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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Ack. Just realised I missed pancake day. Now I shall sulk. No one told me!
Someone apparently sent Justin from the Darkness death threats. I promise I have an alibi.
And today we have the costume & props sale at work - giddy giddy giddy - clothes and BAGS at 90% off - woooooo!
Also, I now work 9:00am to 6:00pm - welcome back to the normal rat race.
8:53 am
Thursday, February 19, 2004
And the pigeon explodes!
A little story of amusement for those of you who know me and my foot in mouth ways.
One evening the Cheesy and I were waiting for a train that wasn't due for 20 minutes. This meant I was bored, and therefore hyper-active and a little giddy (yes I am aware of my mental similarity to a 12yr old). I found a huge pigeon nesting in the steel bars below one of the staircases and excitedly dragged Cheesy over to look at my find.
Standing under the beam, and near a quiet sensible couple, I looked up and loudly proclaimed (do please add the northern accent here):"That's a fat bird!"
The girl on the bench, enirely unaware of the pigeon's prescense, turned round sharply to glare at me.
I then spent a couple of minutes spluttering on about feathers and pigeons to be sure I didn't get my ass kicked.
Cheesy just spent the rest of the time on the platform giggling.
12:36 pm
In which films are not a good move
Well, the film industry's still being delicately screwed by the government. Tulip Fever is trying to get underway at the moment, and hopefully if it does I'll still have a job on it. I'll keep you updated. Finish Bridget on the 16th March. I then plan to take a sodding holiday and then temp my ass all over London. We shall see.
This government truly sucks. I shudder at their plans for the education system - shudder shudder shudder. Maybe I'll move to Scotland - this country just gets suckier and suckier.
Would it be wonderful if we could execute Prime Ministers who suck? Like they used to be-head monarchs who sucked at their job? Ah, the middles ages - how I miss thee?
12:28 pm
Monkeys Monkeys Monkeys
I had the car journey through Land of the Stupid the other night. The start of the journey was not helped by being on the arse-end of every traffic light through Sunbury - sometimes you just swear the buggers gang up on you. Hit the Sunbury roundabout only to be thwarted by a monkey driving a car. This car-monkey obviously has never much thought of blind spots. Or lanes. Or indicating for that matter. This monkey in a toyota (you see how this causes me a conflict of my opinion since my little motor Mac is of that gene pool himself) pulls out right in front of my on a very busy roundabout. I of course slam my brakes, and hoot my horn. Now, as a driver, there are two key responses to a hooting horn when changing lanes:
1) Stop changing lanes you idiot and stay in the lane you were in where you KNOW you are clear to drive. Don't panic - it's a ROUNDabout, hence you can come back round and get in your lane;
2) Move your ass quicker into the lane to avoid the put-upon car banging into you
You do not continue to change lanes AND slow down, causing little me to slam-slam the brakes and come to a complete stop so I don't dent your frickin side door. Car-Monkey.
What pisses me most off about this is that if I had bumped the muppet it would be my insurance paying out for the damage since technically I would have crashed into him.
So my journey was off to a grumpy start.
And coming off the roundabout behind the car-monkey, and got on to the A316 where nothing moved. Cars. Just sat there. Obviously bored. Accident obviously. Some other car-monkey probably changed lanes at a stupid time too. When my Mac finally creeped past the scene taking up two lanes all that was there were two cops and a bunch of traffic cones. This leads me to believe (in the absence of ambulance et al) that this accident happened quite some time a go, and left me internally ranting on the crappiness of insurance companies that no doubt needed everything left where it was so they could figure out who to blame.
But the monkiness does not end there. Finally away from the traffic chaos, driving along one a the darker roads home. There's a small truck parked. Nothing special there, although it is in a stupid place that makes over-taking it difficult. In the dark I can see a small mound near the front on the road. I reckon it's probably a box, or something of that ilk. But no - it's a truck-monkey! A person, lying in the middle of the road, looking at his tyre - lying down! I mean, this monkey deserves to be run over, surely? A dark road, the idiot's dressed in black. Parked on a bloody busy road. Now he may well have broken down in this exact spot - but if so, where the sod are his hazard lights? Ishk. Perhaps there is a good explanation for all of it - but I don't know it, and prefer instead to mock the man for his monkiness. Hurrah
12:22 pm
Friday, February 13, 2004
Wow. Leaving my secure job to go freelance seemed like such a good idea a few months back. Now this has happened. Look for the mention of Tulip Fever - you know, my next frickin job.
I swear, this government are just retarded. Are they trying to destroy the British film industry? - a huge source of income and employment in this country. All we will be left with will be American companies making films here, cause without private funding (which is difficult to get at the best of times with the motivation of tax avoidance) there will be very few British films made. Damn them to hell. Which means being freelance in the next year will really suck if they don't sort this out. I just don't get it - I thought the whole point of this tax escape was to encourage people to put money into the film industry - why take that away.
