I've loaded a couple of boxes onto the Guriwagon and strapped a rucksack on top
All I have to do now is get it/them and Flo to Exeter. There might be tension on the train, so I'm wearing my "friendly" face and making contingency plans.
Here's my friendly face.
Flo has 3 "Ariel" mermaid toys she plays with in the bath. 2 are identical and the other much smaller.
So. I've not posted for almost a year, but that's mostly Twitter's fault, not mine.
Anyway, I've decided to start posting to the blog again. And I've downloaded the blogger app for my phone and tablets as an incentive to post here more.
Yesterday was my work xmas lunch, I managed to avoid the weather on my walk there...here's some pics.
So. Things are...not good* right now at Ginger Towers.
But, I think I'll be posting a tale of epic anger, fear, sorrow, anger, sorrow, rage, hope, and finally happiness (and a bit more rage) when this is all over.
Until then [insert white noise here] ...
* This is the understatement of the fucking century!
Despite a head full of snot and a throat full of barbed wire I had a considerable amount of fun today.
Once Flo had it in her head that I wasn't speaking all that often, she pretty much entertained herself for the morning...doing jigsaws, pretending to be a cake seller to "The Silent Prince" (my crowning role), and taking turns using the laser pointer to annoy Moshi. We almost didn't notice the rain.
After lunch we headed off for Esmae's party where I adopted the role of Science Professor and the assorted kids made various machines, models and other contrivances....I should have taken photographs (I will next time I do it), but here's a small highlight of what was constructed with apologies where I've forgotten names:
I appear to have a small, very annoying, ulcer just on the inside of my top lip...On the other hand The Annoybours (tm) took in a parcel that turned out to be the NatGeo Dinosaur Encyclomapedia thing I ordered for an as yet undesignated recipient, and announced they are moving!!
They said they're having problems with "the toilet".
We all know the real reason...Moshi loves metal!
Everybody needs good neighbours....with a little understanding, you can find the perfect plaaannn!!!!
I found the perfect fucking plan!
Some of you may know that my neighbour can be seriously annoying. I think the clincher is the fact that one of them screams like a girl when he's arguing, and they argue a lot....anyway:
Over the weekend and on Monday night there appeared to be some kind of screaming/swearing match going on every couple of hours. I think it was something to do with a game on the PS3 because intermittently there were the screams, cries and stuttering gunfire of war (and no cops turned up outside)...all at stupid hours....mostly during the night.
This really harshed my work day out, so I decided to have some fun while I was out of the house and they were presumably sleeping off their slanging match.
Before I left for work in the morning, with very bleary eyes, I accidentally turned the amp on and slipped while turning the volume...Apparently I mistakenly set the volume to 8*.
I spent the day occasionally connecting to the media machine and making it play music I thought they might appreciate: Nirvana, Living Colour, Rage Against The Machine, Aphex Twin, Goto80, (1 song on repeat for 2 hours :)....AC/DC...Sabbat!
They left me an awesome note.
I blamed the cat.
* I never put it to 8. 7 makes the windows rattle upstairs....4 is for rockin' it up...3 more usual
I spent the day cycling in the rain, sorting computers out, eating chicken, drinking guiness and lazing on sofas...you?
Novel idea...been ages since I posted. Soz.
I've been busy, and to be honest nothing of any major importance has happened...except I've found a new improved method of annoying/entertaining Moshi, viz:
I wave bye bye...
It has been an odd week. I felt a bit "not guri" on Wednesday (which I put down to poor blood sugar) but having rushed back to pick up Flo, cook dinner &c, I eventually spent the evening throwing up and attempting to go to bed at 8pm...[draws veil]
Thursday was much the same, though I spent a very strange ~10 hours lucid dreaming/hallucinating while twitching and sweating in bed....Friday I felt like someone had driven through me with a truck, but managed to hold it together enough to look after Flo eventually.
We spent Saturday doing our usual thing (alien tree hunt, cafe for cake, playground, park, trampoline) and observed an afternoon-long kinda fight thing between Moshi and "Tabby" (a decidedly un-tabby cat recently arrived, that believes it has rights on Moshi's yard, food & bed....Flo named him...though he is sometimes called "Sparkles", depending on her mood). Seriously, we came back from the park and he was asleep in Flo's bed while Moshi sat on the window sill and watched him! He'd already eaten her leftover breakfast....stupid cat!
