Treading the boards

I'm going for an audition tonight. Which I'm at least moderately excited about. I haven't done any acting in, hmm, three years at least and I've missed it. I'm not sure what the play is - Jenni will probably comment the title for me - but I'll get a read when I show up for the audition. Jenni is directing a bit of it and she says it's good - I'll trust her.

Which will be much later this evening as I have a looooong day today. Up at King's Buildings today, with the Scientist Little Student People, it being a Wednesday. Supervising the Destination of Leavers of Higher Education chaps this evening until 8.30 pm, then running like Hell for the LGBT centre on Howe Street for the auditions. It's a semi-bufter theatre company. All very inclusionist, though.

Patsy the Cat will probably mug me when I get home, what with having had to wait since breakfast until 10pm (by the time I get home) for any food.

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Green Tree.

Photoshopped every so slightly (I am learning). I diddled the contrast a bit and dialed up the colour value. Moss looks good, eh?

For those of you who may be into digital photography, I found a cool newsletter / blog / site to use.

http://www.photojojo.com/

I've had a dig through the archive and signed up for the newsletter. Some daft pish on the order of 'create snowglobes' but some useful stuff, too.

I'll provide links to those things I use / like the look of. Like this one.

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Like this one. It's...buildings (duh) on Cowgate, taken from Candlemaker Row.

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A good point to highlight this one.

I have a rule - nothing goes on the blog that I wouldn't want my mother or my boss to read.

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You've got to feel his pain.

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Have a good one,

C

This should be easy

The moving, I mean. I packed up all my books last night, disassembled the bookcases and cleared out all the junk from underneath my bed. That all done, I had a glance round the flat and apart from my CDs and DVDs, neither of which are massive collections, there's not a lot else to pack except clothes.

OK, there's a lot of those, but they're hardly what you'd call heavy. Reckon the stuff-cull I did when I moved in must have been more severe than I thought.

This evening, I am going to iron the clothes I'll need between now and moving day and then pack the rest. After that, all I'll need to do is have a go at the kitchen cupboards, pack what's mine, take out one of each item for use between then and moving day and leave the rest where they are.

What? Why, yes, I have done this before. (I've even got the boxes I used in the last move, compacted, tied up with string and stored in cupboard.)

So - yay! Packing should be a doddle and, gods willing, so should the move.

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Fat Squirrel!

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Quote of the Day - James Thurber - "It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers."

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Some

fun

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sinfest

variety

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Lady who looks out on the corner of Spittal Street and Castle Terrace.

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Have a good one,

C

White Rabbit Impression

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date!

The whole day has been behind time. Snoozzzze alarm was awfully (too) tempting this morning, then I gashed my neck open shaving, which cut opened again after I'd tied my tie, leaking blood all over the only ironed shirt in the flat. My usual relaxed thirty minute walk turned into a thirty second sprint to catch the 8.45 bus, ten minutes on bus, then five minute power walk in order to make it to work on time. Which I did. *breathlessly smug*

Bring on the move and being five minutes away walk from the office! Boss is commenting far too expansively on me being the closest person to work. I've told her not to mention this in front of anyone who has security responsiblities. I am *not* volunteering for being a designated key holder. Nope, no, and uh-uh.

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Well, my.

I think I'm past white rabbit impressions for today's entry, as I'm writing it tomorrow. As it were. Yesterday was a bit crazy. Attended a talk at lunchtime and was quite busy with general work. The evening was spent getting on with packing, so it was about half nine before I thought, "Here, I haven't blethered pish - I mean, blogged - today." And then blogger wasn't playing for some reason.

Ah, well.

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Have a good one?

C

You can't help your upbringing

I've mentioned before that the overwhelming majority of my colleagues are women. This presents a problem for a chap who is as well (some would say over-) trained as I am. And, no, I don't mean the excessive amount of time I've spent at University or the quite ludicrous level of hygiene and customer service badges I've had pinned to various (and usually ugly) uniforms over the years.

No. I mean the training my mother very carefully instilled in me as I was growing up on the behaviour of a gentleman.

A gentleman, by my mother's definition, opens doors, carries boxes and gives compliments (that one's especially important) amongst other things. This presents a bit of a challenge when the gentleman is surrounded by women. One really can't help one's upbringing but it's a trifle off that I have these squirmy guilt feelings from watching the admin staff carry boxes in from delivery to a cupboard.

