Constantine

Keanu does well in a role that could have been created for him, and despite the changes from the source material Constantine is a good interpretation of the comic book with some worthwhile scenes and some surprising twists.

A very Amazon Christmas

Amazon is amazing.  I always knew it was amazing, but at Christmas it’s even more amazing if you’re buying their core products (rather than through partners) and you have their Amazon Prime free trial.  There’s something amazing about ordering 10 items, getting an e-mail an hour later saying they’re being dispatched, and then having them all arrive 9:30am the next day.

They deserve to make a killing.

I’m impressed by their packing system (yeh, I know).  Various sized items all purchased and then they seem to package similar sized items up and into a kind of wrap cardboard thing.  I wonder if it’s fully automated, partially automated or completely manual.

So this is Christmas

We’re ahead of the game this year, kind of.  Although we’re always late starters as far as Christmas is concerned, this year we’re better than normal, and as of today, it’s officially Christmas in this household.

  • We got an advent calendar (chocolate naturally) before the 1st of December and hung it up before the 1st of December, this is essentially a Christmas Miracle come True.
  • We bought presents for people the weekend just gone and some of the ones we have to post are already wrapped, and we’ll be posting them during this week.  Yes, we are posting parcels to people, as Christmas presents, instead of just you know, forgetting, or not bothering.
  • Grete has writers cramp from writing out our Christmas cards which will be posted before Christmas, not like the year we posted them after Christmas.
  • I have just retrieved our tree from the cupboard upstairs, and we’ll be putting it up in the next day or so.  We didn’t bother last year because we weren’t sure Fizz would cope with all the glittering things that hang off it without trashing the house, but she’s (slightly) more relaxed now (pictures of the tree as soon as it’s up, I promise).
  • We’ve already started buying the food for Christmas, so we don’t have to spend 19 hours queueing in Tesco two days before hand.

So there you have it, Christmas at last.  Nearly the end of 2008, near the start of 2009 and that means we’re uncomfortably close to 2010.

Of course, in some ways, it’s always Christmas in this house, since our Santa Clause stuffed toy sits on top of the book shelf in the lounge all year round, bringing us good cheer and joy.

Oh yes.

Why do I hate having my hair cut?

Anyone who sees me on a regular basis knows that the length of my hair goes from one extreme to the other, although in the past couple of years it has gotten better.  It used to be that I’d let it get far too long and only when it really bugged me would I get it cut, and then I’d have it cut really short so that it would last a while.

It’s because I truly hate visiting the barbers / hair dressers.

I have a memory from childhood but I’m not sure if it is the cause of my barber distress or merely a contributing factor.  I remember going on my own (I think) to the local hair dressers and getting my hair cut very, very, very short.  I remember being extremely distressed by the result and maybe even hiding in my bed for a few hours.  I’m not sure exactly how old I was, maybe very early teens.  I’m sure there was crying, for several days.

Whatever the root cause, I know I’ve hated it for as long as I can remember.  I get very stressed while my hair is being cut and find myself tensed and clenching all my muscles,  until I make myself relax and as soon as I stop focussing I tense again.

The net result of all that is that while I was at University, and ever since, I’ve always left getting my hair cut as long as possible, usually up to the point where it bugs me so much I finally relent and get it done.  I also find it easier to go somewhere I’m familiar with.  When I was living in Rotherham this meant getting three buses each way to get to a barbers in Sheffield I’d used while I was living near there at University.

When we moved to Nottingham I started going to a local hair dressers, and they were pretty good, while it was still distressing I got used to it and managed to go reasonably regularly.  We moved in Nottingham (still close to the same place) next to a barbers, and I tried that once, and it was a terrible experience.  My feelings weren’t misplaced though, since when I went back to the hair dressers next time they commented on how bad the cut was and fixed it.

It’s not like I have complex hair, or want a complex cut, I just want it short and tidy, I’ve always just wanted it short and tidy, but for some reason the whole experience is distressing.

Grete cuts my hair now, or I should say, she shaves it using electric clippers (#4 all over thanks) and it’s much, much, much less stressful.  However, it’s still not stress free and I trust Grete with my life so it’s not about people I don’t know, it’s about the whole process of having my hair cut.  For some reason.

Anyway, now that Grete cuts it, it doesn’t get quite as long as it used to, but it still gets too long.

So there, I don’t really answer my own question, but I thought I’d blog about it anyway.  I guess I’ll never really know, I’m just glad that I’ve finally found the least stressful solution to the problem.  Getting my hair cut gives me a huge personal confidence boost, I feel measurably happier with it short, I just wish I could use that energy to make the process happen more often and be less stressful.

Maybe in the future.

Time for a Tooth update

Don’t worry, I promise no pictures this time.  My gum has finally stopped being sore on it’s own and is now only sore if I poke the socket or press against the underlying jaw through the gum flesh (yes yes, so why do I keep doing it).  The gum is growing over the wound slowly, but it’s still pretty tender.  I can however, finally, eat on both sides of my mouth again, although it’s going to take some getting used to.  On the right side, the gap means I push food down below the top molar into the gap, rather than tearing it, it sort of just pushes it around.  I have to jiggle the food around a bit to get it over a tooth edge and hence truly chewed.

Since I have no one else to blame other than myself for this piece of mouth stupidity, I’m still beating myself up about it (it’s a personality flaw).  As Grete says, if I believed in God I’d make a great Catholic since I do personal guilt so well.

So it’s progress anyway, and I’m pleased it’s finally getting somewhere.  The pain under my tongue has mostly gone which I was attributing to the injections I got at the time, and for most of the time was causing more discomfort than the immediate gum pain.  So that’s good, I’m pleased.

I still need to arrange another appointment for 2 fillings and some cleaning, but I’ve been putting that off, partly due to cost and partly due to well, it being the dentist.  I’ll try and get that done soon.

Frost came visiting

Totally clear night last night (Saturday to Sunday, since technically I’m writing this on Monday morning), so it was always going to be cold.  The frost this morning though was amazing.  On the shed roof it looked a little like snow, but the grass and leaves on the ground looked like they’ve been coated in sugar.

Tried to get some shots, but not really pleased with how they came out.  I’ve whacked a Picasa album up (including the shots of the snow we had recently) which you can see over here.

Here’s my favourite shot though (click for full size) and check out the album above for a couple more.