Is this racism if... Yes, nowadays we all ask ourselves that once in a while. Time to put a simple answer to it.
Probably not actually, but we're made to feel that way.
Let me give you an example:
Say I do not want to serve that specific middle eastern person in the que. On the face of it that would be racist, right? Ok, let's elaborate. Say said middle eastern person always kicks up a fuss and can get borderline abusive to whoever serves them. Would that still be racist ? Some would still say yes but I believe that's wrong. I do not see race, I never have. I see: human, nice person, utter twat, imposing person, cheery person.
You may ask what's brought this up. Well yesterday, all over facebook people were copy pasteing hatred against all Muslims because a tiny minority chose not to observe the two minutes silence. This, I'm sorry, definitely is racist. To pidgin hole an entire religious following because of the actions of a small few just is.
It ticks me off that due to the political climate people say it's ok to do that and hide behind so called 'britishness'. It's not British to be a racist bitch being one of the most multicultural islands in the world.
Maybe it's just the equalist in me but it seems very unfair. We still have a dictatorship in China (you know what? I'll come back to that later) but you don't see hate spread across a social networking site for that. People are starving, being tortured, and killed every day due to the actions of the few and we don't see that either. Maybe it makes us uncomfortable talking about true atrocities instead of childish crap that doesn't mean a thing in the long run.
Ok, I said I'd come back to the subject of China and I will.
I'll begin with this: China is not, by definition, communist. Just because they say they are does not mean it is true. Communism is a movement where everyone is equal: they have equal rights, equal monetary value, equal responsibility and equal say. Does this sound like China to you? No? Didn't think so.
You ask why I'm getting my panties in a twist about this, well I'm sick of the majority thinking that communism is an inherently evil thing. It's not, it's a wonderful thing it's just 90% of humans cannot do it due to greed. It's the whole Animal farm scenario.
Just remember, in true communism some animals are not more equal than others.
That's all I can say on politics really as our country doesn't have a , main three, party I'd care to ever vote for again. They're all liers and conmen.
Well there's me on politics and race, I'll get to sexism another time.
So, boys and girls, have you been racist lately?
Friday 12 November 2010
Wednesday 3 November 2010
The importance of being pampered.
Yes boys and girls even I need a pamper day once in a while.
A hot shower, a pot full of fruit and nut scrub (not chocolate but it smells yummy, can be bought from Animal aid I think. Not a fan of the literature but I LOVE their products.), some rockstar soap (from Lush) and a ginger and lilly scented soy candle (from Hub). Only the best.
It all makes you feel refreshed and ready for the world, and ready for housework.
Let's face it, housework isn't fun in any way shape or form but having a little pamper session makes it all bearable. Plus it re-energises you when you really cannot be bothered with the world. And it's not just for the girls. Guys can enjoy a good scrub down too, in fact Lush carries loads of male orientated products for you guys that couldn't stand to use pink soap. You guys can get yourself a blue candle and some super manly shampoo and have a bit of 'me' time too. Don't say I don't think of you.
So off I go to change the bed and make dindins.
Love you all.
A hot shower, a pot full of fruit and nut scrub (not chocolate but it smells yummy, can be bought from Animal aid I think. Not a fan of the literature but I LOVE their products.), some rockstar soap (from Lush) and a ginger and lilly scented soy candle (from Hub). Only the best.
It all makes you feel refreshed and ready for the world, and ready for housework.
Let's face it, housework isn't fun in any way shape or form but having a little pamper session makes it all bearable. Plus it re-energises you when you really cannot be bothered with the world. And it's not just for the girls. Guys can enjoy a good scrub down too, in fact Lush carries loads of male orientated products for you guys that couldn't stand to use pink soap. You guys can get yourself a blue candle and some super manly shampoo and have a bit of 'me' time too. Don't say I don't think of you.
So off I go to change the bed and make dindins.
Love you all.
Thursday 21 October 2010
The art of conflict and healing.
We all want world peace... Right?
Well no actually. Humans cannot survive without some sort of conflict, they'd go insane without it. The intellectuals among us debate, we have no physical need to debate but something inside us draws us into these small conflicts. The not so intellectual types get into drunken fights on a Friday night, a not so healthy version of our debates. It is something innate that makes us need to support a team or group over all others, makes us choose a favourite colour and time of the day. It's frivolous but we need it.
So what would the world be like without conflict? Well, there would never be a war again - Great! But nothing would ever change, no one would ever question anything again- not so good. And our emotions would never be released- definitely not good.
We'd just become mindless drones that plodded along never doing anything out of the ordinary. Art and music would die out, we would not play games or perform a kind deed for the sake of itself.
So, do I wish for world peace? No, I wish for world intelligence and debate. Then maybe we wouldn't get any more bullying or thuggery. Sadly I doubt that will happen any time soon.
I'll keep my need for conflict and revel in it, wearing what I like and choosing to support the causes I do. Will you?
Well no actually. Humans cannot survive without some sort of conflict, they'd go insane without it. The intellectuals among us debate, we have no physical need to debate but something inside us draws us into these small conflicts. The not so intellectual types get into drunken fights on a Friday night, a not so healthy version of our debates. It is something innate that makes us need to support a team or group over all others, makes us choose a favourite colour and time of the day. It's frivolous but we need it.
So what would the world be like without conflict? Well, there would never be a war again - Great! But nothing would ever change, no one would ever question anything again- not so good. And our emotions would never be released- definitely not good.
We'd just become mindless drones that plodded along never doing anything out of the ordinary. Art and music would die out, we would not play games or perform a kind deed for the sake of itself.
So, do I wish for world peace? No, I wish for world intelligence and debate. Then maybe we wouldn't get any more bullying or thuggery. Sadly I doubt that will happen any time soon.
I'll keep my need for conflict and revel in it, wearing what I like and choosing to support the causes I do. Will you?
Saturday 16 October 2010
Retail.
(Disclaimer: This is not a rant about my job itself. I like my job. I work with good people and it pays nicely. With that in mind, let's continue.)
As you may know I work in retail. Yes that job that almost everyone does at least once. You may also know, if you have ever worked in retail, that there are certain customers you wish just would not come back. Even we have those.
There's the old man in the wheelchair (That he seems not to need as he trots around it and pulls it along with his legs) hung with his entire life attached to strings. I have no problem with this but it's the first thing you recognise to identify him. He will mumble questions to you, then get very angry when you ask him politely to repeat himself so you can answer. He then uses the next ten minutes, in front of the till (or right next to it) , to hang his shopping bag on the back of his wheelchair, faff around with his strings and sit down, looking at everyone as if they've personally offended him.
I have no problem with the quirks people get in old age, that's fine, but the intentional rudeness just bothers me.
The second is a lad who comes in and hangs around the pick'n'mix, takes some, puts it in a cup, decants it into another cup, walks off, returns and decants it into another cup, fills up the cup, decants it again, walks away, puts a few in his pocket, puts a lid on the cup, walks off, picks it up again, decants it, eats some, closes the cup... lather, rinse, repeat. I'd say it was a psychological issue and you can't blame him for not understanding that taking sweets is stealing, but he won't do it if someone's around. He makes sure no one's looking, gets jumpy when the staff are around and makes sure he LOOKS as if he wants to legitimately buy. That takes a lot of thought and understanding and it drives me nuts because I know the bleeding hearts would scream if we asked him to leave.
Next is a general one. The types that will ask you to fetch items, price check items (That we can only do on a none logged in till), discount items (why should we?) all in the same transaction as the line grows longer and longer behind them.
It just makes life hard for everyone.
My next little complaint is about technology. The tills, oh sweet gods the tills. When they work they work well. When they work. When they don't they're slow, unresponsive, and sometimes simply crash. And all the while I have to apologise. And the scanners decide when, where and what they will scan. They could scan an item from across the room, but you try and scan a large bar code from an inch away and nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and 99.9% of customers are polite, nice, considerate people, but some things are just irritating. Thank goodness for decent, nice, staff.
So everyone, have you ever experienced an irritating customer, a pain in the butt checkout system or even a rude shop assistant?
As you may know I work in retail. Yes that job that almost everyone does at least once. You may also know, if you have ever worked in retail, that there are certain customers you wish just would not come back. Even we have those.
There's the old man in the wheelchair (That he seems not to need as he trots around it and pulls it along with his legs) hung with his entire life attached to strings. I have no problem with this but it's the first thing you recognise to identify him. He will mumble questions to you, then get very angry when you ask him politely to repeat himself so you can answer. He then uses the next ten minutes, in front of the till (or right next to it) , to hang his shopping bag on the back of his wheelchair, faff around with his strings and sit down, looking at everyone as if they've personally offended him.
I have no problem with the quirks people get in old age, that's fine, but the intentional rudeness just bothers me.
The second is a lad who comes in and hangs around the pick'n'mix, takes some, puts it in a cup, decants it into another cup, walks off, returns and decants it into another cup, fills up the cup, decants it again, walks away, puts a few in his pocket, puts a lid on the cup, walks off, picks it up again, decants it, eats some, closes the cup... lather, rinse, repeat. I'd say it was a psychological issue and you can't blame him for not understanding that taking sweets is stealing, but he won't do it if someone's around. He makes sure no one's looking, gets jumpy when the staff are around and makes sure he LOOKS as if he wants to legitimately buy. That takes a lot of thought and understanding and it drives me nuts because I know the bleeding hearts would scream if we asked him to leave.
Next is a general one. The types that will ask you to fetch items, price check items (That we can only do on a none logged in till), discount items (why should we?) all in the same transaction as the line grows longer and longer behind them.