These are healthy women, well able to carry a boxful of flyers from one room to the other (and one of them actually got a bit narky when I insisted on carrying the lion's share one week) so why must I feel bad about letting them do it?

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Within chat about jobs, instigated by Patrick's current search for employment, someone said it must have been quite intimidating to make application to a careers service, with the most likely very high expectations from all things CV, application form and interview performance. The thought never really crossed my mind at the time. There is some documented smuggery on my part for having achieved the job, but I think most telling of all is that I was reading about the Civil Service Fast Stream's Assessment Centres today and thought, "Ooh - that sounds like fun."

Damn, I'm twisted.

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I can never figure out if I'm the cat or the dog.

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Have a good one,

C

Two weeks today!

The big move. Although I don't know if 'big' is really an adjective one can apply to me moving. It happens so often.

The move being a Thursday, most all of my indentured slaves - I mean friends - will be at their designated place of work so I must be especially thankful to Hamish and Steve who are kindly taking time out of their home-work schedules to help me move boxes.

And thank God for the move. I did get to go to sleep in my bed last night, rather than the couch, but upstairs thought that 2am was a fine time to stick some thumping rock on. I replied with ceiling thumping and, thankfully, they quietened down. That makes the tenth night in a row where my sleep has been broken and it's starting to tell. I am tired.

I am quite vehement with the thumping at this point. It's not one or two knocks, but a continual barrage until they shut the f*ck up. And I know all the best points on the ceiling to get the best hollow booming sounds.

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Dictionary.com Word of the Day - pettifogger: a petty, unscrupulous lawyer; also, one who quibbles over trivia.

WHAT a brilliant word! Not only is it Victorian sounding, but its very obscurity is a balance and hypocritical contradiction of its use in conversation. I would suggest that only a pettifogger would actually use the word itself, you see.

Genius.

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Cool stuff from Australia. Paleontological cool stuff, that is.

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Have a good one,

C

I do wonder...

...at people who clearly hate their job. There are some insanely grumpy people in one of the cafes up at King's Buildings - one would think it was a vast imposition for them to serve a person their food. Seriously, people - get a job you like.

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And on topic of jobs and liking - I still love mine. And I can clearly see a progression to the much vaunted careers adviser post. One of the advisers fell ill of a sudden yesterday, wee shame, so there was no drop-in clinic for the late opening last night. I was covering the info desk so I go to do a few rounds of CV feedback which I really, really, really enjoyed.

I'm liking the info stuff and it is really the biggest gap in my progress towards adviser - knowing the markets and the 'guidance industry' as it were. The counselling skills I already have - bugger false modesty. And I am bang up alongside this.

It's a constant surprise to most people who come along for guidance, and for a great many people who fancy themselves as counsellors or analysts that advice is the one thing that you Do Not Do.

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Up and up and up - on the audience of my mithering. Traffic report says an average of 21 of you per day. Which I find exciting, and flattering, no matter what some others might say.

Once again - thanks for stopping by.

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I am so incredibly keen on the moving flat. The couch is starting to get seriously uncomfortable. I get a couple of hours kip there, wake up around 2 am and plod through to my room. There's no guarantee the noise will have stopped by then, unfortunately. Last night was cinema night upstairs - Return of the Jedi. They did shut up when I hammered on the wall and roared, "Can we have less of the f*cking Ewoks, please?!" (From the murmurs I heard I reckon they were a tad surprised at my easy identification of the small furry ones.)

On the flip side of the continued noise, it is an ongoing 'Yes, I am absolutely right to be moving'.

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I've always wanted to have Spiderman in my pants.

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Blogger doing its anti-photo thing, so none for today!

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Have a good one,

C

Life is good

I have food!

LATE lunch. And I mean *late*. It's three o clock, for gods' sakes. I had training this morning, and into the afternoon, then had to cover reception lunch which I was tardy for as I was doing first aider things (my first ill person). So, now I eat.

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I'm going to stop complaining about Patsy the Cat making noise in the morning.

The letting agents have started viewing my flat, so I had to send Miss off to lodge with my folks until a new tenant is found(poor fool, whoever it is). I have a small inkling of what parents sending their child off to boarding school must feel like. You'd think she was headed for a concentration camp the way she cowered into my chest. Anyway, this morning I rather heartily missed her yowling self, so I'll stop complaining when I get her back.

(And we all know that's a bare faced lie, yes? She'll be an an irritating little tick again about half an hour after she arrives.)

