with health, weight, food. And why we need to fear everything in our environment and blame, threaten and disenfranchise those poor few who aren't as enlightened. A subject I've ranted on in many blogs, but it bears repeating... leave my fucking dairy section ALONE!
3. Animals. Now I like animals. When I was a kid we had a veritable menagerie of pets over the years. Hell if I lived in a different climate I'd probably have a menagerie again--BUT, the difference between me and everyone else it seems, is I don't lurrrrve animals. I don't dress them up in cute widdle outfits. I don't treat them like adored, cosseted or over-indulged children. And I don't expect my friends to sit on the fucking dog blanket covering the furniture when they come to visit. To me there is a clear line between animals and people, and the two are not treated the same. It's actually been my observation that many people who revere animals despise people. You might chortle to youself that by that yardstick I must be the frickin president of PETA, not so. To put it into some persepctive I read an article yesterday about an organisation that is rescuing pets in, Afghanistan. How admirable, you may think. Now picture a small child on the streets devastated by war--yes let's make him an orphan--hungry, frightened, and this rescue van pulls up (I have no idea how the rehabilitation of animals in this country takes place).. out leaps the rescuers to save--not little orphan Ali, but a little scruffy mutt.
I've used an extreme example but it really pisses me off when animals are put before people. You may disagree with me, in fact I'm sure you will. But I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the vast majority of people who donated funds to save the poor animals in Afghanistan wouldn't even have considered donating for people. I mean come on, how many times have you sat in front of the TV watching the news and veiwing a scene of utter horror, and then they pan to a cat or dog looking totally miserable and everyone in the room goes, "aww", hell I've done it myself.
Oh crap there were a few more things I wanted to rant about, but that last one wound me up... I have to go drink now. Heavily.
X
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Bad Company.
Don't ever doubt the influence you have on your children.
Yesterday while doing schoolwork, The Spawn, had to write an assessment of the module he'd just completed for Language Arts (formerly known as English). It was a section on poetry and expressive writing. The Spawn doesn't like writing at the best of times. I should amend, he likes writing, but more as an artform--everything must be just so. But his written answering style is more monosyllabic, less being, well, less. Why use ten words when one will do?
Sadly, that much hasn't changed over the years. Teachers still want hundred word answers when five would suffice. So what did this chip off the old block answer when asked what he felt about the poetry module? (I won't even go into how painful it was to explain the need to express feelings in writing--he's a boy after all). His answer? "It's the best thing I've ever written."
Egotistical and sarcastic. Brings a proud tear to the eye doesn't it?
X
Yesterday while doing schoolwork, The Spawn, had to write an assessment of the module he'd just completed for Language Arts (formerly known as English). It was a section on poetry and expressive writing. The Spawn doesn't like writing at the best of times. I should amend, he likes writing, but more as an artform--everything must be just so. But his written answering style is more monosyllabic, less being, well, less. Why use ten words when one will do?
Sadly, that much hasn't changed over the years. Teachers still want hundred word answers when five would suffice. So what did this chip off the old block answer when asked what he felt about the poetry module? (I won't even go into how painful it was to explain the need to express feelings in writing--he's a boy after all). His answer? "It's the best thing I've ever written."
Egotistical and sarcastic. Brings a proud tear to the eye doesn't it?
X
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Born to be Mild.
I'm back, yet again.
I was out of town for a week. The Spawn, DHM and I went to Edmonton for a command appearance at a family gathering. A reunion of siblings and cousins you might say. It was a nice time, but I'm not the best traveller and we were staying well out of the city, so snow and rain made for some very tense driving situations (at least for me). I spent a lot of my time commuting and being afraid. Yes, I know, I'm a total wuss.
Anyway, I'm home and safe and cosy in my lovely house, and already I can feel the tension falling away from my shoulders.
Will try and think of something to write about tomorrow. I'm sure some asshat will piss me off about one thing or another, the world, sadly, being populated as it is by far too many stupid people.
X
I was out of town for a week. The Spawn, DHM and I went to Edmonton for a command appearance at a family gathering. A reunion of siblings and cousins you might say. It was a nice time, but I'm not the best traveller and we were staying well out of the city, so snow and rain made for some very tense driving situations (at least for me). I spent a lot of my time commuting and being afraid. Yes, I know, I'm a total wuss.
Anyway, I'm home and safe and cosy in my lovely house, and already I can feel the tension falling away from my shoulders.
Will try and think of something to write about tomorrow. I'm sure some asshat will piss me off about one thing or another, the world, sadly, being populated as it is by far too many stupid people.
X
