tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-106567322011-09-25T18:24:46.772-04:00Let's see about that, shall we.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.comBlogger4901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-73866519308605210812010-07-05T12:01:00.004-04:002010-07-05T12:21:36.239-04:00

Hello 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-37772437032980858182010-05-08T01:10:00.000-04:002010-05-09T01:10:17.756-04:00

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-1026729837204626952010-03-08T23:13:00.003-05:002010-03-08T23:32:50.836-05:00

So 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 prestigious

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-47648730076642170832010-03-03T19:57:00.002-05:002010-03-03T23:37:54.192-05:00

Right. 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-18486741314949703312010-03-01T20:15:00.003-05:002010-03-01T21:03:00.521-05:00

I'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-44538646348596204562010-02-28T08:00:00.002-05:002010-02-28T08:08:33.443-05:00

Ha 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-75729010236781625752009-03-12T00:47:00.000-04:002009-03-12T00:47:47.493-04:00

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-77095901816540282502009-03-07T18:10:00.000-05:002009-03-07T18:22:55.932-05:00

Call 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-84192040301757965392007-12-12T01:10:00.000-05:002007-12-12T07:10:44.603-05:00

OK, 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

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-53448973474746758142007-09-18T01:27:00.000-04:002007-09-18T07:28:18.496-04:00

You 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-19143584306391367412007-08-26T23:14:00.000-04:002007-08-27T06:56:18.269-04:00

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-88427720187296729032007-08-15T06:13:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:13:43.116-04:00

What, 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-18605747905881204342007-08-12T16:30:00.000-04:002007-08-15T00:08:24.871-04:00

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-62640439131594295632007-06-01T18:22:00.000-04:002007-06-01T18:23:53.218-04:00

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-24360166871526773892007-04-05T02:03:00.000-04:002007-04-05T02:04:11.404-04:00

Let'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-78687358531827543882007-04-01T18:06:00.000-04:002008-12-09T19:48:13.212-05:00

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

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-80364803529627318292007-03-26T06:39:00.001-04:002007-03-26T06:39:25.540-04:00

Time 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-17008187588110496072007-03-19T18:45:00.001-04:002007-03-19T18:45:47.281-04:00

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-19276140905882258342007-03-12T17:55:00.000-04:002007-03-12T18:08:27.368-04:00

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-2781711114204761572007-03-04T18:48:00.000-05:002007-03-04T18:50:17.981-05:00

Right. 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-1172564589215624262007-02-28T18:11:00.000-05:002007-02-28T18:20:33.056-05:00

Got 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.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172561944155347422007-02-27T02:35:00.000-05:002007-02-27T02:39:04.180-05:00

There it was - the ultimate proof that life had obviously chosen her as its personal scapegoat, the butt of all its practical jokes, its own life-size (no pun intended of course) punching bag.For years Natalie had wondered what exactly her purpose was in this world. Fall guy, it seemed. And no Lee Majors around, either.She'd thought the whole vicious cycle was over when she'd met Sean. Everything

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1172046705188036362007-02-21T03:29:00.000-05:002007-02-21T03:31:45.293-05:00

Or, I think I'm gonna make out with George Clooney in the not-too-distant future - not sure.It's so typical - read so unbelievably annoying, yet so very flattering, while at the same time very unsettling, especially if you, like me, are utterly disorganized - judge for yourselves.So I have the job. They'll be starting the visa process now.See, I have been trying to escape France's legendary tax

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1171449098732121752007-02-14T05:28:00.000-05:002007-02-14T06:49:32.503-05:00

Yeah. I really wanted to write something about Valentine's Day.Mostly because I'd hate people to think that I'm cynical and bitter without even giving them any proof of this.And then I got up -- quite late, but I don't really mind that these days, considering I supposedly have a job lined up -- thought "funny, my prospective employers still haven't rung me back about my feeble attempt at

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1171012654969545152007-02-09T04:13:00.001-05:002007-02-09T04:17:34.993-05:00

Do not, ever, ask when the good news will stop. It is bound to come to a screeching halt against (into?) a tree by the side of the road.Things are still looking good (I think...) re my upcoming Mary Tyler Moore impersonation (we shall call it that from now on - let's all thank Alan), but everything else, oh. my. god.That metro car squat I was mentioning the other day? It's looking increasingly

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1170767622509108352007-02-06T08:12:00.000-05:002007-02-06T08:13:42.530-05:00

I'm two! Today!And that makes two posts in two days!Will the good news ever stop?!Anyways...

