The kitchen is on my dividing wall and I woke up to the sound of chunnering parents.
It was real sunny and they were up earlier than usual, for a Saturday, so needless to say, so was I. Yet, I hadn’t minded, too much, there were things to do and cartoons to watch, namely ‘Scooby-Doo’, which is kinda like a homage to its old self, with lots of knowing adult asides, I noticed later, in preparation to this ramble. Yet, before Scooby, there was a show on called ‘The Slammer’, a variety show for kids. Now, my excuse for watching it was that I was waiting for my cartoon, but secretly, I do like variety show and people demonstrating real skills: and besides, they had the tv presenter Steven Mulhern on it, doing magic & the seventies Rock ‘n Roll band, Shawaddawaddy. And while I watched the show, the ‘Queen wheels Chew, the beautiful Chinese foot juggler, I watched the kids faces in the audience and a thought struck me, ‘they love variety.’ It’d had been a real distraction from the morning task, some writing I started weeks ago. But, I had got some done, before going to the shops and the chemist to pick up my meds. Absolutely beautiful outside. It was only when I got to the Post Office, to get a stamp for America that I realised I had left my Mother’s pad money at home, so another trip to the chemist was due. Thankfully they are open till one, so I’ll be okay. When I get back, I’ll edge the front lawn.
..busy night last night. (someone told a colleague I have a god heart and totally embarrased me.. and it was ever-so-cool,, as the hard fellow he was.. he meant it) windows today. and the weather is good. I feel alive!
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God/good same thing really ...*hugs*
Feeling alive is definately a good thing!
that,s a very good thing to saY
I'm pleasantly tired. I've being helping my Father see to the Beech Hedge.. on a sunny day.. with the prospect of going to Liverpool later for voluntary work, on the day they open 'Liverpool One', the new shopping centre there.
The wonderful ‘Reaper’ had its penultimate episode tonight and it Kevin Smith of ‘Clerks’ fame pulled a blinder when he put this show together.
I so look forward to next week’s episode.
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So Scott McLellan states the obvious and it makes our news: “War should only be fought when it is absolutely necessary. And, in Iraq it wasn’t necessary.”
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And watching the news and another country losing its monarchy in favour of a Republic, we contemplated the thought of Australia and New Zealand being the next to say ‘no’ to monarchy, my Father made the observation that more and more, England is taking on the mantle of ‘the mouse that roared’, as in the classic Ealing comedy, starring Peter Sellars.
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And so far, to my knowledge.. Photoshop works for my friend.
My jeans are wet, as is my coat. The rain is still raining, as it has for a couple of days now. But, life doesn’t stop and things have to be done. So I’d gone out.
I still find it a tad amusing that we’d had no rain for ages; had beautiful weather for days; then, I water the lawns, back and front and the hedge. Then, what happens?
The last couple of days happen. Typical.
Anyway, after being on YIM for hours last night, trying to get a file to a nice young lady, the fresh air was going to be welcome. It had been.
As I walked past the block of shops to my right, I walked through the avenue of trees by Westminster Avenue off Allport Road, my cap shielding me against the worst of the rain and enabling me to finish my smoke.
The birdsong was pleasant, the fresh smells were enjoyable: and I got to the doctors with a smile on my face.
I also got my Ma’s chores done and returned home, to finish what I started last night.
Unfortunately, when I logged on, she was in the bath …
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I have three attempts at getting her Photoshop, lined up and ready, as I have to get this done for you before I can do the reinstall this machine needs.
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Finally I got through on YIM, to try again. Once it was uploading to her, I went for my banana’s and yogurt. I told her. She said …
***** **********: yum i'm waiting for my pizza to cook.
Neil Kendrick: haven't tasted pizza in a teenagers lifetime
***** **********: 0.o
Neil Kendrick: that sounded soooooooooooooooooooooooo funny
***** **********: rofl. it did.
When I was a whelp here, there were those who were helpful to me and those who were not. Now, when I see, or hear someone ask for help, I am willing to give it.
Needless to say, there are times when I end up regretting doing so.
Being the person I am, I dwell on such things. That’s me being me, I guess.
