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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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Friday, December 24, 2004
Just a drop in - our internet at home has been arsed up this last week, and now I'm home for Christmas with arse-slow dial up so little blogging here over the Christmas period.
So, in a few words:
MERRY XMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope you all have a great time!
4:22 pm
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Ack. Don't you just hate it when you dream about doing your job?
7:56 am
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
My time in Northampton draws slowly to a close. This has been my first real location experience (as opposed to being stuck in a Studio office behind my desk all day) and apart from the heart-wrenching home sickness, it's been good fun. It seems the common time filler on location is going out and getting pissed. It's been a great department to work in though. An alcoholic cashier, a DJ cheque man, and a pole-dancing boss (needs to be seen to be believed); an unbelievable level of "Sexy Beast" quotes flying around our office, and more See You Next Tuesdays than I've probably heard in my entire lifetime. Great fun.
However, I am now mostly looking forward to my two weeks off and planning how to spend them. Some quality pooka time first no doubt, then back up to the Land of Lanc for Xmas jollies. Quality time to be spent with family, La Bron, Tall Boy, Princess Sarah, Cheeky Minx, the Aldreed and hopefully the Technically Speaking guys. Some hectic stuff. So much for a peaceful two weeks - heh.
I love Christmas! (which makes for interesting conversations with Mr Scrooge back home - I WILL make him love Christmas!)
7:20 pm
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Last night I dreamed about a kettle.... it's sadly true.
See, there's this kettle we use in our office in Northampton. I managed to knock out the filter last week and hadn't been able to figure out how the blasted thing went back in. I eventually wedged it in, but since it sat well beneath the water line, I reckoned I'd done it wrong. Time went on, and no one else fixed it. And damn it, it bugged me every time I made a cup of tea that it was wrong. Numerous occasions I looked at it again and tried to figure it out. It looked right, but was definitely wrong.
So, being in my subconscious I dreamed about the kettle. More specifically I dreamed about fixing the kettle. The dream came back to me when I was making tea this morning, and I did what I'd done in the dream and bugger me but it fixed it! All it involved was turning the sodding filter upside down, as my dream had told me. I can't decide if this makes me an incredible saddo or technically psychic. I have in the end decided that my subconscious is obviously a lot more intelligent than my conscious self and took pity on it and gave it the answer.
Kitchen - Day 1
Rachel and Conscious Self muse over the kettle and the filter, mindlessly trying to put the two together like a monkey bashing a star into the decahedron hole. Conscious Self scratches it's bit of brain
Conscious Self No, it can't be done. You must have broken a bit of it, just wedge it in... ok, now the lid won't close...
Subconscious Self (Bashing on the cerebral wall) No, no, you fool! Look, look - just turn the bloody thing upside down!
Conscious Self ...wedge it in further. There - that's the lid closed, all done - it'll be fine.
Subconscious Self Look at it properly you muppet - it's not fixed.
Conscious Self Hmmm, it's not really fixed, is it?
Subconscious Self Yes. Well done.
Conscious Self It'll just have to do, won't it. I leave it and let it bug me day after day.
Subconscious Self bashes its head against the cerebral wall in disgust
Kitchen - Day 2
Conscious Self Man, this kettle is annoying now its broken.
Subconscious Self You deserve to be annoyed by it, you muppet. Fix it!
Conscious Self Let me fiddle with it again.
Conscious Self proceeds to take out the filter, look at it quizzically and put it in exactly as before but with extra fervour, as if that will make it work this time
Conscious Self Shrug.
Subconscious Self AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!
Kitchen - Day 3
The scene repeats as before. Subconscious Self learns some new swear words
Kitchen - Day 4
The scene repeats as before. Subconscious Self weeps quietly in a corner, muttering darkly about brain surgery
Scroat House Hotel - Day 5
Conscious Self is happily snoozing away in Rachel's brain. Subconscious Self cannot take the frustration and weaves a simply non-plot dream to bore Rachel with. In it is shown exactly how to fix the kettle in simple step by step instructions
Subconscious Self Look! See! It's easy. Fix it - I can't take this anymore.
