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Husband stuff. [05 Oct 2008|08:49pm] cailet25 [ mood | tired ] Yesterday, as Dwayne and I were leaving our house to head to a family get-together, he scraped his knuckles on something so badly he was bleeding. The only Band-Aids I had in my purse were pink Hello Kitty ones that I'd put in there for the back of my heels when I went to a writer's conference in the spring. Dwayne wanted skull & cross bones, but I didn't have any of those handy, so he went with the Hello Kitty instead. The bandage was very noticeable, but he left it on all day--even when some of my cousins started giving him shit. "Nice Band-Aid, Dwayne!" And that's why I love him. My favorite kind of husbands are the ones who wear will pink bandages in public AND JUST DON'T CARE. 2 comments|post comment

Rambling. [05 Oct 2008|10:17pm] drummergirl [ mood | chipper ] So the spare room now has a bed! And a box full of bedding. My next mission is a thin shelving unit, to squeeze between the end of the bed and the wall, so I can get some ponies out and on display. :) The bunners have been out and about today in the garden, which is good. I'm getting a little concerned that as winter encroaches and the weather gets worse, they'll be spending less and less time outside. (Last December-March they got pretty fat - well Barls did, at least; Flora was still growing.) The outdoor play gives them a chance to do rabbity things like sniff and nibble new things and scrabble on the soil and race each other. Inside, they mostly spend their time either a) begging for food, b) lounging about behind the settee or c) grooming each other. (I don't have a problem with C but the other two lead to bored, fat rabbits!) So I need new ideas for how to keep them occupied. Probably involving cardboard boxes, or buying them some more tunnels, I suppose. Finally, today we ate the crumble I made yesterday. It is DELICIOUS. 3 comments|post comment

Surprise [05 Oct 2008|04:26pm] bally [ mood | creative ] [ music | Seal - Kiss From A Rose ] Earlier in the week I was called to Manchester by some of the lovely people I met at Kate's wedding earlier in the year. We were to go out for a drink in the city on the Friday night, and then see what happened from there. I got fairly dressed up before I left the house - I should have remembered what it was like. There was no need, so I loosened my tie and tried to relax. It worked, too! A coffee morning had been arranged for the Saturday morning; I was invited, and was happy to be so. I'd spent the night at Kate and Ant's (thank you so much, guys - I felt very welcome) and as we drove into the city in the morning, I revealed a little of my geekier side. We were talking about music, and had got round to Ant's tastes: Kate: Don't you like some more older stuff, like Davros, and Kenny G? *confused pause* Simon & Ant: Davros? Simon: Enemy of The Doctor?! Ant: What planet are you from? Simon: Skaro, I should think. I blame pregnancy hormones (sorry, Kate!). The coffee itself was a good time. I'd been warned that it was going to be mostly girly - I said I'd bring my fake breasts, but I must have left them at home. There was one joke about the male tape measure - you know what I mean, nudge nudge, wink wink - but that was it. A good time had by all, with much laughter. I like laughing. After that, we went our separate ways. I decided to call in on Stitch. We had lunch at a restaurant called Polar in his now-native Chorlton. The food was lovely, though a little too much. We were able to watch the football scores come through and it did hamper our cheer when our team lost 2-0. Stitch invited me over to watch the Saturday night football game at his flat, so off we went. His flat is a lovely little place, tucked away off the main street of the town. We watched and enjoyed the game, which was played in a dreadful downpour. I loved chewing the fat with him. Truly, a good weekend. Well, a good Saturday. I've just spent a couple of hours marking and making worksheets. Some chap is coming in to observe me teach on Tuesday. Bah. 4 comments|post comment

Where Did It All Go Wrong? [02 Oct 2008|08:05pm] bally [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Revtone - Love Movement (Ulrich Schnauss Remix) ] Top 4 Things I Would Do If It All Went Wrong (And Two Of Them Are Very Similar) 1) Open up a pick and mix sweets store called 'iCandy'. 2) Sit in a subway with a sign that reads "Will solve quadratic equations for food". 3) Have one of those bicycle cab things that are doing the rounds in London these days. 4) Sit in a subway with a sign that reads "Will cancel fractions for food". 4 comments|post comment

That sign. [02 Oct 2008|10:11am] cailet25 [ mood | stressed ] Here (and maybe everywhere?), liquor stores don't have names. The signs just say, "LIQUOR & WINE." I have spent the past 15+ years trying to come up with a good joke where "liquor & wine" is the punchline. Lick her and whine! Ha! You see what I did there? Ha ha! Sadly, I have been unsuccessful at the actual coming up with the joke part of it. 7 comments|post comment