Well, early this afternoon, I was on VR, putting some pictures and photographs onto my portfolio, when I noticed someone asking ‘what do you have to do for an answer?’ in the Vampbox, in teen-speak. When I responded, I also suggested ways how to gain favour. Amongst the way’s I mentioned that he do so, was by reading journals.
The young fellow (I’m being ‘extremely’ polite here) then called me a liar.
Now, I can hack many things in life, (and here I could list a helluvva lot of things) but I can’t deal with being called a liar. Call it a character flaw. But there you go it’s real.
“Don’t ask from help from me again, you call me a liar,” I told him, which was mild, considering what I’d have done if the no-mark had been in front of me.
I’d lost it, simple as. And, I haven’t done that for years.
Anger-management works, except for when someone plays with specific triggers and this fellow had played with mine. As it was, I left the Vampbox and the no-mark, who Ladydragonrose continued to talk to, politely and helpfully and it transpires that lady and that’s the right word in context, has far more patience than I do.
As I continued to work, on my coven work, I noted the Vampbox, as she suggested to the fellow, that he might be more respectful, to those who are older and trying to help.
His comeback? “Listen to old ppl. Yeah, Yeah.”
That’s when my blood pressure told me to leave VR and work in the garden, as I had planned to do, after his first comment.
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*Hugs*
you did what you thought was right you tried to help and he is an idiot. plain and simple.
Absolutely!!! he´s a stupid, immature and deserves no respect at all... you, on the contrary, are sweet and considered... please dont pay attention to those imbeciles....***hugs***
What a cheeky little fecker! He won't make many friends on here with that attitude...which screams out from his profile...
*pokes* You didn't tell me it was that little bastard!!!
Dad’s out killing the lawn, again; as my little Mother attends to the washing he put out earlier. It’s not quite the day that ‘they’ were leading us to expect, but rather ‘good drying weather.’ Either way, it’ll be good for Paul McCartney’s Liverpool gig and Karl will have a good walk with his ladyfriend: and I just noticed my Mother is getting old. Strange thing to say maybe, but it’s the little things that you notice and there’d I been, telling her of the friend I visited after Karl’s, who has hopefully left an abusive partner, when I mentioned Jane. Now Jane was someone I used to know very well indeed, who drifted away when she got married; she’s a relative, however distant, of our next door but one neighbour to the right and she couldn’t accept that she knew her, not even when I pointed out that Jane’s phone number was written in her old phone pad, in her handwriting.
My Mother’s always been forty in my mind. It’s difficult to accept that she isn’t.
Not impossible; just very difficult, at times; times like that.
Walking back home, after buying the Radio Times, I looked to my right, just prior to turning left into my road.
It was as I looked right, I noticed a woman driving a new slim, black estate car, pick her nose and examine the contents.
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..and the group Fishbone, are good, I learnt.
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On behalf of us all.....thanks for sharing lol
The things one sees when one dosent have a gun...lol.
*giggles* terrible observation my dear.
I can now tell my Dad I'll be shutting down soon.
got in, ate.. precessed some photo's.. emailed one off to a nice Lady.. now for bed. my day is complete.
I've done my gardening, trimmed my chest-hair.
Washed and dried the bedroom curtains and put them back up.. Voluntary work later..
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Omg you trim your chest-hair ???? lmao
I laughed...thank you!
sounds like a good morning to me hun ^_^
o.O at the chest hair trimmage...
Spring clearance sale.. you should market the hair to the Russians. They make great hats!
..alway's tickles me, the ammount of guy's that complain about the same thing: their women trying to change them, from the very thing that drew them to that person in the first place.
I need distraction, from hassles with the dole ~ going from Jobseekers allowance to Incapacity.
I am waiting for the papers, to sign. I have the note. The claim is legitimate. I'm losing use of my left hand.
So for Sinora's amusement, I'll play with photo's, so she can see what I look like, sitting abashed, next to a childhood heroine.
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Can't wait lol
Aww sorry to hear that dear~
In order to put some more work up in the portfolio, I'll have ta move the picture.. or draw three more.. and I have more DrWho to put up.. one of me looking VERY bashful..
..three years those conventions ran at The Cavern and each time it was on, I met a heroine I had grown up watching on the box.