It just makes life hard for everyone.
My next little complaint is about technology. The tills, oh sweet gods the tills. When they work they work well. When they work. When they don't they're slow, unresponsive, and sometimes simply crash. And all the while I have to apologise. And the scanners decide when, where and what they will scan. They could scan an item from across the room, but you try and scan a large bar code from an inch away and nothing.
Don't get me wrong, I love my job and 99.9% of customers are polite, nice, considerate people, but some things are just irritating. Thank goodness for decent, nice, staff.
So everyone, have you ever experienced an irritating customer, a pain in the butt checkout system or even a rude shop assistant?
Wednesday 13 October 2010
LGBT apparently the cause of loose morals according to tv....
Honestly, finding a tv program that shows a realistic LGBT relationship is like finding a pig with wings. These broadcasters throw out another so called LGBT friendly storyline and expect us to eat it up, like we should be grateful for all of their 'hard work'.
Well, let's see about these so called storylines:
The characters are usually insane and/or so loose they'd be considered as whores if their lovers ever bought them lunch.
That or they're so full of angst that they go and kill themselves.
Yes, I know many LGBT people all over the world suffer discrimination and hardship but please, can we just once show a sane, educated, happy person in an LGBT relationship. PLEASE. Just once.
The closest thing we got was Ianto from Torchwood. He was an intelligent, attractive, bisexual lad that didn't run around sleeping with everything in sight (which was odd for Torchwood.) And guess what , he ended up getting killed off.
I'm just so sick and tired of how we're represented, and it's getting to a level that I find personally insulting. I'm not a beaten down depressed woman that will jump on any other woman as soon as I see them and do not want to be presented in that way.
I'm not usually one for speaking out as England tends to be pretty tolerant and I've had nothing but positive words for who I am, but come on British media.
Ok, rant over. Please comment and give your opinions.
Well, let's see about these so called storylines:
The characters are usually insane and/or so loose they'd be considered as whores if their lovers ever bought them lunch.
That or they're so full of angst that they go and kill themselves.
Yes, I know many LGBT people all over the world suffer discrimination and hardship but please, can we just once show a sane, educated, happy person in an LGBT relationship. PLEASE. Just once.
The closest thing we got was Ianto from Torchwood. He was an intelligent, attractive, bisexual lad that didn't run around sleeping with everything in sight (which was odd for Torchwood.) And guess what , he ended up getting killed off.
I'm just so sick and tired of how we're represented, and it's getting to a level that I find personally insulting. I'm not a beaten down depressed woman that will jump on any other woman as soon as I see them and do not want to be presented in that way.
I'm not usually one for speaking out as England tends to be pretty tolerant and I've had nothing but positive words for who I am, but come on British media.
Ok, rant over. Please comment and give your opinions.
Friday 8 October 2010
The ex...
Boys and girls, we've all had it. You get together, you split up and the next time you meet is impossibly uncomfortable. Today I had that.
Let's start with a little history. I've only had two other relationships before my current one. The first was a secondary school romance that never really went beyond hand holding. That ended by text at a dungeons & dragons session. Yes it was that childish, but me and that ex are on good terms. We both know that we were just silly little kids and it just wasn't working out.
The second... well that was more complicated. She went to the same secondary school as me, a year above, and to college. We were good friends. She was the nervous, soft hearted, downtrodden girl and I was the smart, quiet nerd. It fitted.
I used to be quite unemotional so we decided to have an open relationship. I was mature enough to handle that... She was not.
After a while she started going out with my best friend. He lived near her while she was at uni so it was better. I was fine with that and here at home I developed a crush on my now wife. Everything was fine and dandy until I told her.
She said she was fine with it and I didn't feel like I was going to act on it so I thought everything was ok. I was wrong. Every time she got upset she would accuse me of cheating or hint at it (We were in an open relationship remember). After a large strop about a valentines card that she didn't think existed she dumped me, over text. She quoted the bible at me and said awful things and finally said it was over.
It doesn't end there. My friend is polygamous and had another girlfriend. Everything was going fine for them and I gave them my blessing, but my ex was having none of it. She would threaten him, attack him and psychologically wear him down. She even tried to knife him.
Finally even he snapped, separating from her with the help of his other girlfriend. We all realised my ex's problem. She didn't like you paying attention to anyone but her and I she couldn't have you to herself no one could. She was a dangerous woman and we were all glad to be free of her.
I haven't even mentioned how she split a close group of friends apart. Manipulating us all into hating each other. Even now we're not the close group we used to be and this is years later.
Well, today I saw her. I've avoided her before but today there she was. This woman who almost destroyed so many lives and tried to knife a friend.
She was quiet and meek, asking if me and my wife were still together (our wedding anniversary is this month) and trying to be friendly.
I wasn't rude or angry, but I do now know every detail of my boots, and was so glad when we could get on the bus and away from her. I showered when I got home.
I hold no ill will to her, I'm not like that. I hope she lives out the rest of her life happily, and that she never hurts another person like she did us. I just hope I never see her ever again.
So everyone, there it is, my story. I hope none of you ever go through something like that.
Next time you see one of your ex boyfriend's/girlfriend's think of this and hold no ill will, just walk away and know you'll never have to go through that again.
Tell me your stories.
Let's start with a little history. I've only had two other relationships before my current one. The first was a secondary school romance that never really went beyond hand holding. That ended by text at a dungeons & dragons session. Yes it was that childish, but me and that ex are on good terms. We both know that we were just silly little kids and it just wasn't working out.
The second... well that was more complicated. She went to the same secondary school as me, a year above, and to college. We were good friends. She was the nervous, soft hearted, downtrodden girl and I was the smart, quiet nerd. It fitted.
I used to be quite unemotional so we decided to have an open relationship. I was mature enough to handle that... She was not.
After a while she started going out with my best friend. He lived near her while she was at uni so it was better. I was fine with that and here at home I developed a crush on my now wife. Everything was fine and dandy until I told her.
She said she was fine with it and I didn't feel like I was going to act on it so I thought everything was ok. I was wrong. Every time she got upset she would accuse me of cheating or hint at it (We were in an open relationship remember). After a large strop about a valentines card that she didn't think existed she dumped me, over text. She quoted the bible at me and said awful things and finally said it was over.
It doesn't end there. My friend is polygamous and had another girlfriend. Everything was going fine for them and I gave them my blessing, but my ex was having none of it. She would threaten him, attack him and psychologically wear him down. She even tried to knife him.
Finally even he snapped, separating from her with the help of his other girlfriend. We all realised my ex's problem. She didn't like you paying attention to anyone but her and I she couldn't have you to herself no one could. She was a dangerous woman and we were all glad to be free of her.
I haven't even mentioned how she split a close group of friends apart. Manipulating us all into hating each other. Even now we're not the close group we used to be and this is years later.
Well, today I saw her. I've avoided her before but today there she was. This woman who almost destroyed so many lives and tried to knife a friend.
She was quiet and meek, asking if me and my wife were still together (our wedding anniversary is this month) and trying to be friendly.
I wasn't rude or angry, but I do now know every detail of my boots, and was so glad when we could get on the bus and away from her. I showered when I got home.
I hold no ill will to her, I'm not like that. I hope she lives out the rest of her life happily, and that she never hurts another person like she did us. I just hope I never see her ever again.
So everyone, there it is, my story. I hope none of you ever go through something like that.
Next time you see one of your ex boyfriend's/girlfriend's think of this and hold no ill will, just walk away and know you'll never have to go through that again.
Tell me your stories.
Thursday 7 October 2010
Death or a salesghost...
Every few years it seems like Halloween is dying out, and then it comes back. The problem is it comes back weaker each time. I remember when I was a child, I'd look around the shop fronts and see pumpkins and ghosts everywhere. Now you're lucky if you see a few fake cobwebs. Everyone seems much more interested in Christmas tat.
Once again, I have nothing against christmas. I like christmas. I like gifts and food and family but for goodness sake it's October! I'd love to have a little recognition for Halloween which for me, and thousands of pagans, is an actual religious festival. And I know I'm going to get people screaming "Well Myo', wouldn't you prefer it to stay pure and not commercialised?"
Well, no actually. It's commercialised in America and at least it can celebrated well. Here in ye olde England, the home of many branches of paganism, it is simply forgotten, or presented in some half arsed "Let's put a black cat on a cupcake and call it a Halloween bun." sort of way.
I suppose I'm just a little disappointed. As a child I loved seeing all the displays and the joy all the spookyness brought with it, it got me ready for a damn good Samhain. Now... It's sort of lonely. I don't have that many actively pagan friends so my celebrations are always small but it was nice to see the spectacle of it all and feel like I wasn't so lost .
Well this is becoming a tad emo and it's not meant to be. I'm just frustrated and confused as I thought shops thrived on commercial fads and buying based festivals yet they do not cash in on the festival closest to Christmas in a month that's well known for being quiet on the shopping front. And what about the goth kids? I used to get half of my christmas prezzies at Halloween.
So what do you think: Would you rather a commercial festival or a pure yet forgotten one? Or would you rather let it die out and leave a fond childhood memory?
Thursday 30 September 2010
All Hallows een
Hello guys and girls. Me again.
Yes, it's getting to that time of year again. Time for ghosties, ghoolies and kids in cheap masks begging for sweets. Ahh it is my favourite time of year. Not that I like kids in cheap masks begging for sweets particularly, in fact I'm one of those people who hides and doesn't answer the door to them.