The dream is instructed to play 10 times over so Rachel doesn't sodding forget it. The trigger for the memory is of course a kettle.
Kitchen - Day 5
Rachel and Conscious Self are making a cup of tea
Rachel (To Conscious Self) You know, I had a dream last night how to fix this kettle. I wonder if it works...
Conscious Self Hmmm, no not sure that will work. You remember what happened last time you listened to your dreams. You thought you'd snogged one of your classmates and avoided him the rest of the day.
Rachel Yeah, that was pretty silly.
Subconscious Self (Frothing at the mouth) Listen to her you bastard! She has the answer!!
Conscious Self Still, in this instance I suppose it wouldn't hurt.
Rachel and Conscious Self lift out the filter, turn it upside down and put it in - it fits perfectly, just like in the dream
Conscious Self Wow. I'm psychic!
Subconscious Self stomps off as far as the brain will allow and sulks, moans about being inconsequential, ignored, and develops an insecurity complex about whether anyone likes them and decides to move out
THE END
6:26 pm
Sunday, December 05, 2004
After a seemingly fleeting trip back to London I am now back to the drudgery of hard labour in Northampton. To be fair the workplace is far from inhospitable - this is a really great crew and I'm enjoying working on this film a lot. So good things happen in my work life now and again. Balancing off the shit that was Pride & Prejudice.
Got Mac all fixed up finally - cracking job done on him too. Good to know I now have a guy I can go to should I decide to wrap Mac around another frickin pillar. Sigh - they're ganging up on me, I swear!
My two days off involved much friskiness and some Christmas shopping (note: Christmas shopping = wandering around crammed central london for hours, browse a lot, and only come away with one purchase which was Cheesy's own Xmas present of a mobile phone - not very productive). Also went to watch Beyond The Sea, so me and Cheesy got to watch out "His N Her" credits - how lame are we? Anyway, movie was definitely interesting and well put together and stuff - main critisism is that is really could've done with some more stringent editing, Mr Spacey was a little too self-indulgent with it. Still, he's very good in it.
Other than that I'm generally just a bit grumpy at having to work on a Sunday. And next Sunday. But Christmas is coming - and i still haven't sodding bought anything. Sigh.
4:21 pm
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Blogger's gone and all changed again - I'll adjust, I'm sure.
Slowest day in the world.... Sigh.
Anyway, I figure it's about time I set up a link to Fluffy's site since I keep loitering over there. A fabulous lady who is lucky enough to be having some fun on the Kitchen Table.
In celebration of this new link I shall participate in a challenging meme from this site, which was to pick five images that your best stalker would use to represent you. Ta daaaa! *waves mystic wand and prays that imaging html works first time*
Try it! It's fun!
Also, rejoice in that fact that Porny Curtis is back among the blogging community!
1:56 pm
Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Killing some time before I get back to my lovely impersonal corporate hotel room. While on the one hand it's quite nice having everything cleaned up after you every day, simultaneously it's a bit weird. You never quite get settled - I'm happy in my own messy area - it's mine. (Does this, I wonder, make me something of a pig?)
Anyway - two weeks gone, and the closer I get to getting home to Cheesy for a couple of days the harder the time apart is. Weird once more. Not liking the seperation stuff much. We used to do this all the time when he was still living in Manchester and I was down in London - it was tough not seeing eachother for weeks at a time, but this seems harder. You'd think that living together would make us sick of eachother and longing for private time, but the effect is the opposite. Piny gross people.
Anyway, much prep time tonight - it's been toooooo long. Grrr.
Everyone's coming down with stomach flu at the moment at work. Eep. If I get it at the weekend I will be super grumpy.
Anyway - hometime!
7:30 pm
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