Sigh. The world sucks today.
8:40 am
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Day 10: No sugar - and I'm starving! Starving I tell you! Humph
My those blogging gaps do sneak up on you. Sorry. Ishk.
Weekend news - went to see Big Fish. I cannot recommend this movie enough - go see it, go see it, go see it. I don't want to tell you too much about it, as I think the less you know the better, but it's beautiful visually in a typical Tim Burton fashion, the script is awesome (although it's a little slow at the beginning), and the acting's wicked. Albert Finney has always been a fantastic actor in my eyes, Ewan McGregor is skillful and charming, Helen Bonham Carter as fascinating as I always find her, and a typically brilliant cameo from Steve Buscemi - GO SEE IT! Tim Burton rules again (after the hush hush, quick sweep it under the carpet nonsense that was Planet of the Apes). It's been a long time since I've been so emotionally involved in a film, and I'm even considering it deserves a best film award at the Oscars over LOTR. The fact that Tim Burton hasn't been even nominated in the best director category is shameful behaviour, echoing the year when Baz Lurhman missed out for Moulin Rouge. I find it bizarre how a film can be nominated for Best Film, but the director excluded when the film is so obviously their work and influence. Big Fish and Moulin Rouge are prime examples - without those directors attached, they would be a shadow of the films they were. That's my tuppence anyway. Not that it really matters - if Peter Jackson doesn't win Best Director there'll be riots all over. Don't riot on me when I prefer Big Fish to Return of the King - personally I think the LOTR trilogy should be considered as a whole - each movie on its own has a whole essence missing (i.e. the rest of the frickin plot) - if you consider ROTK completely alone, not considering the others, the whole thing doesn't make sense. It's a picky point I know. But if you consider them as a whole, the movie wins hands down. Just one of those things, I guess.
Job's Worth
Bridget is drawing to a close. Have our wrap party coming up soon, the heck nows when and where yet. Feeling all green at the mo, cause the Working Title staff get to go to the BAFTAs this year - why did I leave? Sigh. Think of the money. I got to hold a BAFTA once - bloody heavy they are.
Anyway, unemployment looms mid-March, although I have a prospect at the moment for working on Tulip Fever, which looks like fun. Shall have to wait and see on that one though. Wish me luck.
11:32 am
Friday, February 06, 2004
It's my birthday in exactly one month. Get shopping people! I want lots of pretty things and no chocolate.
Couldn't sleep last night - was up fidgeting about until 2am - and when you need to get up at 6:30am, that really sucks. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm worried about anything. I don't think I am. Off the top of my head I can't think of any real problems in my life - certainly not ones I would lose sleep over. Very strange. I was also asked if I'd eaten a load of chocolate. Obviously, no. Maybe it's cause I'm not eating sugar. Maybe my body's going:
"Hey, what's up? Where's my sugar? You know I can't sleep without my sugar!"
"You can't have sugar - it makes you ill"
"Sod that - give me sugar"
"No - shut up"
"You suck! I'm gonna stay awake ALL night now! You just see if I don't!"
"You still can't have sugar"
"FINE! grumble grumble grumble"
Day 5: no sugar. The orange marmalade is staring at me. So are the KitKats. Little buggers.
9:41 am
Hmmm. Interesting.
I've always been somewhat morbid and constantly fascinated and terrified by death - therefore this should continue to make interesting reading.
8:24 am
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Whenever I walk down a long corridor, I wish had the ability to do cartwheels.
Or even better - backflips!
Cause then I'd totally do them. For the heck of it.
It's probably a good job I'm so gymnastically retarded that I can't even stand on my head, or touch my toes.
10:23 am
Today I hate fruit that refuses to ripen. Even if you stick it next to a bunch of bananas!
I also hate fruit that ripens and then instantaneously rots over night.
My fruit is mocking me.
Day 4: no sugar. one piece of rotten fruit: discarded. one piece of unripened fruit: microwaved to slush and eaten with yoghurt.
10:15 am
Oh dear, I fell for spam yesterday.
Received an email from website the-insight.com asking if they could put a link on their site to mine. Under the health/reiki category. Hmmm. How my website could help anyone with their health beats me. And I certainly don't think it provokes a rigorous session of reiki. Maybe it would be a nice distraction from health worries. Or maybe they can read about my Crohn's Disease and feel thankful they don't have that. Hmmm. Still, I thought any increase in readership would be a benefit. But it's spam. I suck.
