What exactly are these "parent" people for anyway?

I have some relatives in the country at the mo.. well, they're always here, this being the land of my blood and all that but I speak of the nuclear version.. ya know, the ones that spawn you, lovingly raise you and all that.. the parents. My parents are in the country. Not THAT YOU'D BLOODY KNOW FROM THEM LIKE.. BOTHERING TO TELL ME OR ANYTHING.. oh no..

well, my mother did bother, finally to email me to tell me she is in České Budějovice from whence they hail.. they've been there a few days after coming back from Croatia. Oh, they were there before but took off again to Croatia with my cousin's family. That is after gallivanting around London and Paris, going on some cruise and Amsterdam and where else who knows...

Now they're "busy" so haven't been able to email me since they got there and there's no point me and Erik going there because there's too many people and nowhere to stay. Nowhere for unimportant "daughter" freaks anyway, it seems.

I'm not bitter or anything.

They're coming to Prague sometime next week and might be able to meet with me if they're not too busy with socializing with all the people they're going to have to visit while here, so I should consider myself lucky. I mean some people.. oh whatever.. so long as they brought stuff, everything's cool.

Oh that cruise?

The one I went on yesterday? I was fun. It rained most of the night. Lots of food but we had to pay for drinks. We had this guide that stayed with us the whole time and occasionally told us stuff about Prague (most people who take it are tourists, and she seemed to be stuck in the habit of talking to said people), the river is very high and looks on the verge of flooding.

Overall quite interesting, and I got lots of photos. Had a few drinks.

About time to attempt it again..

The last time I tried to do something high falutin' and posh-ish was Valentine's day. Oh I remember it well, dreams of fine dining in what some would call an "ethnic" establishment turned into eating stinky gooey cheese down the pub. The event encapsulated me being in quite a succinct way. I was quite proud after the fact, actually. So it goes.

Tonight I'm going on a dinner cruise. "Oooh" I hear you say. Well it's a christmas present from Erik's 'rents and we've been meaning to do it since about.. well christmas last year, though we at first thought we'd wait for spring at least.. March came, we didn't think much of it, April we might have mentioned it once or twice and then it was May and he was in Singapore, but we said we'd do it in June. Part of June he was gone again but this morning we thought we'd try again to get through the bureaucracy which is the getting tickets and stuff for the thing and we set it up for tonight.

So we're doing it tonight. I think it'll be cool.

Poor Farrah..

Poor dear Farrah Fawcett, she was one of the original Charlie's Angels, a favourite pinup of the 1970s, starred in many a harrowing dramatic made for TV movie and bravely suffered cancer for years died yesterday. It was a shock to see it on imbd yesterday. I'd never really been a big fan, or knew too much about her but it's sad to hear that someone with such a well known name, who's too young to die, has died. People were talking, paying respects and set to pay tribute in a way such a great and well known actress deserves.. and then.

Michael Jackson goes and bloody dies!*

Way to be overshadowed. I mean.. of all people? I admit I was shocked. I guess if I'd ever thought about it I never really expected him to live out a long natural life, he's too strange, too tragic, but still. Michael Jackson, larger than life, no highly publicized illness, 50! Very weird.

And of course everybody forgets about little Farrah. Well, about pretty much everything. We can expect a week of Michael coverage, about his life, his death, his childhood genius, his strange ways as he got over, plastic surgery, pedophilia, impassioned arguments for and against, people who were ready to throw him to the wolves a few years ago passionately defending him, new information coming out about how he died, from child actors who were friends of his and some who were more than just friends, celebrities and there take, huge stadiums full of people crying, Iran. er.. who? his father, his sister, his other sister saying something nasty, young celebrities who will now claim to have been his biggest fan, his contemporaries talking about what it was like being the hugest stars of the 80s and so on...

So I don't really have to say much about him, because it's being said, and will continue to be said. But don't forget to think of Farrah. It would be nice. Maybe someone will even write a post about her of which the bulk isn't about the man who overshadowed her. Hmm.. that's a thought.

*anyone reading this from about the 8th of July on might not get the impact but at the moment the front page of CNN is all Michael tribute.