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You bashful ? I want to see it NOW....please lol
I agree, I want to see bashful Angelus ;)
Someone wrote in their journal, 'How do you know when you're in love?'
A good question, that I had to think about.
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I commented: ..when the person you Love is the first and last thing you think about, each day.
I'm just in the middle of a break while gardening: though it's milder than it's been of late, the weather is pleasant & it's so nice to be out, doing such work.
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It was quite funny at one point, as I back off from the hoeing I'd been doing, there was the Robin watching me from about a foot away, supervising me: as bad as my Mother for giving orders.
Two machines and one’s got a poorly copy of the Windows, whilst the other runs XP so slowly, a snail could type faster. But, the lil laptop was needed, so I did my email, as I performed house-clearance on the other, then logged onto VR.
No sooner did I get the welcome screen than I was made to feel less than welcome, as lil laptop told IE was (not responding.) Like.. erm, “thank you, I had gathered.”
So, Disc-keeper was used: and no sooner did I try to login again, than Adobe Reader decided to update.. erm, am I meant to get on VR tonight??
Happiness is.. having the time to have that well-deserved wallow in the bath, after a bad morning at the dole, then a very good night in with friends; while your parents go out for lunch on a Saturday, as was their routine, prior to your Mother’s illness.
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Happiness is.. birdsong, on a warm, damp day, as you sit inside typing.
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*Nods*
sit, crosslegged, in your chair??
i can just envision it :)
so glad Mum feels like getting out again :)
You think he can cross his legs at his age ??? lol
lol
as a matter of fact, i have seen pics of just that :) lol
he can still sit in full lotus position :)
Bag slung over his shoulder, he’d been out all day and at the bus-stop on the way home, he realized quickly that a loose, short-sleeved green shirt wasn’t a good idea, not when it was this darn chilly. So he lit a smoke and then after his ‘toke, he went to light his second – and, lo and behold, there was his bus: just as he went to light it. Quel surprise?
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it's the only sure way to ensure your transport shows up... light a smoke or get something to eat or drink. does it ever time. lol.
..so this individual has me on their 'friends list'.
..wouldn't it have been nice to have been asked, by this individual, with the moderately offensive name. I wonder why their profile is suspended?
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..that last remark was dripping with sarcasm.
(The explantion is for the individual known as fagsonhereactinglikevampires..)
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Me?
I think twerps like them should be on Barbies Homepage .. sorry Barbie! (Hans that is!)
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lol
*giggles*
you tell 'em !!!
Boo, Hooo...not Barbie, she was my favourite dolly!! *pouts* hah
“I have a copy of ‘Doomsday’, are you going to see it?” I asked a friend, knowing she likes films a lot. As it transpires, she rather justifiably said she was unsure, as it seems to follow on from 28 days later.
Having now watched it at least ice, I’d both agree with her and take issue with her.
It’s a Post-Holocaust movie, with heavy political undertones; and a great back-story for the female lead, played by Rhona Mitra.
After all, it does have Malcolm McDowell in it post ‘Heroes’; and Bob Hoskins, as the stoic, reliable policeman.
Essentially, Rhona Mitra plays the eponymous loner, in any Post Holocaust film, a role usually played by a man, that she plays well and seems ably suited to.
‘Doomsday’ is what it’s title suggests, a Post-Holocaust movie, that owes a little to several films, before it, There is a little of ’28 Days/Weeks Later’ to it; but also, a bit of ‘Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome;’ ‘Waterworld;’ ‘Damnation-Alley;’ and ‘Escape From …’
Then in the climactic finale, with a backtrack of ‘Two Tribes’ by Frankie Goes To Hollywood, the film reminded me of a little Mad Max; Road Warrior.
Yet that wasn’t a bad thing. It’s a good film: I had enjoyed it and, it’s British.
