Cough, sniffle.

Malá Strana
Originally uploaded by Ms Kat.

I'm not feeling so tired anymore. I got some sleep. I woke up Sunday morning, after a relatively early night feeling refreshed, well rested and that something was tickling the back of my throat. I was, as they say "coming down with something".

Well, now I'm fully down with it, sneezing, sniffling, coughing and everything that goes with it. It's already day 2 of being full blown sick, and I don't feel so awful.. so I hope that means it's going to stay at this level until it goes away. Preferably tomorrow.

I'm not sure of the origin of this illness, it could have been from the guy here who was sick just before me (and therefore I have been expecting this), or if it was from my adventure the other morning, where I ventured into the city of Prague before the sun went up, braving the snow and the cold to get pictures. It was quite lovely, fresh snow and no one around but me, except for this man and his dog that is.

Yawn...

I'm so tired today. My eyes have had that not want to stay open feeling all day. I need to sleep, of course I could just go home and go to bed, there's nothing that urgently needs tending to here, but I have to spend at least 4 more hours on the internet today to get my fix.

I got up early this morning. It was like 7 o'clock, not even! I'm sure that's nothing special to a lot of you but I never do that... and I didn't sleep last night at all, hardly. I have a bunch of ideas for posts floating around in my head for a change, but I can't even think about beginning to put any of them together.. hopefully I won't lose the ideas before I'm (relatively) well rested again... any luck.

Yawn..

5 things

I've been tagged by Ron for this meme, in which I am to tell you all 5 things about me, which you may not necessarily know. Now before I get into it I must tell you that I'm not the sort of person who opens up about their deepest held secrets, so if the following revelations are somewhat shallow or things you already know, well.. sorry.

#1. I never go anywhere. People who know a little about me, perhaps who read this blog might think I'm an adventurous, well travelled sort of person who gets around a lot, due to the fact I "emigrated" and have lived in a few different places over recent years. This is not true. Most of the times I've actually travelled over the last 10 years have been the times I moved from one place to another. I've been in Prague for almost 7 years, and the last time I left the Czech Republic was when I went to France the last time my mother was here.. she took me and my then boyfriend on a trip. I don't even know when the last time I actually went outside of the city of Prague is.

#2. I hate sports. I'm not interested in them, and I don't like playing them. This goes back to my childhood in Australia where I was terrible at sports and dreaded sport day in school coming along. Anyone with similar experiences knows why, the always being the last one to get picked for teams, the jeering when you fuck up, the being generally unpopular because all the popular kids are sporty ones..

None of this wasn't helped by the fact that I thought that everyone else liked sports. It was an afternoon out of class for one thing and a lot of kids did seem to really look forward to it, though I would greatly prefer classes in anything myself. I vaguely remember a speech given by a principle once, about how great sport was and how we loved sports and looked forward to it every week. I thought it was weird that he was telling us how we felt about something, though it did seem to me that, apart from myself he had it right. In later school of course I realised there were others like me, and perhaps he was trying to mind control us into being more enthusiastic about sports because a lot of the kids were kind of lazy about it and weren't competitive enough.. I don't know.

#3. I have a deformed left index finger. Well, it's not really deformed, just cut, stitched up and funny shaped. This happened when I was in Dublin 10 years ago. I was working in a bar/diner place which was kind of a cheesy pop/disco joint which got very crowded on the weekends. It was a particularly busy night, and I was rushing around trying to get 20 things done at once, one of my jobs was to change the kegs so I rushed down to the cellar to do it and tried to do it as quickly as possible when I got my finger smashed between 2 when I was trying to move it over. I got taken to the hospital and got it stitched up. I had to wait a long time in the hospital which was annoying but I heard some interesting stories from other people who were waiting there with me, and their Saturday night injuries, one guy had got into a fight with someone at a Radiohead concert and got his nose bit. I don't know how bad the bite was, it was bandaged up. I carried on like a baby while the doctor was doing the stitching, it rather hurt, being the very tip of my finger that was being stitched. Anyway ever since then I've had a funny shaped finger.

#4. I don't like fish. I don't mean I have no regard for the beautiful scaly creatures that swim our oceans and rivers, I mean I don't like the taste of them. The far majority anyway, the only kind I like are your English battered fish and chips sort of fish, and I can tolerate fish fingers (very classy I know), but pretty much anything else I don't like. I don't like the bones and I don't like the taste. I know a lot of people don't just like fish but have a particular love for it, but I think those people are sick perverts and should be sent off to a camp somewhere. There are some things that are just too weird.

