Archive for June, 2003

War stories

Thursday, June 26th, 2003

I can’t comprehend the courage it must have taken for these men to take the stand that they did.
Thanks to Andy for the link.

Oh the indignity of it all

Wednesday, June 25th, 2003

It has not been a good day. Wake at 5:30 with a humdinger of a headache. As I get out of bed my back goes. Absolute bloody agony. Painkillers and a hot bath have no effect. Don’t dare have another bath because M is out all day and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to get out on my own.

The postman rings the doorbell around 11 with a package that needs signing for. It takes 4 minutes to get from the sofa to the hall but he waits bless him. Even with the hounds from hell snarling and baying for his blood. I stand in the porch with one hand on the inner door (to keep the dogs in) and one hand on the outer door (to talk to the postman) and stupidly shut the inner door to sign for the package. So now I’m locked out of the house and my legs are giving way. Happily, I had grabbed my jacket from the banister (to hide the t-shirt I was wearing – picture of a pear and “lovely pear” scrawled in big letters). And the house keys are in the pocket. Oh happy day!

By now I need the toilet. 7 minutes to get up the stairs. One second to realise that I cannot sit on the toilet. But I have to! Much cussing and sweating later I’m done, only to realise that there is no way on God’s earth I’m going to be able to pull my knickers and trousers back up. So I don’t. Crawl into the bedroom and struggle into a nightshirt. Sod it, if anyone comes to the house I won’t answer the door.

I try and carry on working. Deadlines are looming. It is hellishly hot but the cold air of the fan is hurting my back so I sit and sweat. I weigh up the relative merits of desperate thirst and the pain involved in spending another 15 minutes getting up and downstairs to fetch water. Greed wins so I begin the trek. At the bottom stair my legs give out but I manage to grab the newel post and assume an awkward crouch. I cannot move from this position. Frodo decides that this would be a golden opportunity to give me some tongue. A scream from me puts him off. A little. He cocks his head to one side and decides I need help. So he shoves his body between me and the newel post and stands firm, presumably thinking I can use his back to stand up. Bless him.

An hour later finds me buried on the sofa amid a mountain of cushions, trying to sip not gulp lovely cold water and counting the minutes until I can take another painkiller. And that’s where I stayed until tonight. The pain has eased a little but I’m going to take another hot bath in a while and then try to get some sleep.

The pain sucks but it will go and I’ll stop whingeing. How do people live with chronic pain?

What is it about blogging?

Wednesday, June 25th, 2003

That people so often have the same idea at the same time? I was going to write something about George Orwell’s essay on tea, having seen it mentioned in Cathy’s comments a few days ago.

Then today Richard refers to a Guardian article on Dr Andrew Stapley’s research into tea making, particularly the burning question of when to add the milk (sorry Richard, I agree with Dr Stapley).

Are there any other unusual topics getting attention at the moment?

Five more minutes…

Wednesday, June 25th, 2003

sitting in this chair and then I’m going to crawl into bed. Hurt back. Great pain.

But do go and read Anna’s Thirteen things you shouldn’t do in church. I think it will make more sense to British readers at the moment.

And go admire Eddie’s new site. That’s all folks. Groan.

The Power of Five

Monday, June 23rd, 2003

After too long a delay, here are the replies to Cathy’s questions:
Is there any ending or plot point of a film that you would change?
The amount of times I’ve sat and watched a film and as the final credits roll shouted furiously at the screen. But can I think of any now? Of course not.
There are quite a few things I’d like to change about The Archers but writing about that would be too sad. Even for me.
So I’m going to go away and think about this question and update it later if you don’t mind.

What skill would you most like to possess?
Speak Russian, play the piano, a better memory. A better memory more than anything. I was watching an interesting documentary the other night about Henry I. Then little bells started ringing and I realised that I should already know much of what was said because I did Welsh history A level (1066-1428) and yet nothing, but nothing was familiar.

Gadget or electronic device you couldn’t live without.
Hairdryer Modem (with any computer/laptop attached of course). I could easily live without the iPAQ (in truth, I’m going back to using pen and paper more now) and the microwave and any other time-saving gadget on the market. I don’t even mind looking as if I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards by leaving my hair to dry naturally but I would hate to live without the internet.

But it worries me that much of life in the UK today (particularly the BBC) excludes those without internet access. And I guess it won’t be long before there will be 3 levels – those with fast access, those with dial-up and those with no access at all.
But this might be peculiar to the south east of England?

What is the best make of chocolate?
Leonidas fresh cream pralines. Divine.

What superpower would you like to have?
Again, I think it would be the ability to fly invisibly. The ability to communicate with animals dogs would be rather nice too.

Men are from Mars…

Monday, June 23rd, 2003

A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment.

The next week the man realised that he would need his wife to wake him up at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight to Chicago. Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (AND LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, “Please wake me at 5:00 AM.”

The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00AM and that he had missed his flight.

Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn’t woken him when he noticed a piece of paper on the bed. The paper said, “It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.”

Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.

If procrastination were an olympic sport

Monday, June 23rd, 2003

I’d be a gold medallist.

When I signed up to the ecosystem a couple of weeks back it was a spur of the moment thing, spurred on by the fact that I only just made the criteria, starting date wise. Some of you kind folks did the linking but my cockup meant that only 1 vote was registered instead of 6.

Then I read that we were all eligible to enter again. Ooh, I thought, that’s nice. And then promptly forgot. Forgot? I go there regularly to read other blogs, how could I forget? Well I did. And it’s now Sunday night and I haven’t done anything about it. And I just checked the list (there are now 2982 blogs listed!) to find that *sniff* I’m not even listed as an insignificant microbe. Even the one little vote that slipped through isn’t *sob*, *hic* counted.

“Procrastinate no more!” I said – so here are links to some great blogs currently on the new blog showcase:

suburban blight
mercuryx23’s fantabulous blog (although I’ve got a feeling that this link is going to get screwed by blogspot and/or the incorrect link on truth laid bare?)

And some links for those further up the food chain:
mandarin design
venomous kate
and of course yer treeler er mine

Moving on

Sunday, June 22nd, 2003

A few of the blogs I read daily are taking (hopefully) temporary breaks – meg (although the archives are still there to enjoy); jhames & vincenzo (hope it all works out, Jhames); shelagh (just for the summer I hope); trailer trash family (which is a bit of a mystery).

So this is just to say good luck to you guys, hope to see you back when you’re ready.

I love this

Sunday, June 22nd, 2003

Animated picture of a man walking slowly, made up entirely of ascii characters

Seen at david’s blog (david’s blog found via mandarin design).

I’d like to be studied!

Saturday, June 21st, 2003

Google is hiring.
To participate you must

  1. be over 18 years old
  2. have never worked for one of our competitors
  3. have been a Blogger user for at least 6 months
    Dang. But I was thinking about doing it for at least 6 months?
  4. use one of the following browsers:
    Internet Explorer 6+, Netscape 7+, or Mozilla 1.0+

  5. have recently been switched over to the new version of Blogger
    Qualified! How about 4 hours ago?
  6. live in the Bay Area, own a car, and be willing to travel to Google headquarters in Mountain View

    Well now, which Bay Area would that be? I’m guessing you don’t mean this Bay Area? Oh, you mean in California. Guess that’s too big a commute, eh?

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