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Once again - not a tree.

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Have a good one,

C

Blahblah blethers...

Monday, Monday and it's back to work. Happily so as the day is absolutely zipping by. And this afternoon I'm going to the main library for a bit of a reccie. *bibliophile glee*

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Sat night and Sunday were nice. Pleasant drinks out at the Holyrood Tavern and yesterday was spent wandering round flat resolving to do things for the move. I sent to the letting agent telling them I was OK for viewings prior to my moving out, as the landlord had been so obliging (not at all usual for a landlord, in my experience) about my moving out. I note that the advert has gone up on citylets, but has the letting agent been in contact to say 'ok, thanks' or even just 'ok'?

Three guesses and the first two don't count.

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The little dots are seagulls - not smears on your screen. Not showing up very well on here. And I notice the one I put up on Saturn's Day is really quite dark - darker than it looked on laptop at home. Must be this screen (I hope).

And I hope you all notice that it's not a tree. :)

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You have to go back a few days for the full arc, but it's funny by itself.

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Well, that's lunch.

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Have a good one,

C

Smiling back

Interesting how much difference locale can make. I went for a wander up around Arthur's Seat (windy) to take some photos. I tend to smile when I meet people's eyes - many years in customer service - and there's very few that smile back. So much so that it's something quite noteworthy. Parks and hills and things make such a difference, though. Most everybody smiles back - you even (amazingly!) get a few people who say 'hello'.

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Pleasant evening last night. Conversation and a glass of two or wine in good company. Off out to Holyrood Tavern tonight for farewell drinks to Tom and Katie who are off to New Zealand forever and all.

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Have a good one,

C

Smartly Dressed

OK, so last night Channel 4's Chief Executive came on the telly to comment on the whole Big Brother 'are they being racist?' thing. I don't watch that twaddle so can't comment, but what I would like to comment on is the Chief Exec's chosen mode of dress for making comment on national television.

A polo shirt. And not even a very smart one and it was unbuttoned halfway down his chest. Am I old-fashioned all of a sudden in thinking that this is Quite Wrong and far too casual for a person of such large responsiblity? Or is it just that Channel 4 are far too groovy and cool to bother with such things? (I do note that C4 are donating proceeds from the phone vote to charity, so they do get some, very small, cool and groovy points. I suppose.)

A N Other irritating thing about the BB nonsense (besides the nonsense itself - will it be cancelled soon? Please? We BEG YOU!) is the Daily Mail's front page yesterday. It ran something like:

"Great events are happening but the Houses of Parliament choose to debate Big Brother."

*ring ring* *ring ring*

"Hi. Yeah, is this kettle? Pot here. You're black."

Check out the Daily Mail's website for today.

And, yes, I know inveighing against the Daily Mail is a waste of perfectly good bile, but COME ON!

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These may be the funniest Tshirts ever. I want the Pirate one!

(I did see one which may be offensive. Of course, saying that will probably encourage you to look.)

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And, for those of you hate, loathe and wish to destroy all abbreviation as used on the 'net - I've found a fight back WTF for you:

OMGWTFBBQ

Got to love Urban Dictionary.

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Tree with sheep!

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Have a good one,

C

Snow!

*childish excitement*

Well, it's not really all that cold, is it, even if it is snowing. And, yes, I know this goes against the whining 'where's Spring?' entry from earlier, but I never made any claim to consistency. And logic's for pussies.

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Off, I expect.

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Pleasant evening last night, once again in fine company. Made a nice soup and then dry fried chilli beef with kung po vegetables. Tasty goodness. Watched Constantine, which was all right. The ending was slightly unexpected, too. Just slightly.

Instead of Our Hero being allowed to bugger off up to Heaven, having been all self-sacrificing and such, he was pulled back by The Devil, cured of his illness and allowed to live - so that he could be bad and end up in Hell, after all, later in life - or death. As it were. Like I say, slightly more interesting than the usual.

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Achieved new memory card for my camera today, courtesy of my bro, which was nice of him. He fetched it in from a business trip to Houston. Two gigs so I don't need to worry about taking lots of high-res photies any more. It was getting really irritating - even a wee wander round town snapping away would fill the shitty little card I got with the camera up in short order. I now have my eye on a skippity camera bag. Need to check measurements and all that, though.