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1170635025674476492007-02-04T19:22:00.000-05:002007-02-04T19:23:45.816-05:00

It's currently being eaten alive by a giant ulcer from out of space. Yeah, OK, not really. But that's certainly what it feels like anyway (like you didn't know that complaining about things blown completely out of proportion was my thing...)Here's the news - and I'm going to just go and throw caution to the wind here. Apparently, one of my numerous applications has finally been accepted, and I'll

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1169641741007248702007-01-24T07:27:00.000-05:002007-01-24T07:29:01.216-05:00

Things may be about to change around here. And by "here" I mean my life - the template of the blog has held so far despite the extreme neglect, I'm sure it'll last a while longer.Not sure how happy that makes me either. Not the fact that I'm keeping the blog template, you understand, the fact that the times, they are a-changing.Funny how one can get used to being stuck in a rut, and when things

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1168976990038286742007-01-16T14:49:00.000-05:002007-01-16T14:50:30.900-05:00

Hey there. Yeah, just like Lazarus (also the Creature, but moving on).OK, first things first. May 2007 be as fan-fucking-tastic to you as my health has been incredibly rotten to me lately. And I mean that with every altruistic fiber in my rapidly decomposing body.Just in case the previous sentences don't mean squat, as I strongly suspect they do ('nt?) - and also because I really want, nay need,

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1166596568847100222006-12-20T01:35:00.000-05:002006-12-20T04:05:03.776-05:00

Right, OK, well, hmmm, let's face the music here, shall we. I have a crick in my neck the size of... my neck really; Christmas is approaching fast and I'm, gasp, kind of looking forward to it; and although my smooth love affair with sleep seems to be continuing, it's of the brief and intense kind, seeing as I only sleep about 5 hours a night these days - and clearly, when you're making up for

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1166003621954172582006-12-13T04:53:00.000-05:002006-12-13T04:56:58.863-05:00

All right then, second tag... The culprit is Kyknoord, and I'm not sure which meme I'm supposed to... answer? do? execute? so... in a Christmas-miracle sort of spirit, I'll be... answering? doing? executing? both.I know. I'm a pushover, let's leave it at that.The dinner party - it's always the same quandary, isn't it. Who makes the list, who doesn't, and where are we sure to meet the best

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1165795312848796472006-12-10T19:18:00.000-05:002006-12-10T19:16:07.576-05:00

It's been a while. Hello, my name is anne, and I'm a lapsed blogger.In order to ease my way back gently into the sacred art of posting, I'm going to stand proud before the world and clamor "I've been tagged" - twice, in fact, and oh hey, that'll be two posts taken care of already.First tag was by Alan, and it was a long time ago.Ten Things I'll Never Do.Are you afraid? Good.1. I'll never watch

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1164584338010502122006-11-26T18:38:00.000-05:002006-11-26T18:38:58.030-05:00

Don't wanna, not gonna.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1164150610722021732006-11-21T18:02:00.000-05:002006-11-21T18:11:02.966-05:00

The work situation is busy, people. Busy busy busy. Busy.And right now, I'm spending way too much time in front of my computer, which, ungrateful bugger that it is, is sending all sorts of noxious waves to my brain by way of my left eye.Not in the best of conditions to write raving lunatic mad... stuff, then, except maybe in a stream-of-consciousness type of way, and frankly, consciousness is not

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1163979791485053292006-11-19T18:55:00.000-05:002006-11-19T19:03:43.336-05:00

A guy I didn't know raced me today while I was walking my butt off and my calf muscles into a painful lactic episode on my belated way to a movie.Could that sentence be any more complicated?I won.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1163715989780768352006-11-16T18:21:00.000-05:002006-11-16T18:28:56.160-05:00

George Clooney has regained the place that is rightfully his at the firmament of the world's sexiest guys. At long last.I mean, come on people now. Jude Law? Johnny Depp? (I'm still reserving judgement about Matthew McConaughey. (Or spreading my options, I'm not completely sure.))Then again, the good people at People Magazine (how not to make that redundant? I'm confused) seem to make it a habit

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1163547943520284402006-11-14T18:38:00.000-05:002006-11-14T18:52:01.123-05:00

