I'm not referencing any exciting plans I have for this evening there, as I don't have any, but what the more traditonal sort would call "resolutions" and I will call "shit I want to finally get around to doing next year", just to be different. Here they are.
Move - I must get a place of my own, properly, finally.
Get a job - That means proper, regulary paid employment, that takes me out of home (or William's place as it will be once I get my own proper home), so I no longer need to be in any way dependant on the aforementioned gentleman, who is my former boyfriend and I broke up with him a year ago so it's time to break these ridiculous ties we have to each other already! Did that make sense?
Get more into theatre - Because I enjoy it, and it keeps me off the streets. I did something last year, but once that was over I kind of fartassed around and didn't bother to try to do anything else. I'd also like to do something actually good for once, which means I have to actively go out of my way to talk to the people who are in these things and go along and basically bully my way into them. I think that's how it's done.
Finally do something about getting into films/add/anything else that's actually paid - I've also half-assedly tried this before but nothing came out of it, I think that with the previous one, I need to get out more and be more pushy. Maybe it wil work.
Get in shape - Yes, I know I'm perfect and gorgeous and all, but I can still be more so.
Do some travelling - Either in the Czech Republic or out of it. I haven't been anywhere in years, I must broaden my horizons.
Make Mutant Cat the blog, Flickr site and anything else I may begin under that pseudonym in the new year the best, most read and coolest sites on the interents! This one is up to you folks! At least part of it.
Get married *
That's about all. I know I should be trying to feed the needy and overturn corrupt political systems but I'm too much of a fuckup to even figure out how to do it.
Well, it looks like we've been blessed already. Jack Chick has a brand new tract! After a disappointing failure to rant on about the supposed war on Christmas, he's back, with something about the war in Iraq. I haven't looked at it properly but so far it looks typically idiotic.
* it's a joke ok.
12.31.2005
Preparing myself
The illustrious view from the window, post Xmas version.
Sylvester!
That's new year that is. Or New Year's Eve specifically, here in the Czech Republic. Some say hogmanay, some say something that's utterly unintelligible by the time midnight comes around, but here it's Silvestr. I don't know why.
I won't be doing anything too exciting, I don't plan to go out. I'll just do the getting drunk at home thing, and I think it will be perfectly pleasant. No actually my home as I don't technically have one, but the home of the guy I'll be spending it with. Partly because I don't have much money, and partly because it's cold and more importantly very icy out there. Ice on the ground and lots of alcohol mean that inevitably at some time the ass is going to meet the ground in a rather unpleasant way, which I'd rather avoid.
I don't know whether it means that I'm getting old because I'm happy to have a quiet-ish night in on New Year's eve. Maybe itt's just that I can actually go out to get all fucked up any night of the year, and really it works better in the summer. Someone really fucked up when they put the new year in the winter.
Of course in Sydney it works. Christmas is kind of silly, with Santas in furry suits all over the city when it's somewhere around 30 degrees, but New Year's is perfect. You get all the fun of hanging around outside, seeing fireworks without freezing your ass off. Or bruising the same ass due to slippery ground.
Speaking of they are already in the new year, so happy new year to all who are already living in next year. I think it's only New Zealand and 2 Australian time zones so far, and anyone else who's in those zones, sorry if my geography of little islands and South East Asia isn't brilliant.
And just because I have nothing else to write about in these dying hours of 2005, how about this,
FREMONT, Calif. - A pack of angry Chihuahuas attacked a police officer who was escorting a teenager home after a traffic stop, authorities said.Watch out for more vicious dog attacks in 2006.The officer suffered minor injuries, including bites to his ankle, Detective Bill Veteran said.
Have fun!
12.22.2005
As if there wasn't already reason enough...
In case you were still insisting on supporting that holiday that people make such a big deal of this time of year, take a look at this,
Still wanna go through with it?
Is it just me or is there something not quite right about the Pope wearing a Santa hat to greet the faithful?
12.21.2005
War on everything.
