Month: December 2004

I’m at pains to even post this but I will because it’ll serve a purpose.

I don’t blog about work often (other than the usual “my aren’t I busy today, I really shouldn’t be blogging” type of post) but I’m making an exception.

It’s a blip, I know that, it’s the early panic before the impending hurricane. I’m boarding up windows frantically but still think I’ve missed one. It happens on every project, and I’m used to it happening on every project, it’s part of life within a software development cycle.

Except that I’m in that stage for 5 concurrent projects at the moment.

So, in short, I’m alternating between complete rage/fury and a lovely apathetically reached stupor.

Why am I telling you? Well if I leave a comment on your site that is either a tad too cryptic or a tad too offensive then please let me know (it IS also entirely possible that I will leave comments and have no recollection of the fact). Similarly this site will be alternating between no posts and oodles and oodles of posts each day, depending on my state of manic-ness at the time – either manically GO GO GO or manically CAN I PLEASE CRAWL UNDER MY DESK AND SLEEP.

But then that doesn’t really change anything. Other than achieving one of the true aims of a blog which is to “put it out there”.

So, I have. Put it out there. Ignore this at your pleasure. Or, depending on MY mood, your peril. Hey, I’m just trying to keep you on your toes.

Dammit, I’ve just remembered that I was going to ask Pete Ashton if I could use his hard work to offer downloads of John Peel’s Festive Fifty in an advent style event. Oh well, he’s away at the moment it seems so it wouldn’t have worked. Ohh that and being a week late to start.

Let me just crawl back under this desk.

Disclaimer: Yes I AM being a tad over-dramatic (it’s called artistic license, darlings), yes I AM fine, yes I WILL get through this and YES I probably have had too much caffeine today.

This post was brought to you with the aid of the Noisy Keyboard program (over there on the left). What fun. Clickity clickity click SSSSHICK-TING.

It’s dark outside. Matches my mood.

Maybe Frank the rabbit will appear.

That is all.

I’m SURE there was a weekend just there, right? There WAS, wasn’t there? I’m not going mad(der)?

Friday night and I felt well enough to go the pub, and well enough to stay there from 5.30 to midnight drinking Guinness.

What else? Ohh yes, how could I forget! The Christmas tree is now up and decorated and the rest of the house has been given that special festive treatment. Having two nieces over for the night helped mind you, and I’ll fully admit that they were used as slave labour (although slave labour is astonishingly cheap these days, all it took was one spicy chicken and one mushroom and pepperoni pizza!). The only downside is that with the new fireplace, we used a few more bits and bobs decorating it than we had before and so, of course, that means we will need to buy more to fill in some gaps. Mind you, even I have to admit that the dining half of the room is a tad bare.

And I’ve just been accused of being overly ‘jolly’ because I have my Christmas tree up on my desk at work. Humbug to the lot of you!

You see that’s the thing. I don’t mind now. It’s December. I’m quite willing to address Christmas during the month in which it lands. Until that point, though, I’m as humbug as.. ohh I don’t know.. Lyle say.

Sunday and we dumped.. er.. made sure our nieces got the right train (we are presuming as we haven’t heard from their mother that they made it home safely) and then went to see our recently married, and sickeningly tanned, friend. They had a great honeymoon, and even got to attend a wedding whilst they were there.

Home for a light dinner with my parents, who informed us that my sister won an Oscar at her company night out (it was an Oscar themed night, you know the type of thing, Marilyn Monroe handing out champagne, paparazzi waiting at the door and.. em.. Suzi McGuire from Radio Clyde handing out the awards). She won it for “most happy to help” although I think that equates to “biggest suckup” but, hey I could be wrong (it happened once in 1987 I think). Ohh and Jen, Dad sent me a photo of your outfit, very classy (who knew!).

And then, all of a sudden, my alarm is going off and it’s Monday morning.

How was your weekend?

Can anyone confirm that Green Fairy has been hacked? (no links, you know, just in case)

If so, has she been hacked by someone using a Blackberry device? The text on her site reads blackberry DOT netweaver DOT net, very odd.

UPDATE: She’s back. Panic over.