Because if it indeed was Wednesday, then my ironclad willpower and discipline would insist that I write something - when I don't have much to tell, really, apart from the fact that I'm stuck on a Sudoku puzzle that resists so hard that it wouldn't be out of place in the French maquis. And try as I might to blame the numbers, the stupid buggers will not cower in fear before my ire. Mighty

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1163373805583403122006-11-12T18:29:00.000-05:002006-11-12T18:38:59.316-05:00

Saturday night, three of my friends were coming over for dinner and a DVD session. On the menu, cheese soufflé and "its" green salad, and lemon meringue pie.Yes, all of this does, in fact, go well together, shut up. And that's not the point of my impending tirade, stop judging.Soufflé and meringue. What to these two dishes have in common, apart from an apparent difficulty that is in fact, sheer

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1163116207040637882006-11-09T18:42:00.000-05:002006-11-09T18:54:39.856-05:00

We've determined that try as I might, I'm never going to be an Oscar-winning actress. It's also been asserted that winning the lottery is not on the cards for me. So I wonder... How on earth am I going to get to the lifestyle of the rich and mighty that is rightfully mine? Yes, rightfully. You see, I'm a bit like Cinderella's poorer sister, but there's not a fairy in sight, if you discount my

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1162942492653006992006-11-07T18:27:00.000-05:002006-11-07T18:34:52.796-05:00

I am ill. Again. Yes, again.If things go on like this, I might have to consider giving up the cigarettes for good. Plus, I have this fabulous new red wooly jumper that keeps leaving unpleasant fluff on my butts - my cigarette butts, I'm just not flexible enough to check my rear end for fluff. This whole sentence is wrong on so many levels that I might just keep going down that particular track

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1162771467214703752006-11-05T19:28:00.000-05:002006-11-05T19:41:02.656-05:00

Either fashion has an extremely quick turnover rate, or I'm stuck in a very bizarre, and not a little scary, time warp. Allow me to explain. This weekend, I saw things that I thought only happened - nay, that should only ever happen off Broadway, in a production of Hairspray that would make John Waters have a tiny orgasm. Beehives that had so much Elnett in them that I could feel the ozone hole

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1162287274660345612006-11-01T19:01:00.000-05:002006-11-01T19:08:16.256-05:00

Let me tell you a little story.Once upon a time, there was a girl who wasn't so fond of attending weddings. One year, as luck would have it, she was invited to a wedding that, try cunningly though she did, she couldn't wriggle her way out of. Luckily, she was able to go with a couple of friends.Once they'd finally managed to wind their way out of the usual pre-weekend traffic jams, the drive to

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1162287732629926382006-10-31T04:36:00.000-05:002006-10-31T04:45:38.950-05:00

My Internet service provider and its hotline technicians can all take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut, preferably in space, preferably without any sort of oxygen source, preferably while an Alien is hatching somewhere close.Hello people, I'm back, and I'm in a bad mood.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1161902236037891112006-10-27T03:33:00.000-04:002006-10-27T03:40:41.560-04:00

Damn, I can't remember! My fingers have been poised over the keyboard for, like, ever... or two minutes, but two minutes can feel like an eternity when you're dying for the loo. Right?Anyway, I can't remember the important topic I had picked for today's endeavour. And it was important, I swear. Not like Wednesday's... debate. Wow, that went well... The good thing is the response was

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1161727865381869062006-10-24T18:04:00.000-04:002006-10-25T03:37:11.586-04:00

Hello people... she says with her most engaging smile. How are you all doing on this fine grey and crisp day*?I need your opinion on something. I mean "need", as in "will stop breathing until I actually get your opinion" kind of slightly tantrumy need, but need nonetheless. Now is the time to start using that comments link until it fades into the background, because I would very much appreciate a

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1161552522075188452006-10-22T18:06:00.000-04:002006-10-22T18:19:28.373-04:00

All right, my brother's been a dad for a week, so let's take a moment to celebrate this tiny wee new (and really, honestly, unbiasedly gorgeous) life.Done? OK then. Let's not get too carried away here. Remember we're all about restraint on this site.Rather, let's move swiftly on to feeling sorry for me-me-me. Because let's face it, that's why this thing exists, isn't it? ("This thing" referring

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1161320080838639362006-10-20T00:49:00.000-04:002006-10-20T01:04:03.326-04:00