Thursday NRWOTD - The wrong day and wrong function version..

unbuncle:

It doesn't mean anything, at least I don't think so. It was one of them word verification things, but doesn't it sound cool? I think it needs a meaning. How about:

i. to see a vision in which a known person takes another form, eg animal that has metaphorical meaning to the visionee (?) seen in dreams or hallucination..

eg. she dreamed that he had turned into a bull, as she had so often imagined him in his angry rages

ii. A coloquial term that refers to having vivid and realistic dreams

iii. To reverse a "buncle"

buncle:

To strap somone or something up in a leather belt (preferably black) for the purposes of restrainment. Usually done the case of uncontrollable rage on the part of the bunclee (?)

I didn't claim the definitions would be any good.

Must Have Penis

Manly chips
Originally uploaded by erikland.

Erik snapped this while he was in Singapore last month. Apparently these chips are so spicy only real manly grown up men-like men with hair in unmentionable places can handle it, the boys will quiver and weep if they attempt it and ladies... well, just daintily push them away and give the old diet excuse, you've got no business here..

incidentally my man friend, the aforementioned Erik said they're not very spicy at all so obviously he outmans the most manly men of them all..

*looks all smug and stuff*

*blushes a bit*

Tuesday SQNEA #8 - The er.. um edition.

Why can I never think of a stupid question at the right time? The right time being Tuesday of course, the Time That Stupid Questions Must Be Asked! No exceptions, all will go awry if it isn't done at the right time. Awry, I tell you!

I had plenty of questions, oodles of them, I had one about vampires that was really really good, and another one before about something else that was too but I've totally forgotten them! It's frustrating.. infuriating I tell you.. that's my new favouritest word, infuriating. Isn't it cool?

So anyway, don't really have a stupid questions except for the one at the top about not being able to think of questions or rather to remember them. It is pretty stupid and I'm pretty sure no one ever asks it, not specific to this context anyway, but it's not really a good stupid question.

What the fuck. That's not a question that's.. something else.

I don't have time for this!

I didn't have time earlier on when the water heater was doing what it wanted to do instead of what wanted it to do, ie what it should be doing, and I don't have time to be waiting around the fucking post office, and being made to fill the fiddly fucking form again because I stupidly forgot to write down one fucking detail which shouldn't make a difference because there's so much other fucking information that they should be able to get the fucking transaction done regardless. I won't go into detail but in short.

I don't have time for this! Fuck!

I mean it's done now, and I'm back from the PO, but still. Fuck!

Yay.. something to write about!

If it's not one bloody saga then well it's a complete fuckup of monstrous proportions, ok a problem that is nevertheless troublesome for me in my condition.

I need to work today. Work, I tell you! Do you people understand that? Actual work, real doing stuff. I have STUFF to do, lots of stuff! I don't think you understand the importance of this stuff..

well anyway, I got up (kinda late because after being almost about to get up a bit earlier I decided to lie in a bit longer and in doing that fell into a deep slumber and had a dream about being in some house by a river with all these people, all but one who were imaginary, the non imaginary one was someone I knew in school, and why she was in my dream I have no idea, anyway, stuff happened.. there really isn't a story to this) got on the computer, got the info I needed, a phone call organizing a meeting here in the afternoon which must occur after I've done one of the major things on my list, and wasted a bit of time. I shouldn't have, but it's what I do. Sue me.

So after a bit of time wasting and coffee I, in a responsible manner decided to get in the shower, get ready.. and wait for my hair to dry and stuff while I hang out a bit more, and go!

I got in the shower, turned the water on, happily lathered my hair up with shampoo which I hadn't used for days, leaving my hair feeling icky, soaped myself up and down.. I don't really need to go into this actually.

Shower, shower, soap all over. I waited until last to rinse out the shampoo, just something I do. I turned the water off for a second once, because I heard something and thought maybe.. I dunno. Anyway I turned it back on and it was cold.. no bother, I let it go for a bit but IT DIDN'T HEAT UP!!! I turned it off and tried it again.. no luck.

So I got out of the shower, went into the kitchen where the water heater is expecting to see the red light flashing, as it does when the water empties.. or something.. then I need to press it and in a few minutes it will work again. But no red light was flashing.. I went back into the shower and tried.

NOTHING!

So, I fiddled around with the heater, including a few old fashioned thumps.. and I got the match thingy to light up once using the kitchen sink so I went into the shower and tried again. IT STILL DIDN'T WORK!

So I tried again a few times, kitchen sink and shower, didn't work, didn't work didn't work. I thumped it a few more times. Didn't work. I noticed the heater was hot which was odd because it wasn't on so I fiddled around with the settings and after that it worked. I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.

So all is ok now but the point is, it took ages and my calculations for doing stuff today are way off. I have stuff to do dammit!