Never the less it is my favourite time of year, with the leaves changing colour and the hot days petering out (finally). Plus it'll be the new cycle of the year ready to begin and I need a new start more than I need a hot dinner. Granted I say that every year but every time it's true. Luckily this year I've gone through quite a few revelations and changes that I think will put me in good stead.
Keeping this in mind I'm planning to do something this Samhain (that's Halloween to anyone who hasn't worked it out. Just saying.). In fact my costume's already made, it's a cream Roman costume that I just need to get the jewellery and sandals for. Granted not the best costume for late October, I'll be taking a so not historically accurate coat, but it does look great. Dressing up isn't the most religious practice but I find that mixing a little fun and faith keeps me interested. Why can't something you dedicate your life to enjoyable?
That's one of the reasons I don't get on with most mainstream religions. If I needed guilt thrust upon me I'd go to a diet club. No thank you. I'll keep to my song and celebration if you don't mind.
Anyway, I'm stayed far from the topic so back we go. Have a happy Halloween everyone, I know I'm going to try to.
Yes, it's getting to that time of year again. Time for ghosties, ghoolies and kids in cheap masks begging for sweets. Ahh it is my favourite time of year. Not that I like kids in cheap masks begging for sweets particularly, in fact I'm one of those people who hides and doesn't answer the door to them.
Never the less it is my favourite time of year, with the leaves changing colour and the hot days petering out (finally). Plus it'll be the new cycle of the year ready to begin and I need a new start more than I need a hot dinner. Granted I say that every year but every time it's true. Luckily this year I've gone through quite a few revelations and changes that I think will put me in good stead.
Keeping this in mind I'm planning to do something this Samhain (that's Halloween to anyone who hasn't worked it out. Just saying.). In fact my costume's already made, it's a cream Roman costume that I just need to get the jewellery and sandals for. Granted not the best costume for late October, I'll be taking a so not historically accurate coat, but it does look great. Dressing up isn't the most religious practice but I find that mixing a little fun and faith keeps me interested. Why can't something you dedicate your life to enjoyable?
That's one of the reasons I don't get on with most mainstream religions. If I needed guilt thrust upon me I'd go to a diet club. No thank you. I'll keep to my song and celebration if you don't mind.
Anyway, I'm stayed far from the topic so back we go. Have a happy Halloween everyone, I know I'm going to try to.
Monday 27 September 2010
Cleansing: Mind, body and spirit.
Lately I've been clearing out my room. It was feeling stuffy and dusty, so I decided to make a dent in it. So two bin bags full of junk, a full vacuum and a bag full of cleaning wipes later it was looking much better. Feeling much better too (even though I was sneezing and coughing my way into an early night).
To finish it off today we bought some new curtains (a lovely deep purple) and mirrors for my wardrobe doors in the shape of butterflies.
Now it just needs time to settle in before Samhain (Halloween to anyone who isn't pagan or has never heard). I've never had chance to do this before a festival before as I've always had trouble with sorting. I'm a bit of a magpie and throwing things away just boggles my mind. As if it'll all be useful one day. Of course that's nonesence but it doesn't stop me thinking it. Anyway, this year I'm finding everything a lot easier. I'm not clinging onto things as much and I'm feeling much better within myself in general. It helps that I'm getting back on my diet and detox. I'm feeling more active and awake again, though flushing the nasties from your system is not fun. I have a brighter and outlook on life and I'm a LOT more confident. The whole world doesn't seem as bad any-more.
Amazing what a clean out can do, isn't it?
To finish it off today we bought some new curtains (a lovely deep purple) and mirrors for my wardrobe doors in the shape of butterflies.
Now it just needs time to settle in before Samhain (Halloween to anyone who isn't pagan or has never heard). I've never had chance to do this before a festival before as I've always had trouble with sorting. I'm a bit of a magpie and throwing things away just boggles my mind. As if it'll all be useful one day. Of course that's nonesence but it doesn't stop me thinking it. Anyway, this year I'm finding everything a lot easier. I'm not clinging onto things as much and I'm feeling much better within myself in general. It helps that I'm getting back on my diet and detox. I'm feeling more active and awake again, though flushing the nasties from your system is not fun. I have a brighter and outlook on life and I'm a LOT more confident. The whole world doesn't seem as bad any-more.
Amazing what a clean out can do, isn't it?
Friday 24 September 2010
Picture posting , just this once.
This is my newest outfit. It's a two piece pinstripe suit with a pleather corset underneath. This is my first step into my new style. I hope it says good things about my future. It fit wonderfully (though it was tight, but when are corsets not?) and the jacket even needed to be pulled in which is a nice ego boost. As you can see I'm not the smallest girl and I've been trying really hard to diet. 1000kcal a day, lots of fruit and veg', trying to get all my vitamins and plenty of water. It's hard but I'm still going and hope to one day be a UK size 12. That's my goal (No crappy size 0 for me). It's been very hard and probably always will be as I hold weight terribly and have a naturally wide rib cage. Sucks huh?Hope you're all having a good time of it in the moment. I hope to post again soon.
Saturday 18 September 2010
First freak out in a while, a personal record.
Yes everyone I used to have these little freak outs a lot. A lot! But lately, since Infest in fact, I've been pretty chilled out and zen about things. Taking life as it comes and knowing that with the right amount of work everything will be ok.
But it's the silliest things that get to you. For me it was charging my new mp3 player.
Let's get some history on this shall we. I've always had simple AA/AAA battery operated cheaper players. I've never been fussy, as long as it played music I was happy. Then technology developed and this wasn't good enough apparently. The world moved on without me and it all had to be built in and USB charged. I seriously dislike this idea as I'm well known for letting my player die half way through a 2 mile walk, that's why I always carry batteries. Of course you can't do that with a built in rechargeable battery. Now, I finally had to accept that I had to move with the times as my old player bit the proverbial dust. So I wanted something cute and special. Long story short, the battery in it would not charge no matter what I did. I wanted to send it back but in this current climate the company just wasn't safe. After weeks I got my money back but feeling thoroughly exasperated I developed a hatred and fear of these rechargeable things.
But here I am still without an mp3 of my own. I finally asked a good friend of mine for help. He's my tech' genius and I trust his word. So he found one that's great and in my price range. Brilliant, music finally. But my fear kicks in and he suggests a mains charger. Wonderful. That should work and is a lot more reliable than my silly lap top. So I wait for the charger and finally I can use my pretty little player.
I left it connected to the mains, as it were, all night... No charge. I leave it all day... No charge. And then the freak out hit. All the hassle of last time flooding back. In my attempt to crawl back from despair I hooked it up to my lap top to shove some music on it anyway. It told me it was charging.
"Suuuure you are. Just like last time." I sighed. Well, five hours later I unplug it as it tells me it is fully charged. And low and behold it was. End of freak out.
As I said, it's always the little things. Not my partner losing her job (Don't ask, long tearful explanations are not needed), not financial, social, or political instability, but an mp3 player.
So ladies and gentlemen, what little things make you panic?
But it's the silliest things that get to you. For me it was charging my new mp3 player.
Let's get some history on this shall we. I've always had simple AA/AAA battery operated cheaper players. I've never been fussy, as long as it played music I was happy. Then technology developed and this wasn't good enough apparently. The world moved on without me and it all had to be built in and USB charged. I seriously dislike this idea as I'm well known for letting my player die half way through a 2 mile walk, that's why I always carry batteries. Of course you can't do that with a built in rechargeable battery. Now, I finally had to accept that I had to move with the times as my old player bit the proverbial dust. So I wanted something cute and special. Long story short, the battery in it would not charge no matter what I did. I wanted to send it back but in this current climate the company just wasn't safe. After weeks I got my money back but feeling thoroughly exasperated I developed a hatred and fear of these rechargeable things.
But here I am still without an mp3 of my own. I finally asked a good friend of mine for help. He's my tech' genius and I trust his word. So he found one that's great and in my price range. Brilliant, music finally. But my fear kicks in and he suggests a mains charger. Wonderful. That should work and is a lot more reliable than my silly lap top. So I wait for the charger and finally I can use my pretty little player.
I left it connected to the mains, as it were, all night... No charge. I leave it all day... No charge. And then the freak out hit. All the hassle of last time flooding back. In my attempt to crawl back from despair I hooked it up to my lap top to shove some music on it anyway. It told me it was charging.
"Suuuure you are. Just like last time." I sighed. Well, five hours later I unplug it as it tells me it is fully charged. And low and behold it was. End of freak out.
As I said, it's always the little things. Not my partner losing her job (Don't ask, long tearful explanations are not needed), not financial, social, or political instability, but an mp3 player.
So ladies and gentlemen, what little things make you panic?
Tuesday 14 September 2010
lifestyling but not wearing...
Well guys and girls I'm thinking of giving up on lolita. I know, it sucks. But I've realised that I'm never going to be happy or comfortable when I have to spend so much and end up feeling empty. I still love the lifestyle and seeing others wearing lolita. In fact I'll always love lolita and hope I can help others with it, and even keep my decorating to a lolita aesthetic. But I think it's time for my personal fashion to move on.
I'm thinking vintage military or industrial. No neon dreadfalls or anything just the toned down, more classically goth version. It's easier for me. My mum would prefer it, and I can actually get hold of it in this country. Plus I look good... I never felt as if I looked quite right in lolita. Not that I regret having my wedding in lolita ( I looked a tad more goth than lolita anyway), I think we both looked great but I couldn't wear it every day.
I'm keeping the clothes I have of course, I may just mod them and hope to one day fit into my partner's gorgeous black dress. It was a good part of my life.
I'll always be a lolita at heart, but noone'll be able to tell.