Dancin' to the dub while we await CAKE!
"Look dad, I am a picture!"
Communing with the cats
Esmae is rowing the "boat" to America....I had sushi and/or sashimi for breakfast, lunch and dinner today.
My stomach is currently making hilarious gurgling noises...
If I let Flo listen to TMBG it is officially morning, but if (as she just requested) I put a bit of Belle & Sebastian on she almost immediately goes to sleep.
She's right!
The new TMBG album seriously fucking rocks! And B&S are boring as fuck....but whatever works....works!
So. I cheered twice today. I literally shouted "Hooray" involuntarily on 2 occasions...
Remember the really sweary post from Friday? Well, guess what happened today? Well...
The agency sent someone round to look at the freezer. Yep, it is broken! But, they accepted my argument that rather than go through the long-winded process of me asking them to ask the landlord to get a new one (and the commensurate weeks without a freezer) I could by my own (probably better quality) and they'd amend the inventory.
Yay!*
Also, the fucktard that wouldn't increase my timeout? Seems that if I threaten to use a different proxy service, they can suddenly increase the timeout!! Who'd a thunk it?
On the minus side whatever the fuck was stuck under my P key of my AAO is now stuck under the O key...but that's just another reason for me to buy an Eee Keyboard PC when they come out next month. Which I'd be getting anyway because it will become the HTPC for the front room (streaming media off the NAS to the TV using it's wireless HDMI (how fucking cool is that)) so the Mini can replace TehBehemoth server...and TehBehemoth can go into the PC Recycling project stream....the upshot of which is my electricity bills should go down (not that there mental or anything).
This means "the gurinet" will get a general overhaul and should then be:
Fucking fucking fucketty fuck!!!
So. Ian and I finally got round to taking the girls to Cotswold Wildlife Park after saying we would do so for almost a year...couldn't have picked a better day for the weather, and despite my google based insistence that we basically "go to Winsworth (or something) and turn left" [turns out you can't really base a car journey on those kind of directions], we got there OK.
Apparently, Esmae was underwhelmed by it all but they certainly enjoyed it at the time. Flo insists that all Lemurs are called "King Julians", Es apparently knows "all the birds there are, so these just look a bit different"....Ian and I know that if you can stand the whining then Ice Cream promises are worth it in the end.
Here's some pictorial evidence...Pics or GTFO!!
4.
Just let that number sink in a moment....4...Four...Fffooooooorrrrr....It's a pretty small number, right? Nothing like, oooh say 35, or even 25, 10, 7...or Planck's Constant (which is a cool number....well mexico!)...Nope. 4.
4.
So, yeah. Flo's 4 tomorrow. 4 years of shaky part-time parental skills on my part and she's still here*....and consistently more amazing than I'd ever dreamed she'd be! There seems to be some kind of logarithmic scale between the time she's been in my life and the joy and wonder (and LOVE) she brings.
I'm writing her a letter...It's too fucking good for you to read it!
That is all.
* My own abilities are obviously foreshadowed by her mum's...I'd be a fucking lunatic by now...wait....what?
...small minds...This is how I amuse myself....
...are just that. Rumours.
Unless you follow me on twitcock or facebunch you may not know that Moshi was found. On Friday. In my nearest neighbour's "shed" (basically an outdoor wardrobe).
That cat owes me so much printer ink and a fuckton of handcramp from cutting out the ~1000 fliers I didn't use!
On the other hand, I have been running round like a loon for the past week or so. And will continue to do so for the rest of August, I fear....did you know France (yes, all of it) basically goes on holiday during August? I do...fuckers! I've also managed to revert to my studentesque style of procrastination with a "paper" I have to write...you know that "well, I've got 4 pages of notes. now to type it into 14 pages of awesome...oh look, [insert anything here and a 2 hour lack of focus]" feeling?
No?
Retard.
Moshi is MIA. Still!
Last time I saw her was Monday evening when I got back from work, after she'd had the minor "episode" at the weekend (see previous post). Another cat, Gilbert, has gone missing from the next street along...Have they eloped? Been catnapped? Is she trapped somewhere?*
I flyered my own and the 2 next streets this evening, but I wildly underestimated the number of flyers even though I thought 100 would be enough. It's crowded round here man, so many houses!
I learnt something though. I would fucking hate being a postman!
...No sign of multicoloured roadkill either (I went out on The Steed and checked)
BASTARD. CAT.**
Where am I?