Or, as one critic on a website wrote ~
Neil Marshall’s simple recipe for
Doomsday:
4 cups of 28 Days Later…
2 pounds of Mad Max
5 pints of Thunderdome
2 1/2 cups of District 13
fresh squeezed official* Rhona Mitra
2 tablespoons of Running Man
3 1/2 teaspoons of Resident Evil
4 ounces of Aliens
1/2 tablespoon of Equilibrium
1 teaspoon of V for Vendetta
1 small can of No Escape
some dried Abyss
1/2 ounce of Silent Hill
a dash of 300
3 teaspoons of Gladiator
1/4 teaspoon of Ultraviolet
a dollop of Judge Dredd
a dash of Tank Girl (optional)
a sprinkle of Underworld
Mix all of the futuristic elements in one bowl and all of the apocalyptic elements in another. Slowly fold the dystopic items into the futuristic mixture and carefully combine them all into one script, being careful not to add too much wirework. Drizzle the official Rhona Mitra (see below) throughout and be sure to throw in a gratuitous ass shot. Make sure plenty of the people involved have cool accents and then give it to Neil Marshall (the guy that wrote and directed Dog Soldiers and the Descent) and hopefully it will turn out to be half as good as either of those movies.
I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad one, but I’ve never seen a trailer that reminded me of so many other things. I have faith in the writer/director based on his previous projects though, so this film’s definitely going on my to-see list.
http://secretunderseacity.wordpress.com/category/film/
..My brother phoned, expecting not to be able to speak to little Mother her and was pleasantly surprised to be able to do so
..We were all in the garden most of the day. Due to a little hard work and the sun, my shoulders are sore, as I type Now.
Then, about an hours after we'd finished up and were sitting down to eat our Sunday roast, with a good red wine, Matua, the skies opened up and we had thunder and lightning, almost overhead.
I then watched 'Doomsday', again.
..both my parents went shopping this week. Yes, that is right! My Mum went.. She's lost too much weight.. but, she's making an attempt at returning to her routine.
..showers and warm weather & I'm sitting for nearly an hour for a pre-op. assesment.
"What's your religion?"
"Well, I wear an Ankh and believe in one God."
"It say here, you call yourseld a humanist. Is that right?"
Uh huh, I guess.."
"I do voluntary work in a church and he.." pointing upward, "seems happy with that.
..little Mother went to pick up her own prescription today, with Dad.
..little Mother looks as though she has colour to her cheeks.
..little Mother sounds much better: she's hardly coughing and doesn't squeak.
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..and I'm sleeping better.
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I'm so glad she's doing better =)
yays im hapy shes better and inturn your better babe love yas
she said: "yo, what's up?!
I answered: "prices, all the time. thankfully I have a travel pass. makes travelling to Liverpool easier."
yep .. off to voluntary work soon, on a hot day.
On a very warm day, I don’t know who had their time wasted there more, her or me.
I’d had 20 minutes allocated, as I learnt two-thirds of the way through my interview when the interviewer was told ‘your next is downstairs.’
..she hadn’t even seemed interested in my C.V., just what was the nearest option available to my needs. Not a job, another course.
..then again, it was supposed to be ‘my’ Option decider interview.
Needless to say, an Action Plan was drawn up.
..when she started scratching, I asked if the headache was down to me.
“No, hayfever.” She’d assured me. But, it may have explained the young ladies complete lack of interest in me, as a person.
..towards the end she had asked, “have you any question?”
Well, after seeing much of the associated paperwork, I asked, “Why are these thing’s all the same?” Needless to say, there was no answer, to that.
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Got home to enjoy some sun in the back garden, before toddling off to voluntary work.
..had to sign on this morning, wearing a jacket very loose, to shpow the chest hair and Akh.. gawd it's warm.
..had to sign on today, as tomorrow it's the pre-op, for the left hand.. blech.
..trudged to the doctors for my represcription and a pee-pot, for my pre-operative assesment on Friday, only to learn that Dad had already picked up my Mum's prescription.
Like .. er, we were given communicative skills years ago .. and some people still refuse to use em..
..anyway's, like yesterday, this was a sunny Spring day. Dad called it Summer. He could have been right. I hope not.
..Got some gardening done for little Mother and got a letter off, to my penfriend in the US forces, in training.
Having enjoyed the last few days, I had to pay for it. I did so today.. the printer and the scanner don't/or, didn't seem to like one another: and as I tried to work through the problem, I went through loads of paper. It was only when I went next door and borrow some, that my little Mother remembered that I had some leftover from Christmas.