Love you all.
I'm thinking vintage military or industrial. No neon dreadfalls or anything just the toned down, more classically goth version. It's easier for me. My mum would prefer it, and I can actually get hold of it in this country. Plus I look good... I never felt as if I looked quite right in lolita. Not that I regret having my wedding in lolita ( I looked a tad more goth than lolita anyway), I think we both looked great but I couldn't wear it every day.
I'm keeping the clothes I have of course, I may just mod them and hope to one day fit into my partner's gorgeous black dress. It was a good part of my life.
I'll always be a lolita at heart, but noone'll be able to tell.
Love you all.
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Infest 2010- (My week in heaven)
Let's start from the start guys and girls of the internet world.
Day 1-
Coaches from Telford are gorgeous, all leather seating and air conditioning. So an hour on there catching up with Marky and getting all excited and we were ready for the next transfer for the long haul, yes we were. We could never have been prepared for that bit. Worst bit of the weekend warning. We fried on that coach. Seriously, it was unbearable as we all melted into pools of gook in our seats. And then it happened, the smell. It's hard to describe the smell that suddenly began rising. Something a little like rotten fish, a year old septic tank, that old sweaty sock under your bed and a sewage treatment plant all blended together. Sad thing is I'm not exaggerating. They hadn't cleaned out the toilet tank the night before so every time it flushed we all almost suffocated.
Tip for dealing with bad smells (Yes I do handy tips too kids) if you breath through your mouth while chewing a fruitella it nullifies smells. I think this tip saved our lives.
We were meant to meed a girl called Emma at Brum but she was late (dodged a bullet there) and got a lift from a friend instead. We met her later when her and Marky were handing out wristbands and she was really nice.
Anyway, with the trip finally over we departed to the hotel. The new beehive inn. It was very oldy worldy with lots of wooden panelling and old paintings. It had a really nice feel to it and our room was really nice. Me and Amy got the double bed and Marky got to choose one of the two single beds. Once we got settled in we ordered pizza for dinner, yum. I've never had domino's pizza before and it was great. So with us all very full, we got changed and headed out to the venue. It was quiet with a few people sitting around next to the burger vans. I'll tell you about those later. Marky got his pass and we got our wristbands and we chilled out. The bar was cosy and they had decent music playing quietly. We people watched and wished for half of the people's outfits and generally rested after the coach from hell. The first night De/vision was on, (the band I was most excited about) and they were great. I've never heard a band that was as good live as on their CD's. It blew my mind completely and Amy ran over to buy their 'best of' CD.
Back to the hotel after that for a good night's sleep.
Day 2-
Breakfast at 8am. So I dragged myself out of bed and we plodded down. Marky had a full breakfast but I kept to the toast and Amy had tea. I don't know how to get across how good breakfast actually was. We were in a room with marble tables and comfy chairs with everything we could want for breakfast at out beck and call. It was a great start to a great day.
After getting a little dressed up we headed out, had a few doughnuts and some chips at the vans and got ready for the night. I said I'd talk about the vans didn't I? Well, they look like your typical festival cheapo food suppliers but it was actually great. They were very clean and efficient and the food was great. None of it was greasy and it all had much better quality ingredients than I expected. They were so good that we decided to have dinner there each night instead of ordering out.
Parralox were going to be the first band we were all going to head over and see but the lead singer got taken into A and E for a chest infection. More about them later :)
Anyway, next was Agonize. Well, earlier in the night I got a text from Marky while he was working about their … performance. I'll post it here : “Tip for Agonize. Don't got too close.. I'm currently watching them load a fake penis up with mayonnaise o.O”
I still can't help but giggle. And yes boys and girls that was for exactly what you think it was for . The audience didn't know where to jump, though there was one guy who got a little too into that bit XD
After that we ran off to look at shiny things. So... many... shiny things. And an outfit that though I couldn't justify buying at £130 I still remember and will own one day. Got to love the pinstripes.
Oh, I haven't mentioned yet that we met new friends. Ryan and Daz. They're from Ireland and they're really nice. The only shame is it'll probably be next year before we see them again, darn that large patch of water called the sea!
After a break we headed back for Rotersand, making Marky very happy. He headed up to the front but me and Amy hung back and listened from afar. I'm such a baby I get tired at about 10pm lol.
Did I mention that Marky got a tad tipsy that night lol.
With everyone tired after a really good night we headed back to the hotel.
Day 3-
My personal favourite day. After breakfast we chilled out for a bit (Marky nursing a small hangover) and got dressed up. Actually made an effort with my green make up, floofy hair and Marky's goggles. Amy was in denim and velvet which looked great. After lunch at the burger vans Mark went off to work and we went inside to look at more prettys. Then Parralox came on and I found my new fav band. They actually took my breath away and sounded perfect even with the lead singer (Amii) still suffering with her chest infection. As soon as they were done we ran off to buy their newest album and single, and got a little pack of sweets free. We told Marky to tell them if he saw them that they were really good. He did and I now own a picture of the lead singer just for me. I was so amazingly happy.
Next we went off to buy my new goggles (black with metal spikes and circuit board lenses), but the mask Amy wanted was gone :( So we got the very last infest jumper instead. It's soft and warm ^_^
Then we listened to the start of Concrete Lung, a tad heavy for me to be honest but the instrumentation was good, then off to meet Marky at the end of his shift. We stood outside the building while he finished up and you'll never guess who was outside, six feet away from me, eating their lunch. Parralox. I was completely star struck but out of respect I didn't go over and disturb them. After that it was dinner and more browsing of shinys even though they were starting to pack everything away. Ayria was on after that and I found her a little out of time but the music was great so it was ok. Then we got ready for Nachtmahr, but one of the security guards moved us on (They're the uni security and the one who moved us is known to be a twat. We complained about him later as the only difference between me and Amy and the women he let into out place is we are a lesbian couple. Karma'll sort it.)
Either way Marky got to go to the front, even if he did have to ninja dodge a woman elbow swinging as she danced, and had a blast. Me and Amy listened from one of the side tables, loving the bands sense of hummer and rants between songs. They're Austrian not German and don't you forget it booing man. ^_^
With that we headed out and said a sad goodbye to our new friends. Then back to the hotel to chat until 2:30 in the morning about so much.
Day 4-
Our last breakfast and a goodbye and a thank you for the great stay. Some still not so good coach rides and home for sandwiches. Hearts getting ready to do it all again next year.
Day 1-
Coaches from Telford are gorgeous, all leather seating and air conditioning. So an hour on there catching up with Marky and getting all excited and we were ready for the next transfer for the long haul, yes we were. We could never have been prepared for that bit. Worst bit of the weekend warning. We fried on that coach. Seriously, it was unbearable as we all melted into pools of gook in our seats. And then it happened, the smell. It's hard to describe the smell that suddenly began rising. Something a little like rotten fish, a year old septic tank, that old sweaty sock under your bed and a sewage treatment plant all blended together. Sad thing is I'm not exaggerating. They hadn't cleaned out the toilet tank the night before so every time it flushed we all almost suffocated.
Tip for dealing with bad smells (Yes I do handy tips too kids) if you breath through your mouth while chewing a fruitella it nullifies smells. I think this tip saved our lives.
We were meant to meed a girl called Emma at Brum but she was late (dodged a bullet there) and got a lift from a friend instead. We met her later when her and Marky were handing out wristbands and she was really nice.
Anyway, with the trip finally over we departed to the hotel. The new beehive inn. It was very oldy worldy with lots of wooden panelling and old paintings. It had a really nice feel to it and our room was really nice. Me and Amy got the double bed and Marky got to choose one of the two single beds. Once we got settled in we ordered pizza for dinner, yum. I've never had domino's pizza before and it was great. So with us all very full, we got changed and headed out to the venue. It was quiet with a few people sitting around next to the burger vans. I'll tell you about those later. Marky got his pass and we got our wristbands and we chilled out. The bar was cosy and they had decent music playing quietly. We people watched and wished for half of the people's outfits and generally rested after the coach from hell. The first night De/vision was on, (the band I was most excited about) and they were great. I've never heard a band that was as good live as on their CD's. It blew my mind completely and Amy ran over to buy their 'best of' CD.
Back to the hotel after that for a good night's sleep.
Day 2-
Breakfast at 8am. So I dragged myself out of bed and we plodded down. Marky had a full breakfast but I kept to the toast and Amy had tea. I don't know how to get across how good breakfast actually was. We were in a room with marble tables and comfy chairs with everything we could want for breakfast at out beck and call. It was a great start to a great day.
After getting a little dressed up we headed out, had a few doughnuts and some chips at the vans and got ready for the night. I said I'd talk about the vans didn't I? Well, they look like your typical festival cheapo food suppliers but it was actually great. They were very clean and efficient and the food was great. None of it was greasy and it all had much better quality ingredients than I expected. They were so good that we decided to have dinner there each night instead of ordering out.
Parralox were going to be the first band we were all going to head over and see but the lead singer got taken into A and E for a chest infection. More about them later :)
Anyway, next was Agonize. Well, earlier in the night I got a text from Marky while he was working about their … performance. I'll post it here : “Tip for Agonize. Don't got too close.. I'm currently watching them load a fake penis up with mayonnaise o.O”
I still can't help but giggle. And yes boys and girls that was for exactly what you think it was for . The audience didn't know where to jump, though there was one guy who got a little too into that bit XD
After that we ran off to look at shiny things. So... many... shiny things. And an outfit that though I couldn't justify buying at £130 I still remember and will own one day. Got to love the pinstripes.