#5. I've tried probably every drug there is, at least once. Perhaps not every single kind of acid or pill out there, but when you're talking generally about the different types, I've probably tried it. Some were just a one off try to see what it was like, and others I dabbled in a bit more, though never really that much.. at most it was almost every weekend for a couple of months while I was going out to clubs and squat parties. When it comes down to it I've mostly been a boozer, and to be honest, not even so much that. Well maybe, it's all relative I suppose.

That's all. Now I'm supposed to tag other people so I give this to Don, Kittie and A Simple Girl who are free to take this or ignore this as they wish. Apologies if any of you have done this before, my memory in't what it were....

What did I tell you?

Let it snow..

If anyone thinks that is a terribly overused title, then you're right. In fact, if you were a regular browser of Flickr, you'd be even more sick of it than I am. Which is why I had to use it for this post.

It's finally snowing! Well, I may be slightly premature, I've been expecting snow, as the forecast said that it would start last night, and continue today. There was no snow to be seen when I left the house today, but it was lightly starting to fall, it seems to have stopped for now but I expect it to be back. By tomorrow or the next day I should have photos of stunning Prague against the pure whiteness.

But nevertheless, this is call for rejoicing. That global warming thing seems to have been nipped in the bud. And may I say I know exactly why. I have been, for many years now, sorting my garbage and recycling paper and plastic, and I haven't driven for well, just about forever. I think it's clear that I have stopped global warming. Quite a feat, but I, on my own, single handedly, have just saved the world. You can hold it with the thanks, though a substantial cash prize would be greatly appreciated.

What's good for the goose, is good for the... er... other goose.

They've done it! The people who brought us Father Daughter Purity Balls, have now come up with a male equivalent for young men and their mothers. Only this version is called and Integrity Ball, which does sound more manly.

And not a moment too soon. It's about time they expected chastity from boys as well. Surely if a girl keeps herself pure, swearing off sex until such time as she can get some guy to marry her, she deserves a shiny clean cock, unsullied by the extract of other woman, right? It's only fair.

Baker [ ] told them that while they might not believe it at the time, the
girl they may date in high school is probably not going to be the one they will
marry. “So you’re dating someone else’s future wife,” he told them. He also told
them that someone else may be dating their future wife.?”

Oh, silly me. Mustn't disappoint "someone" should we?

“If you knew somebody was with your future wife,” Baker asked them, “touching her in ways you wouldn’t like, pressuring her, how would that make you feel?”

Please think of the men! Some man might end up being married to that. But just in case the point hasn't been made clear enough, I'll let Jackie Detweiller, "an attractive 19-year-old young woman who is practicing abstinence" explain it more..

She told the tale of a person who had waited a long time to buy the car of
their dreams, but when the day arrived to drive it home, the dealer told them
that the steering had problems, that it had a lot of mileage on it, and had been
in a few wrecks.

Dear, the car analogy is a little bit old isn't it? Personally, as far as tired old metaphors go, I prefer the cow one...

How would you feel if you bought a cow, took it home from the shop and
found out it had been milked? You paid your own money for this cow,
and it had just given away milk like it was it's own to give!

Now, imagine that you met a cow who took it upon themselves to give you
their milk, and you went ahead and took it! Essentially you would be stealing
milk from another man. How would that make you feel, you milk stealer
you!

Moral of the story is, if you fuck a chick, make sure she's already a slut. Someone else already committed the property crime, and thus you are absolved.

Curtesy of others.

The mind, it just boggles...

I'm spending this Wednesday with God, which I've rather neglected of late. To those of you unfamiliar with my work of old, it's when I pick a random bible verse and come up with a few different interpretations of it. For example...

John 18:26... "One of the servants of the high priest, being his kinsman
whose ear Peter cut off, saith, Did not I see thee in the garden with him? 18:27
Peter then denied again: and immediately the cock crew."

a) Er, some guys are in a garden together, one of them who had his ear cut off by some perverted cunt and they're acting as if it's just some matter of fact thing, and a rooster crows. I'm sorry but what kind of sick fuck cuts someone's ear off? That's just not normal.

b) Sorry, all I can think of is porn, and some pretty sick stuff too.

c) He he, he said "cock crew".