And again..

He's returned. I'm happy, kitty seems to be acting normal, whatever that means and it's sunny. I actually sat in the garden of the pub across the road and had a beer yesterday.

Yes, life is exciting.

Oh look! A cat..

Because there just aren't enough cat pics on the internet/flickr/my blog.

It's just well.. silly.. silli.. sille..

Have you ever noticed, assuming you're someone who cares about these things, and can actually recognize it, that there are certain spelling mistakes that literally everyone makes? It's infuriating! It's as bad as people sticking apostrophes where they're not wanted or using literally incorrectly.

Yes, I did that on purpose, I know.. sad. Anyway, one of the aforementioned oft misspelled words that infuriates me is this one..

rediculous

just so you know, that one is the misspelt version that so enrages me.. the correct spelling you all, I'm sure, know is "ridiculous". I'm writing about it because I've seen it like 3 times today spelt like that on completely different sites, most populated by people who should know better, I mean really, they should.

And speaking of misspells, why does the blogger spellcheck consider "spelt" a mistake? Is that not a proper word? And if so, how do you spell it? And have you noticed that blogger also doesn't consider "internet" a word? Isn't that a bit odd? Do I ask too many questions?

Ok, now it's starting to piss me off.

I've had this weird thing with my back for the last few days. Out of nowhere.. and I haven't had anything like this before.. well maybe once, for a few days I had this strange pain, which I can't remember is like the current thing I'm feeling. Well if it only occurs about every 2 years for about a day I can survive, but..

I might have a "pinched nerve" whatever that is.. it feels nervy, and kind of pinchy, or it could be sciatica which is what I'm most worried about, assuming a pinched nerve isn't worse than that. I knew someone.. know someone sorta with it and it's a problem. Complete mystery as to what causes it, can't be cured and can barely be relieved, just puts you in constant discomfort, sometimes it's worse, sometimes it's tolerable but mostly it screws you up for doing a lot of things. At least that's what I gathered.

I really sorta feel like going outside and at least walking, but I don't really feel like it. I'm not going to blame it on my back completely, it's difficult to get myself away from the computer and out at the sunshiniest of times when I'm feeling normal, but this doesn't help. Yesterday when I took my one walk out to go shopping it was really painful, or at least uncomfortable.. I feel as though I should be walking, or exercising but when I do it doesn't seem to help. I don't know.

It's not my fault..

I know I haven't posted in the obscenely long time of 3 days.. and all I have to say is it's not my fault.

Well it's not my fault I didn't post yesterday, my internet was doing this weird thing where all indications pointed to it being on, and the connection strong except for that one small part where you can connect to webpages. This happened in the evening and remained so well into the wee small hours which I was awake to experience.. and of course after the time I decided to put up a post.

The reason I didn't post on the weekend is probably due to laziness. Well Sunday is, that and I forgot, possibly having nothing to write about. The main reason for non posting Saturday is embarrassing so I won't go into it, I'll just say this, check the date.

Anyway I'm posting now. Not much to say except for that it was a minor/major annoyance and/or worry about the internet yesterday, and the other reason I have to grumble is due a back pain which I can't explain and is also cause for worry. I had a stupid question that I thought of yesterday which was totally brilliant but I forgot it. It had something to do with vampires I think.

I was gonna make this a regular day of the week thing but..

I wonder,
I ponder
I wander asunder.
The truth does not free,
it plunges me deep, weighed down by the knowledge
The rain, the sun, the sun, the rain, the rain, the sun, the rain again..
told me to stay away.

This, of course, is supposed to be bad. Duh.. I couldn't write anything this bad if I tried, *looks all smug and stuff*

oh wait..

Say something then..

About this. Preferably in the form of a caption. If you like of course, no obligation.

Wa

I'm alone again. Well, apart from my own brilliant mind, any friends acquaintances or otherwise I might happen to run into daily, my movies my shows, my internet stuff and my internet friends.. and of course, the darling kitty. But Eriks' not here. That's incorrect isn't it? I always remember being told that it's wrong to start a sentence with "but".. or was that because?

Anyway, Erik's gone again, this time to Canada for some family thingy whatsit.. they have those you know, families like his, well anyway it's not as long this time though longer than I thought it would be, at first he said it'd be a few days or at least that's what I thought he said and then he said he couldn't get tickets for the days he wanted so he's going longer and said it would be (or I remember understanding this when he told me anyway) 6 days, or a week, or just under a week.. but then the other night, the night before he left which was yesterday.. that's yesterday morning when he left.. he said he'd be back next Friday which is like 9 days!

