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 march 30 12:26 PM house piccies! Go see pictures of my new place here. Whee!
Thank you Jack, Heather, Chris, and Jim for being so fabulous today and lugging my stuff from Cambridge to Willingham. I owe you much more than pizza and wine. Well, not a lot more, so don't get too excited. I might buy you more booze at some point. Hee. Thank you Ed, for making my days of the week all purdy like. The halo/frost thing was bugging me too. So, here I am in the new place and all set to enjoy a lovely looooooooonnnnnnnnnng weekend (I'm not back to work until Thursday). I've met one of my neighbours who seems really nice, and the cottage is just as great as I remembered. Must go to bed, but will be posting new house piccies on this page over the weekend. Happy bunny day, everyone!
Almost done packing up all my worldly possessions - which seem to have quadrupled since moving here a year and a half ago. Where the hell did all this stuff come from? I'm moving from one furnished flat to another and yet I have an impressive pile of things. In fact, I'm not sure we'll be able to move everything in one trip. Poo. One of the great things about moving overseas is that I got to purge a lot of junk simply because I had to. I shipped about 5 boxes and 2 suitcases from Montreal, and had brought 2 suitcases with me on the plane over. Now I'm sitting here looking at 4 packed suitcases, 13 boxes, some bits of furniture, and a whole whack of electronic equipment. Oh yeah, and my bicycle. The scary part is, I pitched at least 3 full bin bags of rubbish before I started packing and have 2 more bags full of clothes that are too big for me now to go to the Sally Ann. Help.
Just back from a fun night at the Fort St. George pub. I was only supposed to go for a quick drink then come home to finish packing. Oops. I can't help it - Jim kept buying me glasses of wine and Kit Kats. I am now doing laundry in a mad frenzy 'cos the rental company are picking up the washer and dryer tomorrow (I have a washer at the new place and no longer need to rent). I just can't move with a pile of dirty laundry. Speaking of lovely pubs, we're going to the Anchor Inn for my birthday on Sunday. Mmmmmmmm pubs.
I read other people's pages almost daily (everyone in the menu on the right, actually) and it always makes me realise that I really don't put a lot of creativity into this blog. I should probably write about something other than the minutia of my life. I should be writing insightful bits of prose, reflecting on the world around me. Nah. Can't be arsed. I was looking up the phone number of the place I rent my washer and dryer from and found this quote on their homepage: "Although we have a Scottish name...Our delivery service offers FREE delivery and installation." Wow, talk about stereotyping. Wankers. I love Sky One. All they show is Star Trek, Buffy, and Simpsons. Mmmmmmmhmmmmm. But good god, that "Enterprise" series is such utter shite. Happy birthday, Susan! Hope you had a good one, hon.
So Chris came into work this morning with a big scrape on his nose and forehead. He insisted that we all try to guess how he injured himself. Guesses included: he got beaten up by his girlfriend, he sprayed WD40 on his bicycle brakes again (no joke - he's done it before), or it somehow involved drinking. The last guess was the most accurate - Chris had a bit too much on Saturday night, gave his Dad a piggyback ride, fell over, and scraped his face on the pavement. You just can't make stuff like this up.
Finally. A couple have signed a new lease, paid their deposit, now I've got my deposit back and don't have to worry about this flat anymore. Whoopwhoopwhoop!
Packing. Ran out of boxes. Broke a nail. I think I've got a cold. Been up since 7 this morning. Had a 4 hour meeting starting at 8. Dust from packing is making me sneeze. Burned my tongue on some hot and sour soup I made. Have decided that I need to eat everything in my house by Wednesday night because I don't want to move more stuff than necessary. I can do that. Need to finish a seminar on RoboHelp that I have to give at work. I am not putting Power Point on my CV, even though I'm learning it right now. Oh crap, I really do have another cold. Have just remembered that there's Stella Artois in my fridge. Life is good.