For the love of all that is holy, please make the spinning stop!It's like this. It's 6:00 am, and I've been awake for about an hour now. Don't believe what the time stamp says, it'll probably have taken me a very long time to write what's about to spew forth from my brain and build semi-coherent sentences with it.Yes, I was out last night - on a school night, I know... naughty - and I think I'm

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160604549639059122006-10-18T02:00:00.000-04:002006-10-19T12:37:50.286-04:00

Now you do.Wednesday next, be in Paris. One of my friends is playing his very funky* music at 9 Billards, in the 11th arrondissement. And it's free. So really, you have no reason whatsoever not to splurge on that plane ticket you've been dying to book anyway. (And I'll be taking names.)* Funky is a word I loosely use to describe any music I like. The words true musicians such as himself use are "

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160939429782166312006-10-15T16:36:00.000-04:002006-10-15T16:44:45.376-04:00

One wedding down, one to go.Boy was I tempting fate with Friday's post - and not in a good way.To recap. No hired job - just more assignments. No lottery win, which, I guess, makes it a net loss. And of course no man.Although it must be that I'm too picky, because I almost scored on the way back from the wedding.At 3:30 am—yeah, the dinner and party were fun. The wedding mass was lovely until the

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160645176309460782006-10-13T01:06:00.000-04:002006-10-13T01:12:58.963-04:00

I'm about to sign a contract for the job I always wanted.Also, I'm meeting someone tonight.My lonely jobless days are finally over.And if my calculations are right, the lottery is mine, mine, MINE, mwahaha!It's Friday the 13th, people. Surely today, luck will be on my side, no?

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160503477798913492006-10-10T17:20:00.000-04:002006-10-10T17:27:31.216-04:00

Not the one I killed, though - there's that to be thankful for, I guess.It's a funny thing. You know how I'm slowly getting ready to be a successful freelance translator in Paris, seeing as I can't get a job as a staff translator anywhere else... I'm not exactly looking for assignments - because looking for a job is a full-time one, isn't it... - but when I'm phoned, I'll usually choose to accept

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160117662814698622006-10-08T18:49:00.000-04:002006-10-08T19:11:51.780-04:00

Please don't let me reproduce.The world's stupidest fly has taken up residence at my house. Seriously - the world's stupidest fly. It just keeps flying into me, even though I keep swatting at it, and it keeps missing the windows I leave wide open for it.It's also the world's most stubborn fly: it has decided to stay whatever I do to make it leave, force it to leave, cajole it into leaving, bash

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1160084914659367702006-10-05T17:59:00.000-04:002006-10-08T19:00:03.256-04:00

Yeah, I'm nothing if not repetitive.Something's wrong with me. We're not on the job-hunting front anymore, here, although predictably, the above-mentioned (below? logic dictates 'below'. Screw logic, I say.) people did not call back, but I'm past caring that something might be wrong with them too...We - and by we, I mean I, because that is the beauty of the blog: you cannot interrupt me - are

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1159736275311083412006-10-01T18:46:00.000-04:002006-10-01T18:58:35.326-04:00

It is entirely possible that I have finally cracked the secret to a successful job interview. Of course everybody had it cracked before me, but what can I say, I'm slow.So, anyway, apparently the trick is not to give a fuck. In fact, the less you care about the job that you're being interviewed for, the more likely it is that you'll be seriously considered. And therein lies the rub, doesn't it.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1159511667971743282006-09-29T02:27:00.000-04:002006-09-29T02:43:26.433-04:00

Sleep and I are finally reunited. It's been a week now, and I can't keep my hands off it. I don't know how I could live without it so long, because it's the only thing I'm interested in right now. I wake up in the morning (in the morning! not 'several times at night'!) and I think of joining it again the following night. I go to bed in the evening, and I marvel at the softness of my sheets.Yes,

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1159335621125211182006-09-27T01:31:00.000-04:002006-09-27T01:40:21.143-04:00

I am a great person.Yes.OK, so it's not really official, but I hereby proclaim that I am a great person, and surely that makes it official.Also, I'm a very tired person. I suspect this explains that - or vice versa.Also, after mulling this over for about 3 seconds, it transpires that I might not be quite that great after all.Damnation.Still, it's good to be deluded every now and again. Not only

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1158944855162042072006-09-24T18:31:00.000-04:002006-09-24T18:50:51.096-04:00

