tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106567322024-03-13T10:03:17.229-04:00Something under the bed is droolingLet's see about that, shall we.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.comBlogger492125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-22078783511251166582018-02-22T08:42:00.002-05:002018-02-22T08:42:52.951-05:00So it doesn't beginSo I tried to do squats this morning. Because of a disease I have*, my body grows bone-like things on the muscle of my left thigh, which makes it easier and easier, and mostly unnecessary, to find excuses not to work out, like, ever.
But sometimes, I don't know, call it peer pressure, call it the stupid notion that it would be nice to be healthy in my old age, I give it the old college try. It'sannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1202281617838100702018-02-16T08:48:00.003-05:002018-02-16T09:13:20.043-05:00Hey guys...
Listen, it's either writing or actually taking care of actual business, and I'm lazy as shit.
This has been a very complicated three years. (Yes, I realize I haven't been on here for waaay more, but the past three years have given me a surprisingly energetic ass-whooping, and I'm only now starting to feel like I may in fact be able to crawl out of that particular hole.)
I've missed this.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-73866519308605210812010-07-05T12:01:00.004-04:002010-07-05T12:21:36.239-04:00Creative outlets, take 666Hello Hello ello lo o So. One more notch on my failure belt, eh. Here's the thing. Fence set up a forum, for readers and lovers and purchasers and downloaders of books, and there's a little niche for fiction as well, and i think i may use that if inspiration ever strikes. HA! As. If.So i'm just going to officially abandon this*. I'll be there, i'm on Flickr, on Twitter, on Facebook and on annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-37772437032980858182010-05-08T01:10:00.000-04:002010-05-09T01:10:17.756-04:00I have excuses!I've missed you, blog! Many a time, i've even had ideas! And then they were gone. Let's blame visiting friends, work, life, the universe and pretty much nothing, shall we?Things are going about as well as an arranged marriage between a megalomaniac president and a power-hungry model-turned-singer (there may be extra dashes here. I like dashes, i don't care.).I kinda feel like whining whining annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1026729837204626952010-03-08T23:13:00.003-05:002010-03-08T23:32:50.836-05:00Attack of the craziesSo i've made my craziest decision yet. After getting roundhouse-kicked in the stomach and spat in the face one too many times by the very people to whom i owe my presence in the New World, i have decided, if the bureaucratic process works out, to accept the mostly uncertain future (and i quote: "i can't guarantee that you'll be able to pay the bills, much less the rent") that a pretty prestigiousannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-47648730076642170832010-03-03T19:57:00.002-05:002010-03-03T23:37:54.192-05:00Commuter's rageRight. I know i'm broaching a topic i've broached before, and I know i'm an impatient cow, and i KNOW i have a serious anger management problem.Actually that's not true. My anger management is top notch. My inner Patrick Bateman is thriving, that's how good my anger management is: my Patrick Bateman is still INNER.However repetitive and redundant i might be, the great truth is: i repeat because annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-18486741314949703312010-03-01T20:15:00.003-05:002010-03-01T21:03:00.521-05:00Blinky blinkyI'm having a sort of staring contest with the page screen. It's been going on for almost 24 hours. As far as staring contests go, it's probably a record (it is! in fact).Considering that, in those 24 hours, i have, in no particular order other than alphabetical, gone on cigarette-break walks, got dressed, left the state to go to work, "made" "food", reentered the state to go to physical therapy,annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-44538646348596204562010-02-28T08:00:00.002-05:002010-02-28T08:08:33.443-05:00The times, they are not a-changing all that muchHa HA freaking HA. It's like i have Tourette's of the blog, kinda. No manifestation in forever -- in such a long time that you forget you even have the damn thing, in fact. And then, out of the mothercrying blue, without any discernible triggering factor, an "episode".Yep.So let's not even pretend i'm back, cause i've played that particular card before and the only thing it's done is left me annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-75729010236781625752009-03-12T00:47:00.000-04:002009-03-12T00:47:47.493-04:00The queen bee wins! Again!You know, it feels pretty nice to be "back" - however long this particular streak is going to be, no one knows, but one thing's certain: Blogger breeds more familiarity than Facebook.Isn't it funny how we always gripe about high school "friends" and family and workmates, and yet we rush to reconnect with those very same people, with shrieks so high-pitched it's a wonder there aren't more dogs on annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-77095901816540282502009-03-07T18:10:00.000-05:002009-03-07T18:22:55.932-05:00Call it an itch that needed to be scratched.I may or may not be back, but i felt like writing something. In fact, i've felt like writing for a long time now, but kept chickening out. And with good reason, it turns out: after giving this link to a friend of mine, i went back and re-read some of the stuff i'd posted*.You mad people you. Were you that bored that you kept coming for more? The crap annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-84192040301757965392007-12-12T01:10:00.000-05:002007-12-12T07:10:44.603-05:00OK, here goes. I need a do-over on this thing. I miss the writing, and I have an inkling that this place is just "before", "now" should be something else.In around a week, I should be living somewhere a little (a lot?) more permanent, which, even though I hate the idea of leaving the area I'm in right now (but I guess that's what being a grown-up is all about, right? you do NOT in fact get to do annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-38833374481036808542007-10-14T10:52:00.002-04:002007-10-14T11:43:06.622-04:00"Cheese-eating surrender monkeys"*So we kind of made fools of ourselves. Was to be expected, really.Funny to watch it in NYC, where we couldn't find a good place to be - one pub (Kinsale Tavern, and that's NO advertisement) wanted $20 a pop to get access to the big screen, and the other one, 40 blocks down, was packed to the gills. So we stood outside on the sidewalk, with loads of other people, among which two English guys (annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-53448973474746758142007-09-18T01:27:00.000-04:002007-09-18T07:28:18.496-04:00You see, it's like this. I'll start writing