Wishful thinking, really - what with moving house and all I reckon it'll be March before I can make any purchases. Ah, well. Not like I don't have many bags, anyway.

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A blast from the past. Photo from Belfast, trip was in the summer some time.

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Have a good one,

C

Five minutes walk!

That's how far my new flat is from my work. Woop! Although one of the things I will miss when I move is the walk home. It's entirely pleasant wandering down the Royal Mile. Plus, my half an hour to and from work walk is an easy way to get exercise. I will now have to seek it out. Egad!

I'm all right for putting effort in when there's no effort involved in setting up the effort, but otherwise...

Let me explain. At one point, I lived opposite a gym. My door - cross road - gym door. At that point I went to the gym quite happily four or five times a week for at least an hour a time, more usually an hour and a half. Cardio, weights, the whole thing. Then I moved fifteen minutes walk up the road and never went to the gym again.

That took a bit of a turn - this section was supposed to be all about Yay! I've got new flat sorted. And, inevitably, last night the neighbours were quiet. Not that I'm complaining about being able to sleep in my bed.

Other pleasant things about new flat are a gas hob instead of a 'lectric one, laminate floors and windows - multiple thereof.
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My average is up - from 14 to 17. Which means more of you are reading my inane ramblings, I think. Either that or it's people reading on the page rather than from feeds. (See Patrick - I can be taught!) I like the first option better, though.

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I really must go take some new photos. Getting bored with these Lakes ones...

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Have a good one,

C

It's official

I am moving. Again!

The neighbours were, once again, noisy last night - had to go sleep on the couch which is not long enough even for my short-arsed self. Woke up at 4am, figured they'd have shut up and gone to bed by then so I toddled through to my bed. But no, they were still up, still talking, still watching television. If I hadn't already made an appointment to view a flat today, it would have been a truly atrocious night of frustration.

The next problem is fighting with the Letting Service to get away with only 3 and a bit weeks notice instead of the full month. I've called Citizen's Advice, who must be insane as they seem to think a letting agent will be reasonable about a tenant's request. HA!

Oh - and cross your fingers that the flat I'm going to see is any good.

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I shouldn't really be blogging at the moment, but it was such an interrupted night of sleep and I'm just covering info desk for fifteen minutes. Hard to conjure a decent bit of work in that length of time even when I'm feeling un-clogged of head.

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If you should happen to read this in the morning, then good points in the day to be sending the positive thoughts my way would be:

12.15pm - speaking to Letting Service (receptionist who looks at you like you're scum, with a face like she's chewing on at half brick). ***update**** - spoke to Landlord and all OK - got exit date for 9th February.

3.30pm - viewing the hopeful new flat. ***update*** - been to see flat, it is good and is now mine! (y'all people's positive thoughts must be Rock Hard, btw).
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Spot the seagull.

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Have a good one,

C

Maybe moving...and other stories

Yeeep - once again, I may be moving. I swear to God, I'll find somewhere that suits me eventually. Or at least somewhere that suits me for at least a year. The one I'm going to look at tomorrow is very near work, though, and sounds nice.

I'm fed up with the occasional and annoying noise from upstairs. As I've said before, it's not the neighbours' fault, it's the fact that there is *no* sound insulation between my bedroom and the upstairs flat. It's not all that reasonable to complain about people sitting around in their flat and making conversation. Thing of it is, with the lack of insulation they might as well be in the same room as me. I had to go sleep on the couch the other night, which I was most definitely not thrilled with.

Starting to get a bit narked with being right on the main street, too. More than one window in the flat would be nice, as well.

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The weekend was lovely, if too short. I am a sleepy boy, having stayed much too late at Steve-O's last night, but we were watching Star Wars. You know, one forgets what an excellent film that is. (Especially after the recent travesties). The design is amazing, the dialogue is good, costumes are wicked. I did manage to leave before it ended, but still wasn't in bed until well after pumpkin time. Late night tonight, as well. Attending an alumni evening at the Law School. I'd be tempted not to bother, but I said I'd help with set up and other such things. Definitely not hanging around for the schmoosing (sp?), though.

*yaaaAAAAaaaawn*

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Tree for today.

Not taken any new photos in aaaaaaages. The weather was lovely for them yesterday, but I didn't get out the house in time. I have got a few shots which I've framed with the ickle camera, so I know where I'm going. I have been playing with Photoshop (thank you, Sue) a bit and can now do a few things.