Oh, I haven't mentioned yet that we met new friends. Ryan and Daz. They're from Ireland and they're really nice. The only shame is it'll probably be next year before we see them again, darn that large patch of water called the sea!
After a break we headed back for Rotersand, making Marky very happy. He headed up to the front but me and Amy hung back and listened from afar. I'm such a baby I get tired at about 10pm lol.
Did I mention that Marky got a tad tipsy that night lol.
With everyone tired after a really good night we headed back to the hotel.
Day 3-
My personal favourite day. After breakfast we chilled out for a bit (Marky nursing a small hangover) and got dressed up. Actually made an effort with my green make up, floofy hair and Marky's goggles. Amy was in denim and velvet which looked great. After lunch at the burger vans Mark went off to work and we went inside to look at more prettys. Then Parralox came on and I found my new fav band. They actually took my breath away and sounded perfect even with the lead singer (Amii) still suffering with her chest infection. As soon as they were done we ran off to buy their newest album and single, and got a little pack of sweets free. We told Marky to tell them if he saw them that they were really good. He did and I now own a picture of the lead singer just for me. I was so amazingly happy.
Next we went off to buy my new goggles (black with metal spikes and circuit board lenses), but the mask Amy wanted was gone :( So we got the very last infest jumper instead. It's soft and warm ^_^
Then we listened to the start of Concrete Lung, a tad heavy for me to be honest but the instrumentation was good, then off to meet Marky at the end of his shift. We stood outside the building while he finished up and you'll never guess who was outside, six feet away from me, eating their lunch. Parralox. I was completely star struck but out of respect I didn't go over and disturb them. After that it was dinner and more browsing of shinys even though they were starting to pack everything away. Ayria was on after that and I found her a little out of time but the music was great so it was ok. Then we got ready for Nachtmahr, but one of the security guards moved us on (They're the uni security and the one who moved us is known to be a twat. We complained about him later as the only difference between me and Amy and the women he let into out place is we are a lesbian couple. Karma'll sort it.)
Either way Marky got to go to the front, even if he did have to ninja dodge a woman elbow swinging as she danced, and had a blast. Me and Amy listened from one of the side tables, loving the bands sense of hummer and rants between songs. They're Austrian not German and don't you forget it booing man. ^_^
With that we headed out and said a sad goodbye to our new friends. Then back to the hotel to chat until 2:30 in the morning about so much.
Day 4-
Our last breakfast and a goodbye and a thank you for the great stay. Some still not so good coach rides and home for sandwiches. Hearts getting ready to do it all again next year.
Thursday 29 July 2010
Jobcentre plus (The other hell)
Well, boys and girls, I'm soon to be out of the system and working. And I can honestly say that my time on jobseekers allowance have been the worst times of my life. Yes, it was great having support so I didn't starve but the process is so convoluted and difficult that it causes more stress and heartache than it relives.
As you may know I have very high anxiety levels and the sheer volume of incidents where the jobcentre have made a mistake and sent me into a full blown panic attack, or a depression spiral, is ridiculous.
And thinking about it there are two reasons:
1) I'm honest. If I'd lied half of the time I wouldn't have had a problem. There are people that are out there, sitting on their behinds, eating their own swiftly growing bodyweight in junk food not worried in the slightest that their money won't come in because of a loophole in the paperwork. I religiously did everything they said and still got kicked around like an old football.
2) I'm in a civil partnership. Yes, I'm pulling the "I'm gay" card. I don't think it's intentional, but their system is so old it keeps trying to turn me into a man every time we're transferred. Yes everyone, I have been called a male name when someone called me from there. And I can think of no other reason than the fact that I am in a lesbian relationship and the antiquated computer cannot comprehend the idea.
And that's not all I have to complain about. If you've ever visited, or had the bad luck to be forced into, a branch of job centre plus you will know that there are two levels. Upstairs (where all the one to one interviews go on) and downstairs (Where everyone simply signs in). Now, upstairs they're very nice and polite and honestly care about you. Downstairs, they couldn't give two hoots. They can't even be bothered to remember the names of the other staff above them, or the policies that the jobcentre hold. They just basically tell you to go and bother someone else with your money troubles. They don't care if you haven’t got enough money for food, I doubt they'd even pee on you if you were on fire.
A system that is meant to help you in times of need does not want you. In fact some of the money they keep to help you get what you need to work they don't like you knowing anything about. When a man in my training group mentioned this Advisor Discressionary Grant they replied with "How do you know about that?” Yes people, they couldn't care less.
And as you may have heard the unemployment rates in England have gone down. Wonderful you say. Well, do you want to know the government’s dirty little secret? Every time they send someone on a mandatory training course they stop classing them as being on jobseekers allowance. So that figure that has dropped, hasn't dropped at all. It's been shifted. Well done Mr Cameron, you've spun it in your favour yet again. Well done for beating us down so hard no one will speak out about it. Well done for turning your country into a hub of lies and depression. I'm waiting for you to completely divide the rich and poor again. You truly are a greatdictator leader.
Over and out comrades, I'm going back to my bunker.
As you may know I have very high anxiety levels and the sheer volume of incidents where the jobcentre have made a mistake and sent me into a full blown panic attack, or a depression spiral, is ridiculous.
And thinking about it there are two reasons:
1) I'm honest. If I'd lied half of the time I wouldn't have had a problem. There are people that are out there, sitting on their behinds, eating their own swiftly growing bodyweight in junk food not worried in the slightest that their money won't come in because of a loophole in the paperwork. I religiously did everything they said and still got kicked around like an old football.
2) I'm in a civil partnership. Yes, I'm pulling the "I'm gay" card. I don't think it's intentional, but their system is so old it keeps trying to turn me into a man every time we're transferred. Yes everyone, I have been called a male name when someone called me from there. And I can think of no other reason than the fact that I am in a lesbian relationship and the antiquated computer cannot comprehend the idea.
And that's not all I have to complain about. If you've ever visited, or had the bad luck to be forced into, a branch of job centre plus you will know that there are two levels. Upstairs (where all the one to one interviews go on) and downstairs (Where everyone simply signs in). Now, upstairs they're very nice and polite and honestly care about you. Downstairs, they couldn't give two hoots. They can't even be bothered to remember the names of the other staff above them, or the policies that the jobcentre hold. They just basically tell you to go and bother someone else with your money troubles. They don't care if you haven’t got enough money for food, I doubt they'd even pee on you if you were on fire.
A system that is meant to help you in times of need does not want you. In fact some of the money they keep to help you get what you need to work they don't like you knowing anything about. When a man in my training group mentioned this Advisor Discressionary Grant they replied with "How do you know about that?” Yes people, they couldn't care less.
And as you may have heard the unemployment rates in England have gone down. Wonderful you say. Well, do you want to know the government’s dirty little secret? Every time they send someone on a mandatory training course they stop classing them as being on jobseekers allowance. So that figure that has dropped, hasn't dropped at all. It's been shifted. Well done Mr Cameron, you've spun it in your favour yet again. Well done for beating us down so hard no one will speak out about it. Well done for turning your country into a hub of lies and depression. I'm waiting for you to completely divide the rich and poor again. You truly are a great
Over and out comrades, I'm going back to my bunker.
Thursday 15 July 2010
Fight the power (Notes on a broken system)
So as I type I can see so many examples of how broken our benefit system is.
My partner now has a casual job, bringing in some money, yay. I am still volunteering.
Not that I'm complaining, I like my job. I'm even being trained as a relief manager. But, and here's the thing, our benefits are going to be cut. Why, you ask?
Well, next week my partner will be working twentysix hours. To end her claim she needs to work sixteen, to end both hers and mine she needs to work twentyone. Twentysix>twentyone.
Great you say. Finally off benefits and making a contribution to society.
Not so much. After this full week we may go back to a lot less, or even nothing. As is the way of the casual worker. But this means we will have to temporarily reclaim benefits to have enough money to survive.
This system is a complete mess and doesn't take into account real people and how they work. Or how our shattered economy effects those trying to live without steady work.
We are trying to put together some savings but it's impossable in our current climate. That means moving out of my parents house (as I am in my twenty's and married) is becoming a harder and harder possibility. After this training is complete hopefully I can get a decently paying job and get out of this careers black hole that is the midlands.
Someone pay for a house for me, and a uni place, and a bloody morgage.
My partner now has a casual job, bringing in some money, yay. I am still volunteering.
Not that I'm complaining, I like my job. I'm even being trained as a relief manager. But, and here's the thing, our benefits are going to be cut. Why, you ask?
Well, next week my partner will be working twentysix hours. To end her claim she needs to work sixteen, to end both hers and mine she needs to work twentyone. Twentysix>twentyone.
Great you say. Finally off benefits and making a contribution to society.
Not so much. After this full week we may go back to a lot less, or even nothing. As is the way of the casual worker. But this means we will have to temporarily reclaim benefits to have enough money to survive.
This system is a complete mess and doesn't take into account real people and how they work. Or how our shattered economy effects those trying to live without steady work.
We are trying to put together some savings but it's impossable in our current climate. That means moving out of my parents house (as I am in my twenty's and married) is becoming a harder and harder possibility. After this training is complete hopefully I can get a decently paying job and get out of this careers black hole that is the midlands.
Someone pay for a house for me, and a uni place, and a bloody morgage.
Tuesday 29 June 2010
Busses and speeders.
Arriva. That name strikes fear into the hearts of the bravest travellers. For my non-English viewers that's the company that controls our bus service.
