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A conversation with myselves.
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Aug. 19th, 2008 @ 08:34 pm
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Me: I hate my job.
Myself: Who doesn't?
Me: No, but I really hate my job. Even though it's not actually that bad.
Myself: Yeah? Join the club. The club of EVERYONE.
Me: What about those people who enjoy their jobs? Or don't really mind them? Or have never thought that much about it, or wouldn't know what to do with themselves if they weren't working?
Myself: Apart from them.
Me: But, see, I really hate my job. I hate the corridors. I hate my desk. I hate walking past reception every morning. I hate the toilets. I hate the lights and the air conditioning. I hate putting all my energy into making things that will go in the bin the very next day. I hate the way work sucks in huge, great big chunks of my life and chews them up and spits them out again, limp and mangled. I hate trying to think of what to have for lunch every day. I hate the clothes I wear when I'm at work. I hate the person I am when I'm at work. I hate the list of things in my jacket pocket, which I haven't taken out to look at because of the sheer futility of ever trying to get any of them done. I hate that I panic at an hour of free time because I don't know where to start and so I waste it and then it's over. I really hate it.
Myself: Oh boo hoo.
Me: But I can't just go on doing it, day after day!
Myself: Don't be ridiculous. Obviously you can.
Me: Fair enough.
I: May I just butt in here and point out that you're probably just a bit tired? Remember how you babbled at the woman in Sainsbury's and then wanted to kill everyone on the pavement, and how steep the stairs seemed all of a sudden? Have you noticed how you're now having a conversation with yourself on the internet?
Me: You've got a point.
I: I'd suggest an early night.
Me: Ok, but can I watch Maestro first?
I: All right then.
Me: Thanks.
Myself: But don't forget to feel guilty about all the things you could be doing instead!
Me: I won't! Thanks, Myself and I.
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so...
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Aug. 16th, 2008 @ 11:59 am
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Dear landlord,
In your world, does "I'll catch up with you some time after ten," actually mean "I'll keep you waiting around all day, never actually being able to get into doing anything because you're waiting for me to turn up, and watching the dust you removed yesterday slowly settle back down on all the surfaces."?
Because that would explain a lot.
Regards,
Me
*watches Olympics*
*still does not understand cycling*
Ok, here is my review of the X-Files film.
( my review of the X-Files film )
Michael Phelps is really odd-looking. |
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Fic: Scenes from the End of the World (RB/NF) RPS
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Aug. 13th, 2008 @ 11:29 pm
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Title: Scenes from the End of the World, or The Last Kid on Earth (But One)
Pairing: Russell Brand/Noel Fielding
Summary: It's the end of the world; why not go on holiday?
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Sex, violence, the end of the world and rude words.
Disclaimer: Harmless fiction. No claims made, no offence intended.
Notes: About time I got rid of this. I hear it's quite good if you actually post the stories when you've finished them.
( I can has apocalypse nao? ) |
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Is there an equivalent of AA for this?
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Aug. 11th, 2008 @ 08:28 pm
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My name is sheldrake and I have an addiction. And it is this: deliberately reading things on the internet that I know are going to make me angry.
I really must try to cut down.
*will probably not be providing examples* |
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Aug. 10th, 2008 @ 10:47 pm
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Hello, I'm back from rainy Cheltenham with a headache. If you're ever in that neck of the woods, and you're keen on wine and/or sausages, I recommend this place. I had 'The Winchcombe', a delicious combination of pig, cider, and mustard. My friend C had their vegetarian sausage, and she said that it was (to paraphrase), like, totally awesome too.
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lazlet, the disc has arrived, yaaay! :) Thank you!
I feel as though I ought to go to bed, but I think I'll sit here a bit longer, hoovering up all the lovely links you fine people have been littering this place with since Friday, and wondering whether I'm coming down with something.
Tomorrow -- day off work, which is good, seeing as how work continues to suck like a brand-new Dyson (mmm, more shoehorned-in hoover references. How do you shoehorn a hoover?). Going to catch up on my ironing and see 't Dark Knight with a couple of bitches I sometimes hang around with. |
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That concert meme
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Aug. 7th, 2008 @ 08:08 pm
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Aug. 7th, 2008 @ 09:17 am
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Why I Re-Read, a post by Jo Walton. I love this, because it perfectly describes why I re-read, too.
lobelia321 and I had a conversation where I said vampires should be tormented because fictional characters should be tormented, not particularly because they were vampires, and then she wrote me a ficlet about a very, very happy vampire called Flopsy, and then I defaced Beatrix Potter. Defacing Beatrix Potter turned out to be a fabulous de-stressing activity.
I get to have a night in tonight, which will be nice. I wonder if I'll actually get round to ringing the landlord, like I keep saying I will? Or just sit all night like blythely's drooling cabbage, occasionally stuffing a chocolate cornflake cluster into my mouth.
And then tomorrow I'm going to Cheltenham for the weekend (not for the races).
And shortly, I will be going to work. :( |
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Aug. 4th, 2008 @ 10:38 pm
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week in the life of me, vol. 7
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Aug. 3rd, 2008 @ 07:47 pm
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the rules
Today's pictures are captioned by Blur. Also, no times today because I messed them up.
( day 7 ) |
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week in the life of me, vol. 6
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Aug. 2nd, 2008 @ 07:33 pm
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the rules
I missed most of today's photo opportunities because I left my camera at home. So instead of seeing, for instance, the fascinating inside of Caffe Nero, or the SO ALMOST BLOODY PERFECT dress I had to leave in Debenhams, you just get a bunch of out-of-focus pictures of my books.
