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Jan. 7th, 2006 06:38 pmI went to see Brokeback Mountain this aft and... well I would like to be all insightful and erudite with my comments, but I can't. I'm crap like that. Needless to say, it made me cry.
However, the funniest and yet simultaneously most annoying thing was the two little old ladies sat next to me. One was providing a running commentary to the other one, and y'know I'm sure that she could see all this herself as she was watching the same bloody film. Though the comments of 'Oh I didn't realise it was that kind of film' and 'Ewwwww, they're at it again' made me chuckle.
In summary, Brokeback Mountain, v. good film. Go see it. And if you happen to be a soppy romantic like myself, or just hormonal, take tissues.
However, the funniest and yet simultaneously most annoying thing was the two little old ladies sat next to me. One was providing a running commentary to the other one, and y'know I'm sure that she could see all this herself as she was watching the same bloody film. Though the comments of 'Oh I didn't realise it was that kind of film' and 'Ewwwww, they're at it again' made me chuckle.
In summary, Brokeback Mountain, v. good film. Go see it. And if you happen to be a soppy romantic like myself, or just hormonal, take tissues.
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Dec. 15th, 2005 06:10 pmAnd there was I all prepared to be negative (because apparently I am all about the negativity) because a shitty day was had by all at work.
However, I get home to find that there are double the amount of icon thingymabobs (yes, that's the technical term for them) for a free account.
Yay!!!
Easily pleased? Yes that would be me.
Now... off to find some more.
However, I get home to find that there are double the amount of icon thingymabobs (yes, that's the technical term for them) for a free account.
Yay!!!
Easily pleased? Yes that would be me.
Now... off to find some more.
And why not?
Nov. 4th, 2005 08:08 pmSo there are many reasons why I whinge about work, but don't quit. When work is good, it's ohmygod like the best thing ever. When it's bad it sucks a serious amount of arse.
However. I truly enjoy working with the people I work with. I get paid more than I probably should for something that I find easy. No, as that shampoo ad says 'Because I'm worth it'. I enjoy talking. Like a lot. So it means that my job is a good job to have . I get to faff with stuff, and get paid for it. We laugh a lot. And sing. And did I mention we laugh a lot?
And some days people surprise you.
Fearless Leader TM thanked me, says he appreciates me, says I am wonderful, wished me a nice holiday and was generally most unlike him. See, it's things like that, that make the difference.
And really, in my opinion it's best to feel something about any part of your life passionately enough that you will whinge about it, or gush about it for days on end. It's better than being so totally indifferent to it all.
It's when that hits, when I don't care about it at all, that I will look elsewhere.
Or when I finally decide what I want to be when I grow up.
However. I truly enjoy working with the people I work with. I get paid more than I probably should for something that I find easy. No, as that shampoo ad says 'Because I'm worth it'. I enjoy talking. Like a lot. So it means that my job is a good job to have . I get to faff with stuff, and get paid for it. We laugh a lot. And sing. And did I mention we laugh a lot?
And some days people surprise you.
Fearless Leader TM thanked me, says he appreciates me, says I am wonderful, wished me a nice holiday and was generally most unlike him. See, it's things like that, that make the difference.
And really, in my opinion it's best to feel something about any part of your life passionately enough that you will whinge about it, or gush about it for days on end. It's better than being so totally indifferent to it all.
It's when that hits, when I don't care about it at all, that I will look elsewhere.
Or when I finally decide what I want to be when I grow up.
This is becoming depressingly familiar. Saturday night, and I'm at home. Oh woe, woe is me for I have no life.
I only have eight days left at work before I go on hols. And then blessed freedom for oooh 4 whole months. Well freedom from manager, if not from work. Hurrah.
Nearly 11 months into the year and I have still not got a life, or anything resembling one. Or embraced my inner sociopath... Well shit.
Better luck next time?
I only have eight days left at work before I go on hols. And then blessed freedom for oooh 4 whole months. Well freedom from manager, if not from work. Hurrah.
Nearly 11 months into the year and I have still not got a life, or anything resembling one. Or embraced my inner sociopath... Well shit.
Better luck next time?
*hulk smash*
Sep. 18th, 2005 04:00 pmProbably not the best idea to go out driving with a minging headache.
Or with a woman who doesn't trust you to put the handbrake on yourself. She is not going to win that argument.
N.B. If you are behind a learner driver and they make a mistake, playing silly buggers will piss them off and you'll have to wait longer. Fucker.
Or with a woman who doesn't trust you to put the handbrake on yourself. She is not going to win that argument.
N.B. If you are behind a learner driver and they make a mistake, playing silly buggers will piss them off and you'll have to wait longer. Fucker.
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Sep. 9th, 2005 08:27 pmI feel like hammered shite.
Ack!! My head hurts, and not for any good reason either, dammit.
Driving of the good, still. Though I want to have passed my test like yesterday. And a very silly half hour at work was had by all. I'm sure the fact that Our Fearless LeaderTM was missing was purely coincidental.
Just need to have me one of those things, what are they called??? Oh yes a life...sometime in the near future. That would be good.
So would this headache going, but you can't have everything. And why can't you? And, and erm I should just stop there. Yep.
Also why aren't icky and headachey moods? Ok, one of them is not even a real word, but I don't want to be one of the seven dwarfs.
Believe it or not, this post has not been influenced by the alcohol.
Ack!! My head hurts, and not for any good reason either, dammit.
Driving of the good, still. Though I want to have passed my test like yesterday. And a very silly half hour at work was had by all. I'm sure the fact that Our Fearless LeaderTM was missing was purely coincidental.
Just need to have me one of those things, what are they called??? Oh yes a life...sometime in the near future. That would be good.
So would this headache going, but you can't have everything. And why can't you? And, and erm I should just stop there. Yep.
Also why aren't icky and headachey moods? Ok, one of them is not even a real word, but I don't want to be one of the seven dwarfs.
Believe it or not, this post has not been influenced by the alcohol.
Grr...arrogant twat.
So my ex driving instructor - yes the one that I ranted about months ago but finally dumped about a fortnight ago (because I am a wuss) - is a presumptuous bastard. I cancelled the driving lesson that I had with him last week...this took telling the dim receptionist at the driving school three times that I wished to cancel, and he phoned today and says I've got you booked in tomorrow, can you phone and confirm. To which I say
(a) Er no, I have a new driving instructor, what part of cancelled do you not understand
(2) You arrogant son of a bitch...oh yes 24 hours notice, erm no and also fuck you very much
and
(iii) Ha, as if, this driving instructor actually lets me, you know, drive
I'll leave one of my many (many, many, many) work rants for another day.
I do whinge, don't I?
That was rhetorical *looks pointedly at you all* - and by that I mean the one or two people who read this.
So my ex driving instructor - yes the one that I ranted about months ago but finally dumped about a fortnight ago (because I am a wuss) - is a presumptuous bastard. I cancelled the driving lesson that I had with him last week...this took telling the dim receptionist at the driving school three times that I wished to cancel, and he phoned today and says I've got you booked in tomorrow, can you phone and confirm. To which I say
(a) Er no, I have a new driving instructor, what part of cancelled do you not understand
(2) You arrogant son of a bitch...oh yes 24 hours notice, erm no and also fuck you very much
and
(iii) Ha, as if, this driving instructor actually lets me, you know, drive
I'll leave one of my many (many, many, many) work rants for another day.
I do whinge, don't I?
That was rhetorical *looks pointedly at you all* - and by that I mean the one or two people who read this.