Lately they have been moving the routs around. Taking the 33 away from my home. A bit of a pain as that means I have to walk to, well, everywhere or wait 30mins for the secondary bus. Now here's the thing. I came out of work today, my feet killing me, the sun blazing, and the next 481 is in ten minutes. Not bad. It gives us time to catch up with a friend. So we waited... And waited... ten minutes... twenty... All the time the pain in my feet getting worse .... thirty minutes. So one bus is missing.
I wish this was rare but it happens all the time. When the blasted thing finally turns up it's packed. So much that children are standing up, hardly able to hold on, just because arriva (they don't deserve capitalisation) can't get their damn act together!
I've even been brought to the point where I wanted to complain. Guess what? Their web site's down ¬_¬
Next speeders. My road has little concrete islands to stop people speeding, though all it does is make people crash. It doesn't work. The times I've nearly been run over is ridiculous. And did I mention that this road is right outside a primary school? No? Well yes. These fuckers are making the decision to speed through a school zone where many little kids are walking.
I feel like standing outside with a sign with "Speeding? Well done, you've made your first step to becoming a child murderer."
Lately they have been moving the routs around. Taking the 33 away from my home. A bit of a pain as that means I have to walk to, well, everywhere or wait 30mins for the secondary bus. Now here's the thing. I came out of work today, my feet killing me, the sun blazing, and the next 481 is in ten minutes. Not bad. It gives us time to catch up with a friend. So we waited... And waited... ten minutes... twenty... All the time the pain in my feet getting worse .... thirty minutes. So one bus is missing.
I wish this was rare but it happens all the time. When the blasted thing finally turns up it's packed. So much that children are standing up, hardly able to hold on, just because arriva (they don't deserve capitalisation) can't get their damn act together!
I've even been brought to the point where I wanted to complain. Guess what? Their web site's down ¬_¬
Next speeders. My road has little concrete islands to stop people speeding, though all it does is make people crash. It doesn't work. The times I've nearly been run over is ridiculous. And did I mention that this road is right outside a primary school? No? Well yes. These fuckers are making the decision to speed through a school zone where many little kids are walking.
I feel like standing outside with a sign with "Speeding? Well done, you've made your first step to becoming a child murderer."
Sunday 13 June 2010
Cakes and class (An argument for polite dining)
Today I had a fresh strawberry tart with cream. So naughty I know, but something struck me. The girls at the till had apologised for being new. It was fine of course, no need to apologise at all, but it was so nice that they even thought of being that polite. Most places they would have just given you that smarmy little smile and made you wait while they played around with the till.
I find that when I go out to eat the food tastes better when the staff have been polite and attentive. In fact I can forgive a lot if the people are polite. Example, a child ran into me while I was at the supermarket last night (no one was hurt as the poor lad was literally half my size). Usually I would have been seriously bothered that the parents were not controlling the child, but the lad looked so frightened and actually said sorry. And there it was, all anger gone because of two honestly given words.
I like to dine in what many would consider upper class places if I do go out for the simple reason that the staff and patrons are a lot more polite. I'm not talking about these ridiculously expensive places that serve everything in a thimble and look down on you whoever you may be. I hate those sorts of places.
These are establishments that actually consider manners needed. I don't mean saying please every three seconds but just the common courtesy that everyone deserves. It's a matter of respect.
But I suppose respect is lacking in modern society. That's why the crime rates are up, the chav nation was born, you can't go out at night without the fear of being hurt. It's all a matter of respect. No one really respects their elders or authority. No one respects each other. I look around and there's such a negative feeling.
Right now it's raining. There's no one out and it's my favourite time. The air is fresh as pollution lowers, the chavs stay at home and you can walk outside with little fear. Apparently the fear of a little water replaces respect in my life.
What is respect to you personally and can you live without it?
I find that when I go out to eat the food tastes better when the staff have been polite and attentive. In fact I can forgive a lot if the people are polite. Example, a child ran into me while I was at the supermarket last night (no one was hurt as the poor lad was literally half my size). Usually I would have been seriously bothered that the parents were not controlling the child, but the lad looked so frightened and actually said sorry. And there it was, all anger gone because of two honestly given words.
I like to dine in what many would consider upper class places if I do go out for the simple reason that the staff and patrons are a lot more polite. I'm not talking about these ridiculously expensive places that serve everything in a thimble and look down on you whoever you may be. I hate those sorts of places.
These are establishments that actually consider manners needed. I don't mean saying please every three seconds but just the common courtesy that everyone deserves. It's a matter of respect.
But I suppose respect is lacking in modern society. That's why the crime rates are up, the chav nation was born, you can't go out at night without the fear of being hurt. It's all a matter of respect. No one really respects their elders or authority. No one respects each other. I look around and there's such a negative feeling.
Right now it's raining. There's no one out and it's my favourite time. The air is fresh as pollution lowers, the chavs stay at home and you can walk outside with little fear. Apparently the fear of a little water replaces respect in my life.
What is respect to you personally and can you live without it?
Friday 11 June 2010
BP=/= Britain
So these news and business lot seem to assume that just because BP has the word 'British' in it that it must stand for Britain itself. Last time I checked I didn't live in an oil company.
These business types are getting their panties in a twist because Obama is planning to punish whoever fucked up. And so he bloody should. It's not anti-British, it's anti-corporate. Oh, sorry. I forgot that all these whining bastards think business=life. This company has caused an environmental disaster, possibly because they cut corners to save money. Fact- There was no need to save money. Fact- The clean up will take years. Fact- many businesses that rely on the water will never recover. Fact- People have DIED. I refuse to defend any company (you see there, company NOT country) that allows that to happen. They have a responsibility and they failed, if it was a true accident that couldn't be helped then they pay for the clean-up and fine, if it was caused by negligence then they should be locked up!
It shows how corporate minded this world has become when people are defending the evil soulless oil companies. Where are the hippy's, the young environmentalists, the enraged sympathisers? Well at least one of them's in charge for once. A president that doesn't kiss oil company ass.
Refreshing isn't it?
Sorry this is a short one, I just had to get it out of my system. I may compensate you with a full blog later. Maybe .
These business types are getting their panties in a twist because Obama is planning to punish whoever fucked up. And so he bloody should. It's not anti-British, it's anti-corporate. Oh, sorry. I forgot that all these whining bastards think business=life. This company has caused an environmental disaster, possibly because they cut corners to save money. Fact- There was no need to save money. Fact- The clean up will take years. Fact- many businesses that rely on the water will never recover. Fact- People have DIED. I refuse to defend any company (you see there, company NOT country) that allows that to happen. They have a responsibility and they failed, if it was a true accident that couldn't be helped then they pay for the clean-up and fine, if it was caused by negligence then they should be locked up!
It shows how corporate minded this world has become when people are defending the evil soulless oil companies. Where are the hippy's, the young environmentalists, the enraged sympathisers? Well at least one of them's in charge for once. A president that doesn't kiss oil company ass.
Refreshing isn't it?
Sorry this is a short one, I just had to get it out of my system. I may compensate you with a full blog later. Maybe .
Thursday 10 June 2010
Intelligence and the apparent surplus of 'new ideas'
I'm in a very good mood today (can't tell you why, that's personal) but I very much am. But that cannot stop this little life commentary I've got going.
So onto modern intelligence. An experiment: go into your local town and look at all the people working around you. Think about where they could come from, where they went to school, what their IQ is. I bet I can guess your answer.
I've been looking for work for a while now and just can't seem to get a job. I guess I'd better tell you my qualifications. I have a full set of GCSE's, A-C grades. An AS level and 3 A levels. And I was a member of the National Academy for Gifted and Talented Youth (NAGTY), a group of the top 5% of the country's youth. Look it up.
My problem? I didn't work right out of school, so I don't have the experience that a lot of the secondary school drop-outs do. With Britain still in a recession employers want people who they don't have to train or pay that much, I do not fall into this group. Maybe the market is flooded with intelligent, confident, people with new ideas... But I doubt it.
It turns out that intelligence isn't valued any more. The smart kids are ignored, left to entertain themselves while the not so talented kids (or the lazy ones) get teachers bending over backwards for them. Employers don't want to change or take on new ideas because they're worried about possibly losing their business. Any job that does take intelligence isn't hiring as the government are cutting their funding left, right, and centre.
It's no wonder teenagers are happy to stay uneducated. Apparently they have better prospects.
I'd blame drugs, TV, gangs or the tellytubbies but it's not any of that. It's fear. The fear of failure on every front. You can't fail if you never try. They're never taught that not failing does not equal success. Yes, you have to work for it, but it's worth it.
I wish my belief in that wasn't faltering so heavily. I wish I could just get that one break, that one piece of art, that one novel, that one chance to really change things but that doesn't look likely to happen any time soon.
Have you ever had trouble finding work due to being mentally "overqualified"?
So onto modern intelligence. An experiment: go into your local town and look at all the people working around you. Think about where they could come from, where they went to school, what their IQ is. I bet I can guess your answer.
I've been looking for work for a while now and just can't seem to get a job. I guess I'd better tell you my qualifications. I have a full set of GCSE's, A-C grades. An AS level and 3 A levels. And I was a member of the National Academy for Gifted and Talented Youth (NAGTY), a group of the top 5% of the country's youth. Look it up.
My problem? I didn't work right out of school, so I don't have the experience that a lot of the secondary school drop-outs do. With Britain still in a recession employers want people who they don't have to train or pay that much, I do not fall into this group. Maybe the market is flooded with intelligent, confident, people with new ideas... But I doubt it.