My eye itches every now and again. When that happens, I usually rub it. As a rule of thumb (ta da...), I'll use my index finger. However, it sometimes strikes my fancy to use my pinky. Which, as is the case with everyone, I believe, is a lot smaller than my other fingers.The other day, my eye was itchy. Fancy struck, so I rubbed it with my pinky.Now is a good time for squeamish souls to look

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1158878108290255252006-09-21T18:28:00.000-04:002006-09-21T18:37:43.676-04:00

8:20 a.m., the phone rings, caller unknown. Now, class, what does this spell? Anyone? Anyone? Telemarketer. Or my mum, but she's learned not to call at such ridiculous times."hello my name is robert langdon* i work for bleuargh marketing company* would you mind answering a couple questions this won't take long" (audible lack of punctuation.)"(Chuckles (more like snorts) in an annoyed (and

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1158702002867619982006-09-19T18:03:00.000-04:002006-09-19T18:18:24.373-04:00

Yeah. Whatever, right?Hmmm.OK. I've calmed down a bit.So. Who's in for a huge big hearty laugh straight from the belly?You know the company that contacted me back in December, from a country that is never ever getting named on this site again? The company that made me take three tests, all of which I apparently passed? That made me sit two interviews, both of which were apparently conclusive?

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1158534832228127922006-09-17T19:06:00.000-04:002006-09-17T19:13:52.346-04:00

Yes, two weekends in a row, I know, deal with it.And just so we're clear, I know it might be annoying for you, but you really do have to realise how much fun it was for me.You may however take comfort in the fact that the weather was gorgeous only one day out of the two, that no excessive amount of beer was consumed, that no excessive amount of waffles was consumed, and that no amount of mussles

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1158184838869245912006-09-13T18:24:00.000-04:002006-09-13T18:30:47.416-04:00

Haven't talked about the building from hell for a while now, have I.Changes are afoot in the landlords' council, or whatever this thing is called. I for one am going to escape this thing soon, although they don't know that yet. It's a matter of life or death, or sanity, or something equally important like that, you understand. I fear they're trying to do me in. In fact, I believe they have

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1157980533404091802006-09-12T03:55:00.000-04:002006-09-12T04:44:36.120-04:00

Extortionate prices - check.Works complicating an already complicated underground network - check.A very cute hotel receptionist, who looks so young that you wonder whether talking to him qualifies as statutory rape - check.Blue skies and balmy temperatures the whole time - check.Indecent amounts of money spent on all those good book and DVD deals - check.Many a picture taken while my friend

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1157572672611227592006-09-06T18:16:00.000-04:002006-09-06T18:25:30.276-04:00

There is something deeply disturbing to waking up to absolute darkness, turning your head to check the time on your usually very bright digital clock, and being uncharacteristically met by more darkness.Yeah, OK, maybe not deeply disturbing, but I was hoping it would sound cool, in an "oh my god, some guy invaded her home and slashed all the wires and he's probably wearing night-vision goggles

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1157303812454460922006-09-05T02:03:00.000-04:002006-09-05T02:09:24.433-04:00

There can be no other explanation for this... complete, blatant, and absolutely outrageous injustice that is my life. None.You be the judge. Arrested Development is finally being shown on cable in France, on a channel that does not require paying too much money to get and that allows you to choose what language you want to watch (most) foreign (read US. And, if you're really really lucky, British

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1157139507470733032006-09-02T04:44:00.000-04:002006-09-03T08:25:43.216-04:00

Yes, this thing is slowly dying due to lack of care and general ill-treatment. Someone call the WSPCB before it's too late.Thing is, I'm up to my eyebrows in work, and although it's actually a very enjoyable translation, I'm not exactly in the mood for more computer usage after my ten hours' grind every day.However, due to the guilt that's been dogging me for a while, I'm using up precious

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1156718841859394532006-08-27T18:40:00.000-04:002006-08-27T18:47:22.273-04:00

As soon as he came to, Rafe started screaming for help. He yelled until his throat was raw, until his voice cracked, until he had no voice left. Fear was making him sick.How long had he been out? How late was it?He knew he’d hurt his leg when he’d fallen down the hole, but he didn’t dare reach down to find out how bad - as long as he couldn’t feel anything from the knee down, then he couldn’t

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1156370814899172162006-08-24T02:11:00.000-04:002006-08-24T02:19:44.626-04:00

Let's see if this works... Yeah, the words do appear and they seem to make sense.Hmmm. Not so much apparently, I typed "to make to make" and it took me a while before I realized that I was not, in fact, drunk and seeing things double, they were double.A-a-nyway. Things are just a little bit hectic these days, and I'm not good when things are hectic. I tend to not write anything because well,