Organising (reposted from The Lucas Letters) [02 Oct 2008|09:00am] loki_nb "Dear All and Sundry, Tanja's birthday has come and gone, with a wonderful dinner at Restaurant Atelier (with a slightly short-tempered chef, but lovely friendly staff and amazing food) and some presents of books, comics, a purple Tiki Mug to call her own, a Japanese teapot, and some other things. She also got the day off on her birthday which, really, should be in the Constitution. I've been busy making shirts for the huge order that I talked about last post, and I've printed 8 of the 20, and haven't ironed any of them. I figure I'm going to finish them all first, and then show up at work like Santa Claus, passing out gifts. Well, gifts people have paid for, but still. It's come to my attention that I've gotten a reputation at work for being an organizer. Who would have thought it? When we need someone to take up a collection and get a cake and get everyone to sign a card for Ted's birthday? I'm there. When awards for the quarterly work party need creating, hello, there's me. It's strange. I was never the organizer in Canada. I blame the southern hemisphere mucking with my personality. Speaking of the work awards night, it's tomorrow, and it's cowboy themed. Happily, I already have three cowboys hats (I'm loaning some out to people), and some toy guns on my desk at work, but I just need to find a vest. Off to the second-hand shop! -Lucas PS: Garden continues to explode with life. I think someone put plutonium in the soil when I wasn't looking." 1 comment|post comment

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS [01 Oct 2008|09:07pm] drummergirl [ mood | excited ] I'm off to LA in THREE WEEKS! About bloody time I had a holiday this year, too. ;) 8 comments|post comment

Hurt [30 Sep 2008|09:46pm] bally [ mood | sore ] [ music | Travis - Something Anything ] Ow ow ow. Three hours ago I was engaged in what they called the "Body Pump" class at the gym. I suspect that if they'd called it by its actual name, "Body Ache", they wouldn't have got so many people involved. My stomach hurts, as do my thighs. Hopefully I'll get enough sleep to recover. Sheesh. Now to watch me some Chuck. Have good times, y'all. 3 comments|post comment

Something Anything [29 Sep 2008|05:54pm] bally [ mood | giddy ] [ music | Cure - Inbetween Days ] The front cover of the current edition of Skymag - the marvellous tat that SKY subscribers get sent every so often so that the company can hock their wares to people who already have them - indicates that inside there is an article entitled "20 celebrity anti-ageing secrets". It is probably most uncharitable of me to have thought, upon seeing it, "I hope one of them is 'Hang around with old people'". Also, where is the 'whimsical' mood? That's the perfect word for me right now. 2 comments|post comment

Warning: boring house-related rambling. [28 Sep 2008|10:52pm] drummergirl [ mood | sleepy ] Our (ex)housemate came up this weekend to pack the rest of her stuff. Sniff. The removals people are coming to collect it tomorrow. It's pretty sad - it feels like the end of an era. The implications of this, however, are that we now have a spare room. And, in a frighteningly grown-up fashion, we've been talking about what we're going to do with it. Currently, we have the biggest room, and the smallest room is an office. Now that we have an extra room to play with, it looks like we're going to shunt the office into (what was) housemate's bedroom, and this room will become the spare one. Which means that we need a bed. I have been totally in love with the idea of a day bed for some time. This looked really good in the shop, and I have had a crush on this one for ages. However, this room being very small, we really need to go up if we want anything else to fit in here, so it looks as though we'll be purchasing something like this or this. I was really pushing for a double bed, because it'll be more practical for numbers, but there really isn't space in here for a double. And I think we'll need the space below the bed, so a bunk wouldn't work either. In conclusion, we're going for loft bed, I reckon. We also need a new coffee table for downstairs, and a proper unit for the TV/games consoles/DVD player. The main catch there is that it needs to be bunny proof - at the moment everything is perched on some high-up end tables, with the most minimal amount of trailing wire. It looks totally stupid, but it means the bunnies can't chew through the TV cables/Gamecube controllers/etc. I think we need something long, so it can be angled and will prevent them from hopping behind the unit and gaining access to the wires. However, I can't be bothered going to Ikea tomorrow morning before work (I'm doing a last-minute-cover shift, 1-7pm), so we'll see what Tuesday brings... Finally, I have found this blog, which I think is BRILLIANT. Does this mean I am now, in fact, middle-aged? 8 comments|post comment