See Posted by So I came home instead of going to yoga so I could be here to show my flat - to some twonk who never even showed up. I rang him after waiting for 1/2 an hour, and all he could muster up was "Uhhh I just forgot". No sorry or anything. Which reminds me, we discovered that there's some bloke in our office in America whose last name is Wankier. I kid you not. We really want to send him an email.
At home. Must post short entry. Sounding like William Shatner. Bones!... Anyhoo, just forgot to add that Royal Tenenbaums was a fabulous flick. Really enjoyed it - run out to see it if you can. Erm, although it's probably long gone from North American cinemas by now. Gotta show some bloke my flat in an hour. *sigh* This is definitely starting to get tiresome. Well, I dunno. I can use Blogger from work without any problems, but I still can't post anything longer than 4 lines from home. *shrug* Maybe it's Windows XP being evil. I found someone to take my flat, but my landlord is dragging his heels about it and wants me to still show the place to anyone else who wants to see it. That was fun - I was stress free for one day thinking I finally found someone to take over my lease. Now it's back to keeping the feckin place spotless all the time, not being able to go out in the evenings because I've got to show my flat to various bored and cynical people, and worrying that no one will take the flat in time for me to move. Feckfeckfeck. Meanwhile, I'm researching holidays in Provence in April. :) Whee! More people came to see my flat, so maybe someone will actually take it before I leave after all. Hurrah. The Tescos delivery man said that he was very sorry that I'm moving and he would miss me. Now that's sweet. In other terse news, we're off to see The Royal Tenenbaums tomorrow night. Should be fun. Brief posting is fun. So succinct, it is. Sound like Yoda now, I do. Blogger continues to irk me. I am irked. It is so irksome. Now I've probably exceeded my character limit for one post, so I'll hit "Post & Publish" now. I asked everyone at work what they were doing for St. Patrick's Day. They all looked at me like I was insane and said something about how it was only Americans who did that. And the Irish, I reminded them. Oh yeah, them too, they said. The English just aren't into it, which is strange because you'd think a holiday that revolves around being in pubs would catch on here. Go figure. One thing's for certain - I'm going into London on Canada Day, covered in rub on maple leaf tatoos, and swearing at people in Quebecois French. Brits ain't gonna take that festivity away from me. *mumble grumble missing the parade mumble Old Dublin fiddle player grumble* Well, since I cannot update my template because Blogger continues to be a massive pile of pants, I'll have to put this here. Mark's back! I'll put a link on the left whenever I can. As for Blogger, I give you a very enthusiastic pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttttttttttttt. Ah. It appears that Blogger doesn't like to upload my entries if they contain more than something like 80 characters. Well, that's an interesting and irritating development. Right, welcome to my pithy blog. If I have anything lengthy to say, I'll break it up over a series of posts. *snort*
Blogger is becoming increasingly annoying. It seems that it only works every 4th or 5th time I try to upload my page. I also love it when it takes a bazillion years to post the last thing I wrote, only to give me a "this page cannot be displayed" error thus losing my post in the process. I've looked in to Grey Matter and Moveable Type, but I just don't understand how it works. I gotta get Perl? Eh? How do I use CHMOD via FTP? Why on earth can't someone come up with something that runs on your server that isn't insanely difficult to configure? Surely there must be some way to come up with a tidy exe file that installs a lovely bit of software that a) timestamps entries b) allows you to update your page and c) gives each entry an ID number so that you can attach comments. Sheesh. In the meantime, I'm typing entries in Notepad to upload whenever Blogger feels like working. If it's like last time, that means you'll see this in about three days.
aries-- north american pop culture would be such a void without colourful folk like the Lucky Charms leprechaun
It's such a pain - I've got to keep my flat really clean because people might stop by to take a look. What's worse is I spoke to a woman tonight who was telling me that her husband is a neat freak and won't take a flat if it looks messy. Grand. Apparently he's especially disgusted by dirty ovens. Guess what I've been doing for the past 1/2 hour? That's right. Cleaning my oven. Oh, how I cannot wait to move.
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march 21
Another one from Gordon Bradley, who is always after me Lucky Charms.