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1155376693123106892006-08-13T09:50:00.000-04:002006-08-13T09:56:42.063-04:00

That is one reference that none of you will get (unless you were growing up in France in the mid-eighties? I didn't think so), but I like to retain some mystery. Ha. Ha. Ha.The meme monster has struck again, this time through Nome, who is apparently curious as to my musical tastes. She'd better gear up for a nasty shock - I'm hoping she'll be fine once she's read the answers. But she might need

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1155249600011427512006-08-10T18:34:00.000-04:002006-08-10T18:51:29.470-04:00

Really more on melon juice than on power, but what can I say, it sounded good. Didn't it? Didn't it?The power trip, if you really must know, came from my monthly walk to the post-office. August being what it is, it was almost empty: there was one person ahead of me in the queue. Now, that's really unheard of. Typically of course, there were more people manning the counters than at peak hours

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1155160734754976912006-08-09T17:53:00.000-04:002006-08-09T18:13:50.536-04:00

Ever noticed how, in the morass of set sentences that people will throw at you when they're at a loss as to what to say, one will shine through that is at least half-true? And how, if you look closely, this sentence may not, in fact, make sense?Take my personal favorite for instance: "it's when you're not looking that you'll find it". Wrong! If I'm not looking, I'll just miss it, won't I?!Or "the

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1154993925285894322006-08-07T19:34:00.000-04:002006-08-07T19:40:37.770-04:00

Dear [insert name of potential boss here],After reading your ad on [insert name of job forum here], I would like to submit my resume for your consideration, even though I'm not sure it will help my cause: it will tell you that I'm an English-French translator, hence that I should be able to write - who knows, though... -, but it won't really mention my passion for all things cinema, American

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1154677327130406342006-08-04T03:35:00.000-04:002006-08-04T03:42:07.933-04:00

August. We're in August.I know we've been in August for a couple days, thank you, but I've only just realized exactly what it implies.Paris is now deep in estination* (same as hibernation, except in the summer, and don't look it up, i don't think that word exists.) - half the shops are closed, half the people are gone, strangely though, the metros are as packed as ever. Also, it's cold. It took

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1154538159389179552006-08-02T18:55:00.000-04:002006-08-03T03:50:51.413-04:00

So I'm still as sane as I was before - or no more insane than... you get the gist.And you know why? Because this is the first class that I had to deal with on my trip back: no fancy lamp on/in the head rest, hardly any leg room, a bit of tomato stuck between the window and the air vent... Second class, then, except cheaper.I'm seriously considering asking for reimbursement.Also. If you think that

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1154038162917113922006-07-27T18:04:00.000-04:002006-07-27T18:09:23.543-04:00

My going to my parents' place for a few days today has led to a strange experience of how good and bad can balance each other out quite unexpectedly.I realized this morning with shock, horror, frustration that I was not, in fact, coming back on Monday, as I'd been telling everyone for a week, but on Tuesday. Evening. That may seem like a trifle to you, but you haven't lived with my parents (whom

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1153952414064125872006-07-26T18:14:00.000-04:002006-07-26T18:21:00.606-04:00

The wind, it very, very cool...! The thunder, it is scary...! The words, they are almost failing me...!People are staring out their windows at this little miracle! Seriously, the way the tenants all around the yard have opened their windows to look out, you'd think a flying saucer was landing. I don't care, as long as the aliens are friendly and the flames from the engine thingies don't bring

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1153862831997380132006-07-25T17:21:00.000-04:002006-07-25T17:28:39.440-04:00

And no, I'm not just talking about the heat. Although I could. But I'll spare you: my fan is working! How to confuse an already confused left-hander? Invert the screwing directions. That's really all it takes. But I made it! Granted, the fan makes slightly worrying sounds every now and then, but I'm hoping that if it falls apart while in operation, the blades will lose velocity before they attack

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1153564301692304692006-07-22T06:34:00.000-04:002006-07-22T06:58:42.660-04:00

Fence, bless her cheeky yet oblivious little soul, has tagged me.Let's get straight to it.I am thinking about…the heat. It's pervasive.I said…"bloody children" when they woke me up at way too early *cough nine cough* this morning.I want to…live in my fridge (the heat, it's pervasive - have I said that already?)I wish…I could unscrew the blade cap on my newly bought fan. Because until I do, I

