Pretty optimistic aren't I? I have not even done half the things I planned to do on my last list and now I am making another one. Oh joy!
1. Find and Join a kickboxing program in this city I live in.
2. Do an all-girls road trip. Despite the misgivings of assorted fiances and other halves.
3. Write and attempt to get published a novella I have had sitting in my head for the past few years. Bullying might help me get it out.
4. Take a solo holiday before December. It will be my last chance for one. A weekend will do.
5. Set up two of my friends. With each other. Or not. :)
6. Cause a major blow-out for a bitch who deserves it.
7. Take a months sabbatical.
8. Learn to make a dish following the recipe word for word and not giving into my usual penchant to "...find out what happens when we throw a little bit of this in..."
More to come...
Friday, June 11, 2010
OMG! I''m Telekinetic !!!
So there I was, driving to work, like any other day in the week. Late as usual and swearing a blue streak at every idiot who did something stupid to delay me further. I was just pulling away from a signal and this old geriatric decided to be Rossi for the day and swerves right across my lane. I was so angry I could have killed him myself, but just as I shrieked an inarticulate curse at him, his bike just shut off. I mean died completely. Right in the middle of the road. Deciding that the Gods chose today to smile upon me, I grinned smugly to myself and carried on my not-so-merry way.
A bit further on, and another cretin takes it upon himself to hurl his shiny new car right past me, trying to make the signal before everyone else. Dumbass. Again, my curses barely left my lips when BANG! his tire blew. At this point I am looking around warily, because my car is practically soundproof. You can't hear my swearing unless you are in my car, so I decided that whoever was listening to the evil things I was wishing on these fools, was of a different auditory persuasion.
Calming myself down, I was in the home-stretch when an Auto - as all motorists know, are the bane of anyone's existence - drives right across my path, meaning I need to slam on the brakes to avoid killing the wa***r, when CRASH! a huge branch from above, just comes crashing down onto the back of the auto, going right through whatever fabric they use to cover the passengers. Thankfully, there seemed to be no passengers at that point.
It was right about this time when I decided the collective goings-on of that drive to office was enough to spook me, and I ran for the proverbial hills. I got to office, snuck into my desk, as if I was afraid someone would blame me for all of that happening. And then spent an hour in quiet reflection. OMG, what if I really was Telekinetic... I would never have to do much of anything again. With the arrival of my coffee, came reality as well.
Oh well, if those were all just coincidences, then at least I was amused for just that little bit of time. It didn't help that my colleague to whom I told my terrifying tale, laughed like a loon and then asked if I would mind cursing a few people he would point out. Hmph.
A bit further on, and another cretin takes it upon himself to hurl his shiny new car right past me, trying to make the signal before everyone else. Dumbass. Again, my curses barely left my lips when BANG! his tire blew. At this point I am looking around warily, because my car is practically soundproof. You can't hear my swearing unless you are in my car, so I decided that whoever was listening to the evil things I was wishing on these fools, was of a different auditory persuasion.
Calming myself down, I was in the home-stretch when an Auto - as all motorists know, are the bane of anyone's existence - drives right across my path, meaning I need to slam on the brakes to avoid killing the wa***r, when CRASH! a huge branch from above, just comes crashing down onto the back of the auto, going right through whatever fabric they use to cover the passengers. Thankfully, there seemed to be no passengers at that point.
It was right about this time when I decided the collective goings-on of that drive to office was enough to spook me, and I ran for the proverbial hills. I got to office, snuck into my desk, as if I was afraid someone would blame me for all of that happening. And then spent an hour in quiet reflection. OMG, what if I really was Telekinetic... I would never have to do much of anything again. With the arrival of my coffee, came reality as well.
Oh well, if those were all just coincidences, then at least I was amused for just that little bit of time. It didn't help that my colleague to whom I told my terrifying tale, laughed like a loon and then asked if I would mind cursing a few people he would point out. Hmph.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Opinions needed...
For the first time I am asking questions in this post that are not rhetorical. I want answers and I would love if you could send them to me, either as a comment here or by email if you don't want them to be public.
I started to write this story I had floating in my head and then sort of abandoned it 3 paragraphs in, because I didn't like the characters. Not one little bit. Even though I was the one who thought of them. And then I felt indifferent about them. I couldn't care less if they jumped off a cliff I hadn't written about, or killed themselves by hanging, from the barn I hadn't pictured until that thought struck me.
So what I would like is for you to give me a character you want written about. This is solely for my own amusement though. If you could give me a name and a vague profession, or maybe a characteristic that you think someone like that should have. Like a Mr. Larabee who is a kindergarten principal. Maybe he has a twitch or a nervous tic because he truly believes that Calvin (a la Hobbes' Calvin) will be enrolled next year.
Something... Anything.
I just want to write about something again, because my past few posts have been about nothing but annoyance, anger and all out rage. I worry for my mental health and blood pressure, unless I revert to my favorite form of therapy.
Thank you much.
I started to write this story I had floating in my head and then sort of abandoned it 3 paragraphs in, because I didn't like the characters. Not one little bit. Even though I was the one who thought of them. And then I felt indifferent about them. I couldn't care less if they jumped off a cliff I hadn't written about, or killed themselves by hanging, from the barn I hadn't pictured until that thought struck me.
So what I would like is for you to give me a character you want written about. This is solely for my own amusement though. If you could give me a name and a vague profession, or maybe a characteristic that you think someone like that should have. Like a Mr. Larabee who is a kindergarten principal. Maybe he has a twitch or a nervous tic because he truly believes that Calvin (a la Hobbes' Calvin) will be enrolled next year.
Something... Anything.
I just want to write about something again, because my past few posts have been about nothing but annoyance, anger and all out rage. I worry for my mental health and blood pressure, unless I revert to my favorite form of therapy.
Thank you much.
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