Add yours in comments if you wish.

Now for the fun part, adding tags.

Some rather charming weather we're having..

My house..
Originally uploaded by Ms Kat.

Still no snow, and no sign of it coming. I have been blessed with a few rather lovely sunny days though. I took the opportunity to walk around a bit and stake out a few properties that I'm thinking of moving into one of these days when the lottery or that starring role works out for me. What do you think of this oen? Sure it needs a paint job, maybe a bright pink with green trimming, and a bit of work on the garden, perhaps a few giraffe and flamingo sculptures, but it ain't half bad and with a bit of work I think it could scrub up ok.

Worth a try I s'pose...

It's been egging me on for a while, but I finally took the plunge and changed over to "new blogger". I'm here now. So far I haven't partaken of the new features, I tried to update my template but they make you choose one of their selection, none of which I liked, and the setup is so different that I didn't know how to re-ad all my personal info and links and whatnot that I already had on the other template, so I just changed back, other than that I can see a possibility for labeling this post at the bottom, and a link that says "post options". Not much in that.

Not much to this new setup really... hmmm.

Get a room, will you!!

I don't know whether this is something that I just started noticing, or something people just have been doing more recently, but some people in my building are damn annoying. You see where I live, you can hear quite a lot through the walls. Occasionally I can hear someone in a flat below me if they have their television on quite loud for example, but it isn't usually so bad.

The last week or so, however, people have been making a habit of standing in the hallway, having loud conversations for what seems like ages (5 to 20 minutes maybe) in the morning! Well not technically morning, but what might as well be morning as far as I'm concerned.

I don't get it! It's one thing to pass someone in the hallway, or knock on their door and ask a quick question, get a quick answer and then get the fuck on your way, but if you want to have a bleedin' conversation then go into their fucking flat for fucks sake! I mean if you've got something important, or interesting or neither but it takes more than 30 seconds than invite em in to sit down, have a drink or something! Don't make the rest of us listen to your bullshit!

I don't know why people do this all of a sudden either. I've been living there for 2 months and I've never had a week where there were at least 3 different conversations in the hallway before the time I got up. It might be due to the lateness of my rising, but I've been getting up about the same time for at least a month. Maybe everyone else has gotten over their holiday hours and are back to work, I don't know. Actually come to think of it, there wasn't anyone talking loudly in the hall this morning (before 2pm). Maybe other people actually sleep in on the weekend. Who'd have thought it?

It's all my fault, as usual.

The weather has been most peculiar indeed! It's unseasonably warm. Some people blame global warming but I know better. Ever since about mid December I have been waiting literally with my index finger poised over the shutter button on my camera, waiting for it to snow. It can't be a coincidence. This is the first year I've been really ambitious about taking photos, and I'm anxious to capture Prague in all it's winter glory, but nothing. Not a drop. And if that's not enough, I actually went out and bought boots, especially for winter. I went out, braving the crowds and row after row of ugly cowboy boots, to buy some shoes suitable for the inevitable snow. In years past I've trudged through snow in my sneakers all winter.

And now I have have a pair of boots that can take on piles and piles of snow with ease, and no fucking use for them.

It's obviously my fault, it can't be a coincidence. So if you're in Prague, pining for the glory of winters past, then blame me. Of course, if you're in Prague and you just love the mild weather we're having then you can thank me. And buy me a beer.

I'm on a Rock & Roll!

There's something to be said for setting yourself really low goals. Not only have a I already made a sandwich, several in fact, I actually got myself some winter boots.

It almost didn't happen. I went out today with the aim of buying some clothing items that I really need. It was crowded, people didn't seem to understand the need to keep the fuck out of my way, and I didn't see much of what I liked. I mean, I don't care how fucking cold it is this winter, how much it snows or now much everyone else thinks they are beautiful, I'm not wearing boots in a cowgirl esque style. The fucking things are everywhere, you can barely find anything else. Is this actually in fashion anywhere in the known world, or are we just hopelessly clueless here. I'm betting on option #2.

I almost came home without anything, until I decided once more to to look in a shop that was one of the first I'd visited, and found some that looked alright for a pretty good price. So I got them. Now it can snow whenever it wants to. I won't get my toes wet now.

So I've already knocked off #9 and #8 from my resolutions list. Now all I have to do is drink a lot and not do much else. I've got this thing sorted.

It's 2007!

Whoop e fucking doo.