( day 6 ) |
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Ah, there's nothing like a good night's sleep. And that, haha, was nothing like a good night's sleep.
Also, we just had what appeared to be a town-wide power cut from 5am to 7.15am. Luckily I was awake and therefore untroubled by the lack of working alarm clock.
How I look forward, now, to a full day of soul-sucking work. (Yes, I suck souls for money, what of it?)
Aug. 1st, 2008 @ 07:57 am
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the rules
Sorry, you get short-changed today because my camera battery ran out and the replacement battery doesn't charge properly. Also, have resolved to start wearing weights down my right hand side, seeing as how I obviously couldn't hold a camera straight if my life depended on it.
( day 4 )
Jul. 31st, 2008 @ 08:47 pm
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A week in the life of Sheldrake the Dull-- teh rules (I reserve the right to maybe not bother to actually follow any of these rules properly):
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.
5.You must post these rules at your first entry, then link back to it forthe other six days so that people will know wtf you're doing.
6. Your post must say "A Week in the Life of [your name/username], Volume [whatever day you're on]."
Here is my first day's photos. They will most likely continue to be a) not great, seeing as I'm not a great photographer, and also people keep looking at me, like I'm doing something weird or something, wtf. b) missing out huge chunks of my day, those chunks being me at work, having a not-great time not taking photos.
( A week in the life of me, volume 1 )
Jul. 28th, 2008 @ 11:02 pm
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OMG so hot! (The weather).
I so limp and weak and noodle-like! Best I don't try to do too much, for the sake of my health. I'd better just sit here on the sofa, sipping cold drinks and rewatching seasons 3 & 4 of Due South. IT'S FOR MY OWN GOOD!
lazlet is once again to blame for this, btw (dS, not the weather). Verily, she is a menace to society.
Jul. 26th, 2008 @ 08:08 pm
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Have you ever wished to make a formal complaint about something but not known where in blue blazes to send it? Ever thought, "Hmm, whinging about packaging and traffic in my LJ is all find and dandy, but why isn't there somewhere more... formal?" Well, lazlet and I have, and we decided we'd absolutely had it, we'd had it up the back teeth, with not having anywhere to send our formal complaints. So we made ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) formalcomplaint. Join, my friends, and let the complaining in a formal and yet reasonably entertaining manner begin!
formalcomplaint
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If that doesn't float your boat, how about this extremely lolworthy bad cake website:
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/
Jul. 24th, 2008 @ 09:38 am
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Yes, hello, I am back from the wilds of Sussex. It was lots of fun but now I am tired and very burnt. The campsite was quite strange, in a good way -- it had a sort of strange festival atmosphere without the bands. I think it might be the fact that campfires are encouraged -- the farmer drives around selling logs -- that brings out the party spirit in people. We saw lasers and fire-jugglers and hippies a-drumming and scouts and guitarists and those paper lanterns that float up into the sky and trailers all lit up like Christmas and, er, a caravan with a giant crucifix outside. That was odd. The site only had four rules: No fireworks; No music after 11pm; No dogs off leads; and No quad bikes or other recreational motorised vehicles. The only one we didn't see broken was the quad bikes, but there were motorbikes and the riders seemed to be having fun, so I'd say that counts.
Outside the campsite we did Bodiam Castle (endless steps, oh my legs, carp mouthing at us in the moat, National Trust doing the hard sell), Camber Sands (lots of brightly-coloured plastic, sand everywhere, bought a hat, too late, weird on-off weather), and some of us stopped off at Dungeness to see Derek Jarman's garden (see icon) and walk along the shingle looking for stones with holes in. The garden is really quite busy, considering it's absolutely in the middle of nowhere. I'd been there before, and once again I noticed the way everyone walked all around the cottage looking in the windows, then went up to the front door and read the tiny notice saying 'This is a private residence, please don't stare in at the windows'. There's also a bit warning you not to make pop videos or commercial films without permission ('This means YOU!) I think Dungeness is one of the weirdest places in Britain. Miles of bleak shingle stretch out, devoid of boundaries and dotted with small shacks, fishing boats, odd abandoned bits of iron and wood with sweet peas growing wild around them. Every so often a tiny steam train chugs by on the Romney, Hythe and Dymchurch Light Railway, and out of it all rise the two lighthouses and the nuclear power station. Surreal.
Now it is Monday and (wonder of wonders) I am not at work. I will not be at work on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday or Friday either. galactic_jack just came round for a cup of tea and a chat and it was very lovely and civilised, none of this ridiculous 'being at work' business. Things should always be like this.
Right. Now for lunch. Apologies if all that made little sense -- I may have sat in the sun too long.
Jul. 21st, 2008 @ 12:52 pm
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Half the flist is coming my way to frolic about at Latitude, so in a fit of contrariness, I'm going camping in Sussex.
Look, I'm fully aware that no one will notice me being away for the weekend, but I'll notice! What if I'm urgently needed to respond to a meme, for instance? What (horror of horrors!) if someone should take it into their heads to do one of those "comment here within 24rs to remain friended" things? And I'm not here??? Hmm... Come to think of it, I tend to ignore those anyway, just as a matter of principle. Except for the times I don't.
Well, anyway. I'm going to Sussex, bye! I shall leave you with the news that 'experts' have linked UFO sightings over Ipswich with alien interest in global warming. You gotta love those experts, don't you?
Jul. 18th, 2008 @ 05:33 pm
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