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I can heartily recommend Smokin' Aces. Wickedly good film. Giggled, gasped and (at least once) shrieked my way through it in fine company on Saturday night, after a similarly pleasant dinner at La Tasca.

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Have a good one,

C

Saturn's Day

A bit of a late start, this morning. I do love the long lie-in and no window in the bedroom makes cuddling further under the duvet and enjoying the dark extremely attractive. I do eventually have to stir out to deal with the cat's pitiful meows for food, though. Isn't she pretty?

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The small Jen's small soiree was fun. I hope the next year is as good as she can hope, too - never a more deserving person. :)

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Not much in the way of excitment this afternoon - the dreaded 'cleaning', I'm afraid, but after the place is sparkly I'm going to rearrange. Desk space is, I think, warranted. Too much hunching over the keyboard going on, can't be good for me. Also having purchased Steve-O's big TV after he was spoiled with an LCD monster, the couch needs to be a bit more distant from the TV corner. Getting square eyes.

I know - not earth shattering news, but I've never had a big TV. Puny portable has always been the way for me so it's still a bit, "Wow. Look at the size of that!"

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Right, well, I expect the water heater has done its job by now.

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Have a good one,

C

Blech!

This weather is viiiiiiile! (Regardless of what people who are just back from blistering sunshine and are enjoying the novelty may think.) When will it be Spring? Oh, when oh when oh when?

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Busy weekend ahead. It is the Small Jen's birthday(Word to ya, sister! - What? It's ironic.) Going down to her place tonight for a few beverages and then out into town for a couple more. Nothing crazy, but it should be a pleasant evening. Going to the flicks tomorrow and then bowling on Sunday (during which I intend to smack some bitches down with my Ninja Strike Skills - come on!).

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Some folk are off work at the moment. Women - and of course they are very ill whereas we chaps are always suffering from Man Flu. It's the whole multi-tasking thing all over again (as if a lack of focus was a good thing.)

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I hadn't bothered with new year's resolutions - never do, really. I figure you're going to do it, or you're not. This one I like, though.

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Can't let a day go past without a picture...


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Have a good one,

C

Droopy Eyes

Phew. Getting up early four days in a row canNOT be good for you. I think everyone's suffering from back-to-work syndrome, though. If only one could win the lottery, eh?

Without buying a ticket, for preference, seeing as how I never do. Anyway, little bit sleepy today but getting fed at my Dad's, so an easy evening and early bed ahead, I think. Get prepped for the weekend, which is busybusylotstodo.

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I'm starting to get a bit antsy on the writing. Can't seem to find the headspace, excepting those times when it's definitely time for bed. Then the ideas come thick and fast and characters start chattering away in my head grand-style. No sense of timing, the buggers.

I think I might have to start being a bit anti-social. There are only so many hours in the day after all and I have so much I want to get done. It's kind of tricky, though. I'm not boasting when I say I have lots of friends - all of whom will inevitably get stroppy if I retreat to a small chris'flat-shaped cocoon. I dunno. Maybe I need a better schedule. Or a schedule.

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Still ekeing out the Lakes photos.



Not sure if you'll be able to see it in the blog, but the small dot in the middle is a seagull, coming in to land. I thought it looked rather cool in the original, but my camera is really not taking the piss when it comes to file size.

I did have a disappointment as far as kodakgallery.com goes. It only seems to update the small size. You can order prints as large as you like with the original resolution, but it won't show them onscreen. Grrrrr. I should probably start burning CDs of them now before it gets to be too big a job. I damn sure ain't losing a whole load of photos if the laptop has a fit again. Lesson most definitely learned there.

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Have a good one,

C

Lies - all lies!!!

Honestly, what do some people think? That we sit here, at our desks, with 'reception' and (here's the key one) 'information' on little signs with the express purpose of lying to them.

It's Wednesday, you see, on which day we are only open in the afternoon, from 12pm. Even though the door is shut and the opening times are on the door, the Little Student People (who can't read, it seems) knock, or just walk in. We tell them, "We are closed until twelve," and then then look at the opening hours - to try and catch us out? One even came back in, clutching the leaflet of the opening hours and stating, "It says here, 'Monday to Friday, 9:30 till..." (at this point he came across the hours marked 'Wednesday'. "Oh. Oh, right. I see. OK."

Sheepish exit on his part.

I mean - WHY would we lie to them? What exact purpose would this achieve?

Grrrrrrr.