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1153259369797075912006-07-18T18:20:00.000-04:002006-07-19T18:48:45.236-04:00

Don't get me started on the mosquitoes. For some reason, those little suckers seem to think that the fact that I'm leaving my windows open come evening - because, again, it's hot! - even though I know better than to switch my lamps on, is their cue to come in and perch on the ceiling, way out of my reach, threatening my sleep with their buzzing sound and their sucking little mouths, and no, none

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1153257383036457132006-07-18T17:11:00.000-04:002006-07-18T17:16:25.486-04:00

Up the mercury thingamajig, that is.It's so hot in Paris right now that even the inside of my flip-flops is hot.Whoa. I was going to write "the inside of my thongs" and realized in the nick of time just how horribly wrong that whole thing could have gone.I kid you not, though. My flip-flops are hot. And walking bare foot is not an option, even though part of the floor is tiles, because I'm

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152859507733442842006-07-14T02:40:00.000-04:002006-07-14T06:27:29.310-04:00

Hello, all of you people coming from your favorite search engine looking for "Zidane apology".You're not going to find it here, I'm afraid (although I can point you to a civilized debate there), but we do have a few songs that remain to be named, a couple of posts below. The two are completely unrelated, I'll grant you that. But the songs are there, and they're titleless, you can't deny that, can

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152729843971650752006-07-12T18:26:00.000-04:002006-07-12T18:32:01.773-04:00

I bought new shoes not long ago. I don't know, it was the sales, and I just splurged, shoes being only one of many items that I bought that day. And just to finish on this consumerist note, it felt good. Being self-employed is nice, but considering I'm not actively looking for gigs while I look for a job overseas (I blame a rare case of ADD), my finances aren't all that healthy. So going shopping

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152639890090263212006-07-11T18:17:00.000-04:002006-07-12T18:33:21.146-04:00

... and it's not like I'm bursting with things to say...OK. Dennis!, Alan, Fence, and ForgottenMachine have done their version. Crushed by peer pressure, I am now doing mine. Needless to say, I sucked eggs at that game, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't play...Now for the rules: I shuffle-played (making up words, me? Shut up, Sue Ellen, you're drunk.) my mp3 music and posted the first line of

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152223726231390852006-07-10T19:23:00.000-04:002006-07-10T19:34:07.636-04:00

All right, so we're not world champions, let's deal with it.Now to the interview. Well, it would be nothing short of a miracle if I got this job.First of all, the test. All IT and then some. So when they said "we want to interview you", I thought, man, that's it, I'm that good that I passed that one even though clearly I knew nothing.Well... no. The girl on the phone cleverly dropped DA bomb at

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152483275191936472006-07-09T18:09:00.000-04:002006-07-09T18:19:55.243-04:00

Bleuargh. There you go.Not only did Italy... Not only did Italy... nope, can't say it...But Zidane expelled...And ending on a f%#@ing penalty shoot-out...F%#@rhhhh%#@!!!Oh fuck it. Fuck. FUCK. There. Slightly better. Slightly.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152139086461613212006-07-05T18:33:00.000-04:002006-07-05T19:46:58.316-04:00

Hmmm. Not sure... This certainly wasn't the game I was expecting. Sure, we're through, so all's right with the world. But it is Italy we're talking about in the final, and unless we were trying to lure them into a false sense of security that we intend to shatter in spectacular fashion come the first minutes of the game Sunday evening, I shall be a bit worried. Have I mentioned that Italy cannot

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1152047753889029592006-07-04T17:11:00.000-04:002006-07-04T17:24:07.043-04:00

Today is the fifth day - and a bit - that I've been ill now, with a mother of a cold. And a very insistent one, that - typically, that only happens with germs and general nuisances - grew quite fond of me over a very brief period, apparently. Sort of like the Alex Forrest of colds, really. Well there ain't no rabbit for you to boil here, missy, no use outstaying your welcome.I'm not a very

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1151788384456301852006-07-01T17:28:00.000-04:002006-07-01T17:28:26.970-04:00

France beat Brazil. And they played really well (I think, but, hey, clearly, what do I know...?!). I can't show it that much because I'm ill and sofaridden, but I'm really quite happy inside.So I guess that means I've been owing Zidane an apology for a couple matches now. Here: sorry. There.Still. I was right about Domenech.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1151789235580914472006-07-01T17:25:00.000-04:002006-07-01T18:10:15.366-04:00