It turns out that intelligence isn't valued any more. The smart kids are ignored, left to entertain themselves while the not so talented kids (or the lazy ones) get teachers bending over backwards for them. Employers don't want to change or take on new ideas because they're worried about possibly losing their business. Any job that does take intelligence isn't hiring as the government are cutting their funding left, right, and centre.
It's no wonder teenagers are happy to stay uneducated. Apparently they have better prospects.
I'd blame drugs, TV, gangs or the tellytubbies but it's not any of that. It's fear. The fear of failure on every front. You can't fail if you never try. They're never taught that not failing does not equal success. Yes, you have to work for it, but it's worth it.
I wish my belief in that wasn't faltering so heavily. I wish I could just get that one break, that one piece of art, that one novel, that one chance to really change things but that doesn't look likely to happen any time soon.
Have you ever had trouble finding work due to being mentally "overqualified"?
Wednesday 9 June 2010
Prudishness Vs modesty in the modern world.
Lets start, this one probably wont end up being PG like my last set of blogs so turn back now if you're feeling sensitive. I'm serious...
So, sex. We see it everywhere nowadays. We see it in soaps that are shown in the middle of the day, adverts that are shown before school hours, even in the news. Is it prudish for me not to want to see this sort of thing at those times? I don't think so. I could ramble on about thinking of the children and their innocent minds, but let's face it, most seven year olds know what sex is. This is not my problem though. Personally I do not feel comfortable seeing two people being passionate before I've even had my breakfast.
Does that make me prudish? Or has our world become so sexualised that we're all fine with that sort of thing being shown. I have no problem what you do in your own home, or business, but I do not want this sort of thing shoved in my face.
Where does it end? I'm one of those people that has a kinky side (worry not I never plan to go into detail) and I see it as normal. But I definitely wouldn't want it shown on prime time TV, in a way that is either positive or negative. I'd love it if BDSM wasn't so demonised in the media as I've seen many loving D/S relationships. But I don't want it to be used as marketing.
This isn't just the media though. This is the way we talk and the way we dress. From facebook groups that are a little too explicit for a site that lets thirteen year olds on to those tiny little skirts you see said thirteen year olds in. It's not nice to see. The problem is that it's not entirely these kids fault. Have you tried to shop for a top that doesn't have a neckline down to your belly button, or a skirt that goes down to your knees, that isn't intended to hug you so tight you can see the detail of your behind? It's almost impossible. Ten years ago designers marketing this sort of things to kids would have been locked up.
So is my opinion prudish? Is holding on to the last few threads of modesty prudish? Or should I just say forget it and just go out in fet' gear?
I think I'll keep to my blouses and skirts.
So, sex. We see it everywhere nowadays. We see it in soaps that are shown in the middle of the day, adverts that are shown before school hours, even in the news. Is it prudish for me not to want to see this sort of thing at those times? I don't think so. I could ramble on about thinking of the children and their innocent minds, but let's face it, most seven year olds know what sex is. This is not my problem though. Personally I do not feel comfortable seeing two people being passionate before I've even had my breakfast.
Does that make me prudish? Or has our world become so sexualised that we're all fine with that sort of thing being shown. I have no problem what you do in your own home, or business, but I do not want this sort of thing shoved in my face.
Where does it end? I'm one of those people that has a kinky side (worry not I never plan to go into detail) and I see it as normal. But I definitely wouldn't want it shown on prime time TV, in a way that is either positive or negative. I'd love it if BDSM wasn't so demonised in the media as I've seen many loving D/S relationships. But I don't want it to be used as marketing.
This isn't just the media though. This is the way we talk and the way we dress. From facebook groups that are a little too explicit for a site that lets thirteen year olds on to those tiny little skirts you see said thirteen year olds in. It's not nice to see. The problem is that it's not entirely these kids fault. Have you tried to shop for a top that doesn't have a neckline down to your belly button, or a skirt that goes down to your knees, that isn't intended to hug you so tight you can see the detail of your behind? It's almost impossible. Ten years ago designers marketing this sort of things to kids would have been locked up.
So is my opinion prudish? Is holding on to the last few threads of modesty prudish? Or should I just say forget it and just go out in fet' gear?
I think I'll keep to my blouses and skirts.
Tuesday 8 June 2010
Digital memory and glitches in life.
I've come to a realisation lately that my computer is slow, and always will be. This may not be an odd thing in itself, many computers are slow, especially five year old ones. But you see, this computer has a few month old hard drive that replaced the one that died. It also has a completely different operating system than it came with. This may be for many reasons: overheating, overuse, that one time it was dropped, the models well known short circuit... But there's something else.
Digital memory. And no I don't mean memory sticks. Digital memory is made up of the passive memories that computers hold. Ever had a computer that just refuses to connect to a printer for no reason whatsoever? A game console that always has a bit of a fuss after ten minutes of play? This is an example of digital memory. My personal computer is the bane of all good tech support people. No matter what you do my computer will always find something to complain about when trying to load a game. Always. In fact it seems to grow problems from nowhere.
I don't know why this phenomena occurs but I have experienced it and I know for a fact we all react to it. Every time you threaten to kick your computer and it springs into life. Don't say you don't do it. And I know you now all think I'm crazy, "Myo it's an inanimate object. It can't remember." To be honest the day you stop shouting at your monitor every time it freezes is the day I'll believe you feel that way.
Now for my second point, I seem to be making a point of always having one of these, the glitches in life. Those times when you're sure you moved something or tidied it way but there it is, right in front of you. The times when life seems to stop. Just in the middle of the day, your at home and the world has just stopped. These little 'glitches' in the real world seem to reflect the idea of digital memory. Life acting like a soulless machine with a programming problem.
When was the last time you asked your computer what the hell it had done after a glitch in your life?
Digital memory. And no I don't mean memory sticks. Digital memory is made up of the passive memories that computers hold. Ever had a computer that just refuses to connect to a printer for no reason whatsoever? A game console that always has a bit of a fuss after ten minutes of play? This is an example of digital memory. My personal computer is the bane of all good tech support people. No matter what you do my computer will always find something to complain about when trying to load a game. Always. In fact it seems to grow problems from nowhere.
I don't know why this phenomena occurs but I have experienced it and I know for a fact we all react to it. Every time you threaten to kick your computer and it springs into life. Don't say you don't do it. And I know you now all think I'm crazy, "Myo it's an inanimate object. It can't remember." To be honest the day you stop shouting at your monitor every time it freezes is the day I'll believe you feel that way.
Now for my second point, I seem to be making a point of always having one of these, the glitches in life. Those times when you're sure you moved something or tidied it way but there it is, right in front of you. The times when life seems to stop. Just in the middle of the day, your at home and the world has just stopped. These little 'glitches' in the real world seem to reflect the idea of digital memory. Life acting like a soulless machine with a programming problem.
When was the last time you asked your computer what the hell it had done after a glitch in your life?
Monday 7 June 2010
English patriotism and comercialism.
The second post in such a short time, I'm almost proud of myself.
So the world cup is coming up/started/ has begun the invasion and everyone is making fools of themselves. I'm all for being proud of your country but painting yourself like a flag and singing about a game seems like insanity. Especially when there will be no official world cup song and even the team are getting sick of all the merchandising. There should be passion and emotion in music and if this game can do this for you then great but no song will make me feel the same way. Sadly if you can't make me of all people share your emotion through song then the purpose of the song is null and void.
I know many people get into football like they do religion, though that begs the question why? Why have these people, however skilled they may be, become idols? They're simply human the same as the rest of us. Why them and not the artists and writers of the past? The musicians? Even actors do not gain such worship. Maybe it's that passing, passive, adrenalin rush that music and art can not deliver to the masses (though if you've ever been to a concert you know that's not necessarily true.) Maybe it's for the sake of gripping onto nostalgia, remembering a time when we were actually good at the sport. Some deep down longing for a world where all nations are equal. After all, we all know of the time where two nations in the grip of a war played football fairly and without prejudice on the battlefield itself. Maybe it's something more shallow like passive fame if England once again world cup winners.
As I am not a football fan I have no idea. And sadly these days I am not an England fan either. When people ask me what I think of when I think of "England" all I can think of is chavs, drinking, unemployment, criminals, delinquency and a nation of kids with very little chance of a successful future. And it's a shame. I want to be able to think of the country I was born in as a place famed for acceptance, equality, a history of great writers and poets but I just can't. I can't see the image of that England.
Now, to the subject of commercialism, a word we would usually associate with America. But I see it every day here. Look out of your window and you'll see brand labels written across peoples backs like billboards. People pay £100's just to advertise these labels so other people will also spend £100's. And these people are kids. We're in a recession and people on benefits are throwing money at these multimillion pound companies. It's insane. Now to link all this to my original point.
Is paying £50 of money that could be saved or spent on keeping your finances afloat on a piece of England merchandise, made by an American company, patriotic?
So the world cup is coming up/started/ has begun the invasion and everyone is making fools of themselves. I'm all for being proud of your country but painting yourself like a flag and singing about a game seems like insanity. Especially when there will be no official world cup song and even the team are getting sick of all the merchandising. There should be passion and emotion in music and if this game can do this for you then great but no song will make me feel the same way. Sadly if you can't make me of all people share your emotion through song then the purpose of the song is null and void.
I know many people get into football like they do religion, though that begs the question why? Why have these people, however skilled they may be, become idols? They're simply human the same as the rest of us. Why them and not the artists and writers of the past? The musicians? Even actors do not gain such worship. Maybe it's that passing, passive, adrenalin rush that music and art can not deliver to the masses (though if you've ever been to a concert you know that's not necessarily true.) Maybe it's for the sake of gripping onto nostalgia, remembering a time when we were actually good at the sport. Some deep down longing for a world where all nations are equal. After all, we all know of the time where two nations in the grip of a war played football fairly and without prejudice on the battlefield itself. Maybe it's something more shallow like passive fame if England once again world cup winners.