Happy To Hang Around [28 Sep 2008|10:09pm] bally [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | Fatboy Slim - Always Read The Label ] D'you know that feeling that you get? The one where you've done everything that you wanted to do for the day with, like, hours to spare? Isn't it great? Film Reviews: Tropic Thunder: No. 3 comments|post comment

Mark Millar sums it up. [28 Sep 2008|03:22pm] loki_nb [ mood | happy ] I was watching an interview on iFanboy with Scottish comics writer Mark Millar (who's written all sorts of things, like Ultimates and Civil War and stuff, and has, I can say with a staunch record of heterosexuality, the cutest accent ever). His latest project is called War Heroes and it's set in Iraq and it involves super-powered parties on both sides of the conflict. He's been getting a lot of flak for writing about and commenting on American politics while not being an American (which is dumb, because as Tanja points out, if that were the case, only Germans could write about Nazi Germany). Millar's response was basically that an outsider can often get a better view due to the lack of personal involvement. He summed it up with a line that I'm stealing for use whenever I can: "You don't have to be a horse to be a vet." Classic. 1 comment|post comment

If The Lights Go Out [27 Sep 2008|09:45pm] bally [ mood | cheerful ] [ music | Fatboy Slim - The World Went Down ] Sometimes I wonder about myself. When I bought my house I got a free sunlamp thing. Basically it was a person-sized set of six strip lights set into a wooden frame. The whole thing was on a hinge so it could be tilted over. Anyway, about two months ago I decided to get rid of it to create space in Dave's room. Dave took it to pieces and we put them in the front room, ready to get the council to take them away. Four days later, I got a letter from that same council. They said they couldn't take strip lights away, so I would have to deal with that myself. Guys, seriously. If I could have taken the whole lot to the dump, don't you think I would have done that already? Apparently not. This morning I took matters into my own hands. I sellotaped the six strip lights together - they are as tall as a person, mark you - put them in my backpack and cycled to the dump. Slowly. They shifted around and tilted at inopportune moments. I caught a few trees and, once, a traffic light. I made it, though, and now I'm finally rid of them. Yes! After doing some shopping I went off to the Britannia Stadium to watch Stoke play Chelsea. A colleague, who was otherwise indisposed, very kindly lent me his season ticket. I took his spot, very close to the away fans (which got scary at the end of the game, when a few people around me were singing "We'll be seeing you outside" to the Chelsea supporters), and next to a gentleman who was somewhat rotund. DIGRESSION ALERT: I love the word 'rotund'. It's just 'round' with a prosthetic 't'. He ate two pies in the first twenty minutes! He was a lovely guy, though - reminded me of my Grandad. You may have noticed that I'm avoiding talking about the game; that's because Stoke lost, and sadly didn't offer much real threat to the Chelsea goalkeeper. I noticed that their strikers got overexcited when they came close to the goal, and shot wildly wide and/or over. It put me in mind of the wonderful old West Ham chant: When you're sat in Row Z And the ball hits your head That's Zamora That might not work so well if you're American. Sorry 'bout that. Hope you've had good days too, guys! 7 comments|post comment

Don't You (Forget About Me) [26 Sep 2008|11:30pm] bally [ mood | drunk ] [ music | none ] This week I've been thinking. Occasionally, that thinking has been about how I remember people. I remember a lot of people by keeping their names on worksheets and things like that. I also have some objects that remind me of important people in my life. So, how do you remember people? I'm talking about people you are no longer really in contact with (sorry, grammar fans - I am also extremely inebriated). Thanks for any and all suggestions that you can provide. 1 comment|post comment

Semi-Charmed Life [25 Sep 2008|07:35pm] bally [ mood | dorky ] [ music | Moby - James Bond Theme ] So I was sitting with my form class, trying to conduct a tutorial, when my glasses bust. The left lens popped out and fell away. Fortunately the screw stayed in, so all I needed was a very small screwdriver. I have a set of same at home, but that seemed too far away, particularly when I had a lesson in twenty minutes. It became a quest to either fix my short-sightedness in twenty minutes, or find the right screwdriver. I opted for the latter. Bravely making my way through the packed social area, I headed for design and technology. They, my one hope, did not have the requisite screwdrivers. I was, however, directed towards the IT Services department. I had to interrupt one of the chaps - during their lunch break, too - to get at the correct screwdriver. I fixed my glasses up and got to my lesson with a minute to spare. I tells ya, I'm going to carry my small screwdrivers with me at all times from now on. 2 comments|post comment