I don't think I've ever even mentioned Reiki - which is odd, because my Momo does Reiki. For those of you in the dark, Reiki's basically human healing. A master of reiki would put there hands near areas of pain, and a kind of heat emerges which relaxes and apparently heals. Now then. I've been a guinea-pig for this with my Momo before, and to be honest I don't tend to like it cause it freaks me out. There's definitely heat, but it does make you feel weird, and it's kind of invasive, but that's probably because I don't always express myself very well and like to keep things locked away in a neat little bubble somewhere. I can be quite solitary and private, which not a lot of people know about me. So feeling like someone's getting access to you, even just in terms of energy, is a littl unnerving for me. So I don't like it. But there's something to it.
I'm sure there are many sceptics out there, akin to my Grandpopo who thinks it's ridiculous. He demonstrates this by pressing his hand against you and going "Look! That's warm, isn't it? Nothing special in that! My hand's warm too". His hand is actually mostly wrinkled, but you get his point. We all produce a kind of heat from our hands, which is why anyone anywhere can do reiki - it's how you use the heat and energy, how you focus it.
There's a definite difference, particularly because I can always tell when Momo is doing it. I can be sitting in front of her watching TV and she'll try and sneak one past me, but I can tell straight away when she's doing it. So she gets a quick tap, and then stops. So there's something in it. Just don't ask me what.
There's something known as Kirlian Photography - something no doubt Cheesy has banged on about at some time or other, and I'm basing my knowledge on discussions with him, so i expect to be corrected in the talk backs. Anyway, Kirlian Photography takes a picture of what could be described as your aura. Anything living has one, including plants - a little titbit for those moral vegetarians out there who think plants deserve to be butchered - ha ha! There are photos taken of a leaf as it dies, and the aura around it gets less as it dies. Oddly as well, pictures of arthritis shows black spots, as if the energy on those areas has died. All very interesting and cool in my opinion. Perhaps auras explain something of Reiki though - maybe, if this aura does exist, there is a way to use it. Perhaps even to heal by providing extra aura energy to places of ill health.
The aura is definitely something though - you think about people who you touch, who you are comfortable touching. Some people's auras match, some repel eachother. I'm generally someone who likes hugging, but there are some people I just can't hug comfortably. It's not that I don't like them, but something doesn't seem right about it. Whereas some people I love to hug. With our partners you want to be near them all the time - and not always in a sexy way. I find nothing more comforting than cuddling up to Babol watching TV - very at ease and extremely comfortable. I think it's one of the nicest feelings I've ever had. I suppose you could put it down to familiarity. I dunno. All postulation really.
8:35 am
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Day 3: No sugar. Wooo, me rock!
It's a beautiful sunny day today - which makes me very happy.
But wait a minute! Doesn't this unusally warm day in the middle of Winter indicate that in fact our atmosphere is whittling ever more away, bringing us ever closer to either a skin cancery death, or a death from no homes due to country being immersed in ocean water?
Yes. But it's sunny. So I'm happy.
Maybe our species will evolve gills and a whole new happy civilisation will begin under the sea - at which time we shall find atlantis, and all mankind will be saved! Hurrah for global warming!
Don't blame my mind for this post - it is sugar deprived
3:54 pm
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Ah, quiet blogging - every one, including me, has been a little lacklustre with the blogs, but today I shall attempt to write something of interest.
Censorship!!!!
A disgraceful display over at Rockenspiel's site today. After putting up an inviting poll asking which was your favourite album, many from blogs around joined in to vote. Alas, the poll did not go Rocky's way, and when Tori Amos took a triumphant lead, Rocky through a temper and changed the option from Tori Amos to something rude. Censored! I feel violated! Please join me in annoying him as much as possible by inundating his comments with protests for Tori's return. Thank you. Hee hee.
Old Crohn
As some of you will be aware, I received the lovely gift many years hence of Crohn's Disease. This delightful little disease fills my intestines with lots of lovely ulcers, but is great for dieting cause I'm not allowed sugar (not that this stops me - hallo!!!!). Anyway, I do pretty well, but I do have to go to the hospital every now and again for general check ups. This means sitting for 1/2 hour to an hour waiting for an appointment, having 10 minutes in with the specialist, then wait another 1/2 hour for someone who should really have stayed practising on oranges to jab me with a needle and take lots of my blood. I don't like needles in general, but bloody hell it hurt this last time. I'd love to give blood properly, but I barely cope with three vials of the stuff, never mind a pint.
Then of course you wait 45 minutes for a prescription! (??!??!?). I don't want to knock the people really - it's a shit job at the NHS, and they work frickin hard, but damn it, some frickin management would be nice. Some common sense even.
Not to mention the GP changed my prescription with no word from me or my specialist. I've been on a lower (and pointless) dosage for the last two months - go GP!
Anyway, in a bid to be more responsible to my body, I'm trying to stop the sugar intake. Because you see - sugar to someone with Crohn's Disease is like cigarettes to someone with lung cancer. I however, have a big sugar problem. I'm trying - mental strength required though - wish me luck!
11:08 am
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