Kits and Mortar Tumblr Strange Attractor Del.icio.us links TwitterThe hummingbird hawk-moth is, to be honest, a freaky looking thing. For a start it’s a day-flyer and secondly its wee little wings flap so fast they’re nothing but a blur. Hovering as it does, it looks just like a very small hummingbird, hence the name. Its stripy arse looks like it’s been tacked on […]
I'm using Syndirella to aggregate the blogs I like to read more than ever now I'm on poxy dial-up. Not all of the blogs I like to read have RSS, though, and many of those that do have a feed for some strange reason have them set up to provide only the first dozen or […]
Ok… this might read a bit strange. All I can say is that I was very tired, very drunk, and not a little over-emotional. But hell, here's what was going through my head Thursday night. Oh, and no, I didn't finish it all, but more of that later.
00:30
As I can’t blog, because I don’t […]
Well, Friday morning was significantly less than fun. I prised myself out of bed at 6am, after two and a half hours sleep, and felt so shit after all of 15 mins that I went back to bed for an hour. Didn’t feel much better at 7.15am when I got up again, but by then […]
Just a quicky. I made it ok, with over 40 boxes and god knows what other junk. Computer not set up yet, so using my Dads. Hate using other people's computer - it seems a bit like using their toothbrush for some reason. Ick. Thus will keep this short. Am in Dorset. Am alive. Am […]
Why am I up at this hour? Why did I wake at 7? Why is it going to rain today? And why does the Coke I bought yesterday taste so horrendously disgusting this morning? Still, I need the caffeine.
Also, why does the post I posted at 1.15am this morning show up as posted yesterday? […]
Today, the Blogging Forecast is many short, pointless posts throughout the day, until NTL come and take my modem away late this afternoon, at which point blogging will cease. Blogging may be resumed Friday afternoon or evening, although the hiatus may persist into Saturday morning. Or afternoon. Or maybe Sunday. It all depends on a) […]
Just popped out to buy yet more archive boxes. I already have 26, filled and stacked in the kitchen. I would say I have at least another five or so to go. First, though, I have to finish up designing an ad for my Mum. Ooh, the excitment. How will I stay calm?
Just to prove […]
Why is a box of magazines heavier than a box of the same size filled with books? Do magazines use particularly dense paper or something? Or maybe magazines have some sort of wormhole link to a parallel universe from which they suck in extra matter to bulk themselves out. Which means somewhere, an alternative me […]
When I arranged for NTL to come and pick up my modem, they promised that they'd leave it as late as possible. Now it's 4pm and I wonder how much longer I shall have my connection.
Please! Don't take my baby away! Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!
*wahhh wahhh wahhhhhh*
Course the fact that I can actually blog again tomorrow from […]
The man from NTL rang and said that he'd be here within the hour. I feel like I should go on some sort of manic downloading spree whilst I have the chance. I can't think of anything big I want to download though. So I'll just post this last entry and leave it at that. […]
I can hear them calling my name, their voices in my head, tormenting me, torturing me, beckoning me, tempting me…
'Suw,' they say. 'Buy us,' they say. 'Stock up on us. Because you won't find us when you move to the Arseendofnowhere…'
What can I do but obey?
If you've read much of my blog lately you'll know that I'm several miles beyond skint. I have a small house in north Wales' worth of debt, and currently no job.
Now, being British, and having been brought up to believe that asking for stuff is wrong, I would never normally do this, but I'm […]
I really don't like packing. Have I mentioned that yet? It's ok if there are two of you and you can talk and while away the time whilst your hands are putting things in boxes, but it is quite the most dull thing to do on your own.
Still, I'm shredding absolutely anything that could […]
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. It's 1.15am, and I'm bloody knackered. I wanted to clear out the filing cabinet - four drawers of indespensible junk - but I've only managed 3/4 of it. The last drawer I can't face. The rest have been sorted and boxed, though. One day I'll have […]