..now as she is getting much better, what does it take to get my Mum out of the hous, with Dad? It takes our dentist going private and them going to register with another.
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I got up early to register myself, then they went andfrom what I've heard, half of the former dentists clientele have moved.
... writing, like poetry, is about the human condition, as you're aware.. but that also includes those quiet, introspective moments. of that I'm sure.
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.. I used to draw. now I write down the pictures I see.
Between showers, I thoroughly cleaned the windows and ggot the back lawn done, slicing two fingers, quite badly, as I cleaned the shears. The bloodflow wasn’t too severe, though boy, did it sting. Pity was not having much time for VR this evening.
I haveta be up early.
My dentists gone private: so I want to find an alternative, asap. That means, being up early.. besides which.. There's also shopping for the Mother to do.
Thinking of Doctor Who at The Cavern, I am slowly writing up the day, as a lot happened; yet I had to temper how many I took, as I only had two smallish memory cards, I’d lent Karl mine for his holiday. Thankfully, one of the two was a 128
I started the day, making sandwiches for lunch, then spending ages on the station, as there was a delay on the line, during which time, spring rain fell and a thunder storm appeared briefly overhead. The weather was on-and-off, all day.
When I got to the station, the exit was closed, so I had to use the old one, a tunnel, through to Water Street, that seems to wind on interminably, all tiles and off cream.
I got there about ten minutes after the start: and after I’d collared a young lady to take my photo, as I walked to the venue.
There were several Daleks on display and I got to see the Doctors Colin Baker and Peter Davidson and a favourite assistant, Nicola Bryant; and two writers, I admire, Terrence Dicks and Barry Letts.
There was even a David Tennant look-alike there, with a far better temperament, than the one who showed up at last years event.
It was an awesome day and although I’ve seen some of the pics, there's loads more photo's to look at, on the other memory card.
after tallking with 'teach' andf trying to see why she gets so irked with those who acquire copyrighted material, a thought occured to me ~
copyright doesn't concern me.. if people can't do what I can do.. and claim my work as theirs.. they then have to prove they can..
..and only I can.
Went to the Spar with my Dad in the morning, an interesting experience to say the very least and as I noticed last time I went with him, a suitable place to meet ladies, hence for appearance sake alone, I had a shave and wore smart casual wear. I’m glad I did actually, as I ran into a young lady I use to go the school with, a thousand years ago in Secondary School. That was interesting.
Irksome were things not being where they had been just two weeks ago. It was also the ignorance of others shoppers with their own trolley’s. Swear down, has no-one ever heard the words ‘please’ and ‘thank you’??
Once everything was packed away at home I decided to do the chore set for me, once the weather was good: cut the short privet hedge out front, with it’s first cut of the year. It needed a really heavy cut back, toward the top and was back-breaking work.
Once I’d finished, there was the clean-up to do. Again it was back-breaking.
But, having finished it and watered the front lawn, I felt more than happy with my work. And, the money I’d earned will be useful for Sunday.
..it was a good evening tonight.
..no ‘on top’ drunks, no rowdies and people helped me clean up.
..And even said it was cool we were there. How good is that?
..the on the train, on the way home, I met the theatre director from last week, ‘tis Carla.
..Nice looking, with good conversation.
..What more could you ask on your way home??
..though she's still coughing badstyle, Mothers slept well for two days.. so I've slept well, for two days. so I'm smiling.
..she's got the hairdresser coming round. And,that says something!
..Besides, she's getting attention: that and the hairstyle, are as much a medicine, as anything else right now.
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...yeah, so I slept well, it's sunny & I have volunatry work.
...and yesterday, a pretty thing showed me with hugs and smiles, how pleased she was to see me. So, I'm feelin good!
Went travelling to friends last night, my last port of call being Pete and Vicky’s, with whom I’m going to ‘Doctor Who at The cavern’ with on this Sunday.
Well, on the way to theirs, I called on Simon, Vicky’s brother.
Listening to me talk with a lot of enthusiasm for the convention, he turned, smiled and said: “..you going to give K-9 a bone?”
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