I found this at Superlicious, a blog I came across in the latest Carnival of the Godless. A little write-your-own-over-the-top-flaming-against-whoever-you-don't-like-today-article sort of thing. Just fill in the blanks.
And here's my rather ordinary effort. If anyone can do better, please do.FOX NEWS SPECIAL REPORT:
Recently, the ACLU has begun a full assault on _______ (noun). This assualt is being led by a group of _______ (plural noun), _______ (plural noun), and Jews. This is just the latest of many attacks against Christianity in America. Christians are being persecuted just like the _______ (group of people) in _________ (country). Read all about it in my new book, The War on ________ (noun).
FOX NEWS SPECIAL REPORT:Recently, the ACLU has begun a full assault on pies. This assualt is being led by a group of journalists, shop assistants, and Jews. This is just the latest of many attacks against Christianity in America. Christians are being persecuted just like the banjo players in Mongolia. Read all about it in my new book, The War on People with an Irregular Number of Toes and/or Fingers.
Something to write about
Here's an excerpt from an email I wrote to Don Swift earlier on, I thought I'd rehash it here for no reason in particular,
I went to the theatre last night, a small affair with some people I know from the improv thing I did earlier in the year. It was ok, 2 one act plays, the first one was pretty crappy, not so much the acting, though that wasn't great, but the play itself, it was pretty dull, and poorly written, oh and the lighting and sound kept screwing up. I didn't notice so much the technical things, but I was with Tom who seems to be an expert on everything. The second play was The Bear, and it was pretty good, though the girl playing the lady role was a little bit, I don't know, her acting was kind of cheesy and over the top, like she was playing for laughs rather than to make it seem real, the best way I can explain it, I also thought she lacked a bit of snobbiness that I thought was necessary for the role, I argued over this with Tom for about an hour afterwards, he didn't agree with me on that point. We went to a pub afterwards, drank some beers and talked about stuff, like the play we'd just seen, and as I mentioned arguing over our interpretations on how it should have been, gambling, work, credit cards, and a bit about William's latest exploits. William came in the other night about midnight, or maybe after, very very drunk. He did the usual insist on playing music, which thankfully he didn't, but he insisted on playing a movie that he'd rented the night before and still had, it was about 2 hours so I waited through this, trying to read a book while he kept blabbing to me about things in the movie that didn't interest me, incidents from the evening which didn't interest me, sentimental memories brought on by watching the film that didn't interest me and particularly annoyed me and the usual telling me how he loves me and other shit like that which really, really doesn't interest me. After the film he decided he wanted to have another cigarette and watch a couple of bonus features. Of course all through the film and all of this I was protesting, trying to calmly suggest he fuck off and go to bed, but it didn't work. At about 3.30 or sometime around then he finally went to bed. I suppose I slept a little. At something like 8am I was woken up by something, he was up and got in the shower for one of his typical after drinking shower sessions. He sang, he moaned he made weird animal noises and other such stuff, basically didn't shut up for one fucking second of the time he was in there, which I would guess was about 40 minutes. After that he came and sat in the living room, had a cigarette and then finally fucked off and let me sleep again. Later in the morning, what most people would consider afternoon he got up again. Started frantically searching around saying he'd lost his wallet. Not to go into it too much it turned out he had indeed lost it, and his phone as well. So he had to call his American bank on my telephone to cancel his bankcard, used up all my credits of course and well, not much else to say really. I went out last night to the theatre with Tom and it was pleasant. How have you been? M.In case anyone is actually reading, and you don't know, which you won't because no one has a link to this blog so you've found me by accident, my life is kind of strange. I live with William, who I co-run a business with, and he is also my ex boyfriend, I should actually say I'm staying with him, as it's not permanent and we're not sleeping together or anything. I'm rather desperate to get out of here and find my own place but it's difficult. Oh and he's kind of still in love with me. Tom is my boyfriend. I'm totally madly in love with him. He seems to like me kind of, but it doesn't seem like all that much. This bothers me sometimes.