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More trees. Bored yet?






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Any one got the full text of that?

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It's a thought.

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Have a good one,

C

Another Day

Read that somewhere. A warrior's greeting. "Well, it's another day, and we're still here."

Not quite war at the information centre, but yesterday was mammoth! All very busy with the Little Student People whose parents, we reckon, have chivvied them into getting an appointment with an adviser, "as soon as you get back. Oh, do promise, darling. This is your future we're talking about."

I managed to totally arse up booking some of them. Not irretrievably, but I was quite irritated at myself. It's not hard to do, after all.

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Haven't been by Princes Street since Sunday but I reckon this lot are gone now. (Sorry quality isn't the best - not got original on the old memory stick, so this is downloaded from my kodak gallery.)

It needs cropping, too, to take out the fence, but I haven't properly settled down with Photoshop yet.

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And we continue with showing off our Lakes photies, which we do have onna stick. Actually, just noticed I put the same one up twice. Muppet me, but it is my favourite (the one with the big cloud?).

It was Bloody Windy when I took this one, as you might be able to tell from the ripples on the water. We got lucky with the weather, really, as the day we wanted to go out for a 'proper' walk was the one day we got sunshine and calm weather. I even remembered to take proper boots, which didn't exactly match my outfit on Hogmanay, but hey ho - can't have everything.

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I've joined Napster. Partly unintentionally, as I only intended to use the free offer I had which gave me a week's subscription and ten free download tracks. Inevitably, though, I took my eye off the ball and didn't cancel in time to dodge the first payment, so I now have a full month to enjoy it, costing me £9.95. I'm not sure - might keep it as it's not a bad service, as such. Some might think it crazy paying nearly a tenner for the right to hold (but not save) music on 'your' napster, which is available on your computer when you're off as well as online. As soon as I stop paying subscription, all the downloaded (and unpaid for - you can pay another £1 or so per track to burn them or save them to your computer) tracks disappear from your library.

Still, it does mean I can download and listen to new music every single night and I'm casting my mind back to Sixth Year Studies English. During that period, I was an obsessive singles tape maker. It's a pleasant way to take a very short break from your reading or writing (mostly writing now, in my case) for a half a minute, refresh your head.

Anyway - got a month to decide whether or not I'm getting my ten pounds worth of entertainment out of it!

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It was Guantanamo Bay's fifth birthday yesterday.

'nuff said.

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Again, the guy with the ears is Satan.

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Have a good one,

C

Ok, everybody...

...back on their heads.

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Well, back to work today and quite happy to be. I'm going to apologise once more for being so non-blogging over the festive season (especially as so many of you were still checking in!), but I was on holiday and a well deserved one at that. Last year was great for so many reasons, but it was definitely a long year too so I decided to cuddle my time off. It was very relaxing, festive fun was had but I'm officially back in the game as of today.

You know what's brilliant about today? It's my first day back at work since the 22nd December and how many emails did I have to check this morning?

Three.

That's right. You heard me. THREE!

*dances* I love my jooooooooooob!

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Trip down to the Lakes was excellent fun. Eating, drinking, making merry and, as you can see, taking photos.

I'm getting seriously boy-with-toy about the camera now. Any day in which I do not take photographs is a wasted one. I've started using kodakgallery instead of flickr (doesn't cost and no upload limits) so if any one wants to see the set, drop me a mail and I'll invite you to the folder.

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I seem to be obsessed with trees, but it's very hard not to be. Such photogenic items and they're everywhere. "Ooh - that's a good tree" seems to be my stock phrase of the moment.


And no, I don't hug them, as a rule.



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It seems like everybody is back to work today. Even the webcomics which have been on hiatus. I wonder if they affect the economy too? Can't instantly find a link, but there was a big furore (in the press, though, so let's not pay too much attention) about the number of small and medium size businesses which took holidays right up until today. It seems we, the UK, won't be able to compete in the global markets if we choose to have time off. Silly us.

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People just don't think ahead. I mean, consider cyborg technology.

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I'm headed towards Ultimate Grown-Up status. Going to see about a mortgage this week. Eep!

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Have a good one,

C

Bless you...

...you're still there. Or so my traffic report tells me. And here's me being the biggest slacker in the world. It's going to take me a day or two to put together the Monstrous Blog to cover all the way back to Christmas Day, but I promise not to take too long about it.

Thanks for still being there.

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Happy New Year,

C