As I am not a football fan I have no idea. And sadly these days I am not an England fan either. When people ask me what I think of when I think of "England" all I can think of is chavs, drinking, unemployment, criminals, delinquency and a nation of kids with very little chance of a successful future. And it's a shame. I want to be able to think of the country I was born in as a place famed for acceptance, equality, a history of great writers and poets but I just can't. I can't see the image of that England.
Now, to the subject of commercialism, a word we would usually associate with America. But I see it every day here. Look out of your window and you'll see brand labels written across peoples backs like billboards. People pay £100's just to advertise these labels so other people will also spend £100's. And these people are kids. We're in a recession and people on benefits are throwing money at these multimillion pound companies. It's insane. Now to link all this to my original point.
Is paying £50 of money that could be saved or spent on keeping your finances afloat on a piece of England merchandise, made by an American company, patriotic?
Sunday 6 June 2010
On the subject of servitude and modern feminism.
Have you ever watched those old films, the ones with lady's in corsets swooning over a guy that wears more lace than most lolita's and thought "I want to be like that.". You want the style and the manners, the romantic ideals, the power. Well, how about the servants? In an idealised sort of: kind home owner, buys you your uniforms/clothes, gives you enough to eat, keeps a roof over your head, bonus at christmas, all in exchange for doing the housework kind of way. How about that?
When you were a little kid did you want to be the prince/princess or the handmaiden/manservant? (or maybe the whipping boy but that's for a different blog all together ^_< )
I'm torn you see. I want the princess' money so I can afford all the things I need like my home, my clothes, food on the table and little bits and pieces for the sake of wanting them. I want the garden and the music, the high class parties and girls actually covering up (Do not get me started on modern fashion ideals and how ridiculous they've become. Maybe in another blog). But I also love the idea of being the maid, keeping the home tidy, making the food that goes on the table, taking care of the princess. It's very much like the modern day housewife. The idea of a 'kept' woman.
So where does all this fit in with the modern idea of feminism. Many may think that these idea's are anti-feminist as it's usually the "king" or "landowner" bringing in the money for all these things to happen in the first place. But it's a matter of choice.
If the "princess" chooses to sit in her tower with her jewellery and pampering then it's her who has taken the power back. The man gives her the money but she chooses what's done with it.
And the same with the "maid" or "housewife", if they choose to take care of the home, cook and clean then that's her power. She makes the home liveable.
Personally I see myself as an equalist, where neither the man nor woman holds the power. Both are equal and so are treated as such. I choose to keep myself covered. I choose to wear shorts or bloomers under skirts for modesty. I choose to keep to a very feminine ideal when it comes to my clothing choices. I choose to dream of forfilling the idea of the housewife one day.
So... We go back to the beginning. Are you the owner or the servant?
When you were a little kid did you want to be the prince/princess or the handmaiden/manservant? (or maybe the whipping boy but that's for a different blog all together ^_< )
I'm torn you see. I want the princess' money so I can afford all the things I need like my home, my clothes, food on the table and little bits and pieces for the sake of wanting them. I want the garden and the music, the high class parties and girls actually covering up (Do not get me started on modern fashion ideals and how ridiculous they've become. Maybe in another blog). But I also love the idea of being the maid, keeping the home tidy, making the food that goes on the table, taking care of the princess. It's very much like the modern day housewife. The idea of a 'kept' woman.
So where does all this fit in with the modern idea of feminism. Many may think that these idea's are anti-feminist as it's usually the "king" or "landowner" bringing in the money for all these things to happen in the first place. But it's a matter of choice.
If the "princess" chooses to sit in her tower with her jewellery and pampering then it's her who has taken the power back. The man gives her the money but she chooses what's done with it.
And the same with the "maid" or "housewife", if they choose to take care of the home, cook and clean then that's her power. She makes the home liveable.
Personally I see myself as an equalist, where neither the man nor woman holds the power. Both are equal and so are treated as such. I choose to keep myself covered. I choose to wear shorts or bloomers under skirts for modesty. I choose to keep to a very feminine ideal when it comes to my clothing choices. I choose to dream of forfilling the idea of the housewife one day.
So... We go back to the beginning. Are you the owner or the servant?
Saturday 5 June 2010
Rage against the machine
The financial state of my little insular bubble is an absolute mess today as our government can't pull it's finger out and get it's workers to DO THEIR JOB. I'm trying to get a damn job so I can get off benefits and they take away my money (on a Saturday so they can't be contacted, cowards) for no apparent reason. Unless it was something from months ago. The system is a shambles of laziness and snobbishness where if you need actual help you can't get it but if you're just lazy you can get everything handed to you on a silver platter. I'm just so angry right now. Someone just EMPLOY ME! I can do so many things.
Monday 24 May 2010
A great deal of stress for some bracets.
Apparently you can't buy normal curtain pole brackets any more, not without buying a new pole. So, I ended up doing just that. Luckily me new Eeyor curtains are looking very very cute ^_^
Monday 10 May 2010
Illness and bordom
I'm ill. Don't know what it is but I'm definitely ill. I'm bored too, usually going for a daily walk to keep myself busy. Alas my mp3 player died and the new one wont get here until Friday at the earliest. I've already deco'ed up half of the things I own (and my partner owns) and got back into drawing but still.
At least my new mp3 is going to be cute (hello kitty) so that's nice.
At least my new mp3 is going to be cute (hello kitty) so that's nice.
Monday 26 April 2010
the lowest of the low.
Today I spent the day with the thickest the uk has to offer. These people didn't know who Oscar Wilde was ! I mean come on! They still picked on the goth kid and most of them were a hell of a lot older than me! I'm not going to sit through another day of that. I'm quitting tomorrow and going back to job hunting. I am SO much better than these people. I can get a job!
Sunday 25 April 2010
Slight cupcake obsession.
I've gained this odd cupcake obsession. All my storage boxes are printed with cupcakes and I just got a new cupcake cook book. And did I mention the new cupcake note cards? And the little cupcake address book. I think I'm going through my girly phase late lol!
Monday 19 April 2010
Photos for a friend.
This is where the camera/phone/ rusted metal was . looks like it's been taken.
the safe
the pylons up there
Wednesday 7 April 2010
Lunch recepies for the dieting.
Main meal: curry pasta salad.
I cup of pasta.
1/4 cup of milk.
6 shakes of curry powder.
4 button mushrooms.
1 cup full of prawns.
As much lettuce as you like.
Boil the pasta and fry the prawns. When done, drain the oil/water off both and mix the pasta and prawns in one pan. Add the milk and curry powder then reduce. Wait until it cools and add the lettuce.
Dessert: fruit salad.
1 orange
pineapple chunks
cherries
grapes
Chop all that up and mix it together. You can have as much of this as you like.
I cup of pasta.
1/4 cup of milk.
6 shakes of curry powder.
4 button mushrooms.
1 cup full of prawns.
As much lettuce as you like.
Boil the pasta and fry the prawns. When done, drain the oil/water off both and mix the pasta and prawns in one pan. Add the milk and curry powder then reduce. Wait until it cools and add the lettuce.
Dessert: fruit salad.
1 orange
pineapple chunks
cherries
grapes
Chop all that up and mix it together. You can have as much of this as you like.
Sunday 28 March 2010
AAaaaaarrrrrg!
Why the hell is it every time I lose a couple of inches I GAIN weight!! That is not logical. Fuck you BMI! Fuck you weight watchers!
Tuesday 23 March 2010
bla...
Job centre day always depresses me. I don't know why. I'm sitting here writing to keep my mind off it but it's still there, niggling at me. I need some sort of help but all my doctor wants is blood. I don't want to go yet again and get the same thing. All doctors assume just because I'm 20 that I HAVE to be on drugs. I may be slightly paranoid but they give me bloody reason to be.
Thursday 18 March 2010
life goes on.
I've had a couple of very emo days but seeing my best friend was great today. We chatted about anything and everything, and tried to avoid the chavs and emo's. Ick. Emo's hang out in gangs now. I was lead to believe that they WANTED to be alone. Go figure.
We're meeting up again on monday to finish sorting this damn computer and do some pathworking. Good times.
We're meeting up again on monday to finish sorting this damn computer and do some pathworking. Good times.
Friday 12 March 2010
Another day
My job centre visit was cancelled due to illness this morning, theirs not mine, so I'm at a bit of a loss what to do with my morning. We're off to my nans house to visit later and hopefully meet up with Plan_b. Hopefully. Our meetings are never certain for one reason or another.
It's my partner's birthday so we'll probably be having gateaux for lunch. Not exactly healthy but still nice. We'll be seeing my partner's mum and sisters too. Her little brother's ill so he won't be coming.
That's for Sunday when we go over for dinner. Not the most exciting birthday but it's nice to relax about it all after such a hectic week.
It's my partner's birthday so we'll probably be having gateaux for lunch. Not exactly healthy but still nice. We'll be seeing my partner's mum and sisters too. Her little brother's ill so he won't be coming.
That's for Sunday when we go over for dinner. Not the most exciting birthday but it's nice to relax about it all after such a hectic week.
Thursday 11 March 2010
New beginnings
New beginnings, new harddrive, new blog.
This is a secondary blog that will be used every so often.
This is a secondary blog that will be used every so often.
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