something, look something up on the internet to avoid making a complete arse of meself, and thank gawd, 'cause then I'll realise the whole premise of that particular post was completely wrong wrong WRONG, and then that'll throw me off the writing track for, like, ever.It seems I just can't be arsed these days. Also, it seems I love the word "arse". annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-19143584306391367412007-08-26T23:14:00.000-04:002007-08-27T06:56:18.269-04:00Whaaaa's wroooongggg????Something's just not right here. No idea what is is, but something is. And it's killiiiiiiing me. And yes, I'll keep writing just like thaaaat, because that is exactly how I want to be taaaaalking right now, except no one is around to listeeeeeeen.The weekend was boozy. Very boozy. Good boozy. Maybe it's all related. Then again, maybe not. I guess we'll never know.Anyway. I've been accused of annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-88427720187296729032007-08-15T06:13:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:13:43.116-04:00Little bit of an update crisisWhat, already? Yes. Deal.It's a bit hectic at work, which is nice but got real old, real fast. Still, it's nice. But old. But ni... yeah, you get it.I had my first actual political talk with people of the American persuasion today - I guess you can take the girl out of France, but you can't really take France out of the girl...It ended up in me throwing my hands up in the air and abandoning all annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-18605747905881204342007-08-12T16:30:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:08:24.871-04:00How do you tell someone you're sorry?Sure you can buy them a diamond necklace, but I like to think there's more than money involved between you and me. right?Plus it wasn't really my fault anyway - there's just no internet cafe anywhere in this town. City? I think we should redefine the concept of city/town. Surely in this day and age, internet cafes are the new cathedral, right? So if you can't find an internet cafe within 5 weeks,annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-62640439131594295632007-06-01T18:22:00.000-04:002007-06-01T18:23:53.218-04:00Whip... Whip... Whip...That title here was for all the googlers who strangely land here looking for some sort of deviance.As if.Talking about titles, the previous one was a premonition of sorts, wasn't it. Almost two months. Wow. Which cunningly brings me to the current title, as it's all the apology you'll be getting, but believe me when I say it's heartfelt (seriously, though, thank you all for worrying. And I have annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-24360166871526773892007-04-05T02:03:00.000-04:002007-04-05T02:04:11.404-04:00Let's try and break a recordLet's see just how far I can go along the "sad and pathetic" scale - without even being prompted.I have a tenant! Well, they haven't signed yet, but let's not stop at such paltry details. (and don't any of you dare warn me about crowing early or some sort.)The stuff that I put on eBay got some bids before I had to withdraw it because said tenants wanted to keep it!I feel validated.People like me.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-78687358531827543882007-04-01T18:06:00.000-04:002008-12-09T19:48:13.212-05:00What an obese woman wants...Eddie Murphy grants.There's no cellulite on those thighs, no siree!annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-91377696615657464132007-03-28T18:57:00.001-04:002007-03-28T18:57:50.135-04:00"If certain British doctors hadn't asked "What is this fungus?", we wouldn't have penicillin today"In the Muslim world, they have what's called the Hand of Fatima, supposed to keep the evil eye away - and you're never supposed to say that things are good, because that's bound to attract that bastard evil eye, envious bugger that it is.I've had a Hamsa pendant for many years, but I haven't worn it very often. Lately, with everything going so well, I thought I should wear it again, considering annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-80364803529627318292007-03-26T06:39:00.001-04:002007-03-26T06:39:25.540-04:00Numb3rsTime I finally went to sleep last night: around 3:00 a.m.Time I woke up for good this morning: 7:30 a.m.Number of times I woke up in-between: 500 zillion.Number of expense-related phone calls I've made so far today: around 11Number of flatshare ads I've replied to so far: 5,017Number of flat viewings secured: 0Number of hefty cheques I've signed so far today: 3Number of boxes packed over the annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-17008187588110496072007-03-19T18:45:00.001-04:002007-03-19T18:45:47.281-04:00What happens when you let go of your principles...?You win completely undeserved money, is what.So far, 2007 is proving to be one incredibly good year for me. This feels both long overdue and incredibly scary: I'm now waiting for the proverbial sword to fall right on my unsuspecting brow.Although, considering I'm waiting for it, I guess my brow would have to be incredibly low to be unsuspecting, at this point. But I digress.I'm still waiting for annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-19276140905882258342007-03-12T17:55:00.000-04:002007-03-12T18:08:27.368-04:00Bad mother, bad!Decisions have been made. Sacrifices even.There are around 400 books in this flat, about 320 of which are going to have be left behind to make space for other, more "important" stuff so I don't have to sell a kidney before I leave to pay for their transport.I feel like I'm abandoning my children.No, I don't really, but did that feel dramatic enough?To be completely honest (and am I ever anything annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-2781711114204761572007-03-04T18:48:00.000-05:002007-03-04T18:50:17.981-05:00Whoa... So many changes, so little timeRight. First things first. Honestly, I like old. And I don't like being bullied. And it does feel like I've just been bullied into updating to the new Blogger version. Which, by the by, looks ugly.I didn't want to change to the new Blogger. I'm annoyed.OK, now that's out of the way and, possibly, my system... I've just booked (not paid yet: baby steps...) a one-way ticket to the city that never annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172564589215624262007-02-28T18:11:00.000-05:002007-02-28T18:20:33.056-05:00Books - or how to admit your shame in oh so many waysGot this from Jen (and she didn't even tag me, how weird am I?), who got it from Krissa, who got it from... funny, uh, memes start much the same way as epidemics. Hmmm.Right. Here it goes.Italicized = books you want to readBold = books you've readStrike = books you wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole or wish you hadn't* = never heard of it+ = on your shelf+1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)+2. annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0