Because I need one.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1151183836888853792006-06-24T16:14:00.000-04:002006-06-24T18:16:04.426-04:00

If you haven't read Jenn's words, or seen her photos, you've been missing out - hugely. A beautiful mind, a beautiful young woman, a beautiful person.Jenn passed away Thursday night. There is nothing that can be said here that will ever make this even close to bearable. She was robbed of her whole life, her loved ones were robbed of her whole life.Jenn was one of the truly amazing people I am

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1149017009077060982006-06-16T06:50:00.000-04:002006-06-16T07:27:39.800-04:00

I was watching a documentary the other day, The Yes Men, about two guys trying to undermine the WTO from the inside - pretty funny, in a Michael-Moore sort of way - when suddenly, disaster struck.The translator doing the subtitles was obviously working straight from the video and didn't have a script. And when, at some point, one of the guys said something like "every columnist in the US", s/he

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1150237042944511232006-06-13T18:13:00.000-04:002006-06-13T18:30:10.183-04:00

Or a particularly nasty and vicious neurosis. Something.Apparently, I am, at certain times, hypersensitive to sound. All sorts of sound. Especially the disbelievingly non-stop PA announcements or whatever they're called that they were killing me slowly with on the train.They were telling us that we were going to be 35 minutes late. Now that's annoying but we can deal with it like adults, I'm

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1149798770626773492006-06-08T16:31:00.000-04:002006-06-08T16:32:50.643-04:00

You know what, it's kind of hard to write anything when Blogger is so obviously up the proverbial creek without its trusted cyber paddle.Even if I did think of something funny to write about - which I don't, so don't hold your breath here, 'cause, well... you'd die - the fifteen minutes and four refreshes it takes for each page to load up on my screen before I even make it to the "new post"

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1149200876973214222006-06-01T18:24:00.000-04:002006-06-01T18:46:31.516-04:00

A funny thing happened yesterday. Not funny strange, funny ha ha. Well, not really funny ha ha, more like I-really-want-to-rip-your-bloody-throat-open-with-my-nails-bitten-raw funny.You see, the people I'm talking to about a potential job are dangling the opportunity in front of me, but they have perfected the "tantalisingly close" thing to a work of art. So yes, but not quite. Or maybe but we're

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1149029897932161212006-05-30T18:54:00.000-04:002006-05-30T18:58:17.950-04:00

Not quite fully "back" in Paris yet, so Voice of a City got a sort of a half-cooked rant, and you get a sort of a mumble.But you know you're my favorite child, don't you.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1148504414196435492006-05-24T18:09:00.000-04:002006-05-24T18:12:53.186-04:00

Today is Towel Day.Do Douglas Adams proud and carry one around with you all day, why don't you. It might not give you the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, but, should the planet come to an untimely demise today, you'll find it can come in very handy indeed.Now have a good weekend, everyone.

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1148251071070057952006-05-23T18:33:00.000-04:002006-05-23T18:58:06.810-04:00

Things are a bit all over the place right now, hence the temporary silence (enjoy it while it lasts, though. Or hopefully you enjoyed it while it lasted. Whatever...). Plus I'm nursing a right arm that decided to simply quit on me over the weekend, and it turns out that my right arm, even though I'm left-handed, is evidently a lot more useful to me than I ever thought, seeing as I couldn't do

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1147991792355842882006-05-18T19:07:00.000-04:002006-05-18T19:16:51.083-04:00

It's better to have been drunk and be home when the wind's blowing like mad than to be sober and out (when the wind's blowing...). No?That's what I thought.Also, and let's be serious here for a couple of seconds. Are there any restaurant managers among you? Well, you listen very carefully, people. Cockroaches. They don't look too good in restaurants. I'm just saying. Especially when they're huge

annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08734374991569484126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10656732.post-1146999677033416882006-05-17T19:28:00.000-04:002006-05-17T19:32:18.440-04:00

So... The Cannes Festival started tonight, The Da Vinci Code is about to hit the entire planet, and I'm already sick of it.It's so unfair that, having only just escaped Tom Cruise, we now find ourselves at Tom Hanks' mercy... The thing is, I'm probably going to go see it. I'm weak that way. And let's face it, it's not like I'm overbusy these days.But how many unsubtitled Uzbek films will I then

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