I am such An Fucking Hero. [25 Sep 2008|07:30pm] drummergirl [ mood | sick ] I went into work today. I don't know why, because I have been so ridiculously ill all day I would probably have been more use at home. In bed. Asleep. Probably because I appear to have some kind of martyr complex, however, I went in. (Okay, reasoning was: a) I'm not going to die, I just feel rubbish; I have felt worse before. b) I was due at The Other Branch as cover. They ask me to work there when there's an existing staff shortage - I went in because they needed a body there.) It turned out to be kind of lucky I did go in, because their permenant Library Assistant called in sick this morning. So, from 8:45 until 7pm it was just the Senior (who was also ill) and me. All in all it's been a horrible, long, draining day and I am so. glad. to be home. I am even going to have an early night after we've seen House. (I must be sick!) So tired. My pile of ironing is growing by the day and the last thing I feel like doing is ANY ironing. Help? 4 comments|post comment

Cursed [24 Sep 2008|08:26pm] bally [ mood | content ] [ music | Chemical Brothers - Galvanize ] So. I needed to go shopping today and, rather than do so after work - which would have delayed the joyful moment where I got home - I decided to go before work instead. Truly, Machiavelli himself could not have devised such a cunning and brilliant stratagem. Cackling to myself - and earning some special looks from fellow early-bird shoppers as I did so - I wandered the aisles of Ye Olde Sains Of The Bury, wondering what to have for dinner. I debated briefly whether to have healthy fishcakes or fattening sausages - the sausages won out, because they were cheaper. That detail is important, dear beautiful reader, for therein lies my downfall. Every time I opened my bag during the day, I got a whiff of sausages. And they smelled gorgeous, making me hungry for sausage (watch it) each time. Gaah. They've been cooked and eaten, so I'm mostly sated. The trouble now is that the kitchen smells of sausages. I cannot win, but have found a good way to draw, I feel. 4 comments|post comment

Oh very dear. [24 Sep 2008|04:12pm] drummergirl [ mood | sick ] So I am still horribly ill and slept for 12 hours today. I am trying to avoid dairy (mucous = not nice) so I have had no tea today. Well except for that Twinings ginger and lemon thing, but that doesn't count as tea. There wasn't even any caffeine in it. *sob* In a bid to distract myself I've been watching season 3 of Doctor Who. I re-watched Gridlock because I thought it would make slightly more sense this time. It did. But I don't understand why Martha felt so moved by the Daily Contemplation? My brain is sluggish and I can't be bothered to think, to move, to anything. I'm about to watch Daleks in Manhatten/ Evolution of the Daleks and I fear that the Noo Yoik accents are going to bother me. Oh well. Finally, I went downstairs this afternoon to open the blinds, and I discovered that Flora somebunny had been a-nibbling. From my bookshelf. Look what she's done! And I haven't even read it yet! Little bugger. They are both outside now and will stay there until it gets dark. I don't care what they destroy outside! Right. Off to (Noo) Noo Yoik we go... Callie, if I make hot chocolate, wanna come and join me? ;) 11 comments|post comment

Heroes [24 Sep 2008|09:27am] cailet25 [ mood | groggy ] HEROES must be back. My dream last night was leaning heavily toward the sci-fi genre. I guess I missed the show more than I'd thought. I kept getting confused, though. It's been SO LONG since I've seen s2, I couldn't remember quite what everyone had been up to. Lots of "huh?" moments. 3 comments|post comment

"ATL for Mean Machines... but I'd rather be gardening." [24 Sep 2008|07:19pm] loki_nb [ mood | amused ] [ music | Chemtrails - Beck ] (a message I sent to the floor when I began my ATLing today) I'm serious. Now that it's starting to warm up, most of my garden is doing well. The jasmine has woken from its dormant state, and the succulents are doing well, but my herbs seem to have carked it over the winter. Well, except for my rosemary, which is growing like a weed. I need to re-pot my bottle-brush and peace lily, but I need to find the time to get new pots from Marrickville and a new bag of potting soil. Of course, the size of these packages discriminates against those of us that don't have cars. It's not fail. And while we're talking, I'm between notches on my belt. If I wear the looser notch, my pants nearly fall off. If I go tighter, it's uncomfortable to sit down. But I digress. If you have any questions, I'm sitting at Damo's desk.   Lucas Brown |Team Senior - 42 Salmat - using the force in one to one communication 2 comments|post comment

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