Oh and I zoned out the info and thought it'd be next Wednesday so when he suggested having a few drinks after work Tuesday night I thought he wanted to just for something nice to do.. I kind of considered that it might mean that it's this week he's leaving, but I quickly brushed it aside, noting that he hadn't packed or anything...

But it was this Wednesday, yesterday.. and he had to leave very early in the morning so upon coming home from drinks.. a humble affair for obvs reasons he had to do all his packing. So I was alone all yesterday, and am today and will be until next Friday. Except for the kitty, and all the other things I mentioned.

Quite a mouthful.

This is not about anything rude, though perhaps you weren't thinking it was.. it's just me projecting.

Today's word o' the day is, tergiversation, which is what I was referring to when I was talking about a mouthful. Don't you think it's a mouthful? I do. I already said that.

The meaning is "evasion; also, desertion of a cause, party, etc." That clears it up. Wait..

1. The act of practicing evasion or of being deliberately ambiguous.
2. The act of abandoning a party or cause.

ah.. I see.

Like most writers, I have always championed thrift . . . . Not long ago, however, I experienced an extraordinary tergiversation. Now I'm an ally of excess, a proponent of redundancy.
-- Michael Norman, "When an Author's Words Are Sold by the Pound", New York Times, September 15, 1991

kay.

Am I the only one...

who gets drunk, and upon coming home goes immediately to the computer, and accordingly, online, and then, goes to particular sites, blogs, other internet entities which are all pretty much covered under sites, blog or otherwise and leave a bunch of comments?

Well I do that. I mean if I ask am I the only one then obviously I do that.. but..

if anyone was to tell me that they visit my blog and leave comments in that mood, I would be more honoured than if I had the biggest, most visited most commented on blog in the whole 'sphere and had awards and accolades and made money off it... seriously..

well not really. But it would be cool. I'm drunk now actually, bet you couldn't tell.

*burps*

I tried to do stuff today..

Well, I did stuff today, and I'm still doing stuff but..

It's taking so bloody long! In all honesty I have about 1 hour's work to get done in total, but so far it's taken something like... real long. It just takes so bloody long to get anything done on this damn computer that.. fuck. I mean I'm not complaining, except for the complaining bit.. in a way it's a way to make me feel like I'm doing something, as it is taking up some time, and an excuse to not do other things, which isn't exactly a problem for me because 3 days ago, 2 days ago and yesterday I didn't have a problem not doing them and I didn't have this excuse, or any excuse really.

What's my point. There is none. The point is that I'm damn lazy, that's the truth of it, and I've spent a morning taking a long time getting very little done and I'm milking it for all it's worth. Obviously I lead a life of relative leisure that there's nothing too pressing to get me to go out and get this all done, that I have this to go on about at all, so there's that, and there's the fact that moving between 2 computers and pottering around a lot is what I'd be doing anyway, whether I have stuff to wait for the computer to do or not. The point is...

I did stuff today, and I'm still doing stuff! So there!

Go on, caption me

A bit of something

I apologize for yesterday. That was pathetic, even for me.. *slaps self*.

So today I'm going to give.. I'm going all out with presenting something creative.. though I'm going to preemptively ward off/welcome any criticism by saying that this is deliberately bad, because I'm so cool and all that, you see.

Here's some bad poetry, about how I'm feeling today. If it goes well I might make it a regular thing.

My bad poem about how I feel.

Nothing.

It's my companion. It is me.

I sit. I exist. I think. I exist. I think. I sit. Sometimes I stand and even walk. I exist I sit I stand I think.

I exist.

Whatever.

the end.

Remember it's supposed to be bad :)

Do you ever..

..um.

forgot what I was gonna say. Sorry.

Not to be all hemispherist or anything, but..

Happy summer. I don't know if it's supposed to start on the 1st of June or on the 19th or something when the moon is in uranus and the twilight catches the raindrops on the horse or some such nonsense, but where I come from seasons start on the 1st of the calendar month, none of this nature fucking hippy bullshit.. of course I come from the southern hemisphere where it isn't summer today either way, and no easily digested, though unevenly divided units of time, when they start, and what the significance of the one in relation to the change of season is makes no difference no how.

Well.. nice to see I'm back to maing no sense there.. oh wait.. I never stopped doing that did I?

Maybe for about 12 seconds.