Category Archives: Life

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A New Dawn

And here we are again, another attempt at blogging, another promise to keep my website up-to-date, will I manage this time? Who knows, certainly not me.

I played with the idea of using Blogger, but decided since I had other stuff on this site I wanted to keep I’d try again here, and at least it keeps it all in one place. I’m going to try and put something in here every day, mainly for myself, but also to keep friends up-to-date with what’s going on. Lots of friends just left work, and I don’t want to lose complete touch with them – so this is my attempt at that.

car and bens

As usual, it starts with cars 😉 This time, failed the MOT but only on front-lamp (no pattern) and break lights (always on) which is damn good news for us, considering our luck with cars. Oh the breaks need looking at and the engine has an oil leak (our drive is clear evidence of that), but the MOT will be fine on Friday once we get the lights done. Major good news. Grete’s appeal against her benefit decision came through a little while back, some of you already know, and was found in our favour. Mixed feelings, it’s odd being told you are officially ill after all, but at least they’ll pay the benefit going forward, and Grete got it back paid since last year, which helped buy some glasses for us both (more later), and a few other nice things.

eq

So, still playing EQ. Not quite as aggressivley as I was while in the raiding guild, but still pretty much all our spare time is spent playing or dealing with the game. The guild is moving forward, we run regular raids on weekends now (myself and another member co-lead them), and they’re fun but a strong committment. Got some WoW accounts, and played a bit, but it’s socially void even though it’s technically excellent, so struggling to get into it, and at around the same time, EQ really picked up again socially, which didn’t help.

vision

It’s been on the cards for a while, but I finally went for an eye test, and yes, I’m short sighted. After spending my teens and 20’s with perfect vision, it’s frustrating to find it’s no longer so. I’m still legal to drive apparently (although not owning a license might be an issue), but I’m definately getting short sighted. Got a couple of pairs of glasses which I should use when doing long-sight work, although I’ve not started doing them yet.

work

I used to work in a team of around 11 people, some two years ago. Now, the team is down to 5, with 3 covering the same work that I do. Down from a 1 in 5 24/7 rota to a 1 in 2 24/7 rota. Four of those people left last week while I was on holiday, due to some unforseen timing, and an offer of voluntary redundancy. Several other friends in other teams left at the same time, and more are still planning to go. So, very different place this morning to the one I left 10 days ago. Uncertain times, unhappy times, we’ll have to see how long I can stick it out.

the web

I’m a total slacker with the gemmell mania website. Haven’t updated the news on the front page in 18-20 months, and rarely read the forums on there. I really need to decide what to do with that site, either ignore it, close it, or hand it over to someone else. Having fun with the Truly Naughty Troop website though. And the guild members seem to like it.

5:39am – can’t sleep (clowns are gonna get me?)

It’s light and the fuc*ing birds are warbling at full volume.

Normally it’s a great sound, it’s nice to live somewhere that can sustain wildlife that doesn’t want to mug you and take your wallet, but come *on*, it’s not even fuc*ing 6am yet.

Don’t they have *any* respect?

Woke up at 4am, after getting to bed at a bit past midnight, couldn’t drop straight back off, due to the cat meowing to be let out, the birds warbling at full volume (yes, at 4am), and some noise downstairs.

Which turned out to be the CD player. Which neither of us can work out why it was on.

5:42am – wondering why the CD player was on – can’t sleep (clowns are gonna get me?)

Got back to bed at about 4:15am, had a quick chat to Grete to see if she knew why the CD player was on, then we both needed the loo and she needed a cigarette, got back to bed again at about 4:30am. Too much noise.

Too much hate of work to rest.

Lay there until 5am, not sleeping, specifically not sleeping, wondering if it’s legal to shoot birds on your own property in the UK, sadly I don’t think it is. Decided to put myself out of my own misery and get up.

Needed an early start anyway to shave – it’s gonna take three goes of the razor to get rid of this facial hair.

Had some toast with strawberry jam. That helped. Having coke now, liquid brown version.

5:49am – not bothering to sleep (clouds might try to get me).

I wonder why I only ever feel like ‘blogging’ when I’ve not been able to sleep? Cause or effect I wonder. Perhaps the urge to blog is so strong at times, that it stops me sleeping. If I was younger I’d take out a university grant to study that, I’m sure I could string it out for 4 years for a PhD.

“Blogging And Sleep Prevention : A Study In Causality and Inappropriate Use of Government Funding”.

Someone I knew after university did a PhD in a narrow field of superconductor theory, and spent roughly 80% of his time deep-freezing yoghurts in ‘dry ice’ and perfecting the process to make instant-yoghurt-ice-lollies.

Don’t think he made any superconductor breakthroughs though.

I do remember having to suffer him walking around my friends house in his grubby y-fronts and nothing else, more often than is good for the soul. I used to get a lift from my friend to the place we both worked, so I’d travel there and wait in the lounge for Jack (said friend) while Yoghurt-Ice-Lolly-Y-Front-Dood would wander around making toast and mess.

I can’t remember his name though, although it might come to me. There was Jack (metallurgist), Chris (physicist), Phil (electrical engineer), me (computers), and y-front boy, all sitting in Jack’s lounge thinking the same thing (well, y-front boy wasn’t thinking it). Which was, why is he wearing those grubby y-fronts.

I remember the day Jack had his entire garden tarmac’ed – excellent decision, not only did it reduce his garden maintenance to 0 hours per week, but it provided an excellent platform on which to play football.

5:56am – can’t sleep (y-fronts are gonna get me)

So may people in my life that I’ve just lost touch with – I’m such a lazy friend in that respect. People who’s company I enjoyed greatly, but because I moved away or changed jobs, just fell out of touch with. It’s especially true of university friends, I mean some of those people I knew for four years, and then just stopped knowing. I made an effort to stay in touch with a few, mainly girls now that I think about it, but they probably felt I was stalking them.

The guy who used to start practicing his trumpet playing at 7am in halls of residence, I don’t mind not keeping in touch with him.

Sarah, the girl who lived in the room next-door to me and learned to play the Saxophone and didn’t mind having a sign on her door saying ‘no sax before lunch’.

Welsh Mark, who used to drive us to the chip shop on Saturday’s in his mark 1 Ford Escort, and who didn’t object (enough) when we volunteered to put a dart board in his room, and then subsequently ruined his wall with a billion dart holes.

Charles of course, who I thought I’d know for ever, but still managed to lose touch with really, although we do sometimes exchange e-mails.

Linda who was innocent as the day is long (for the first year), and who taunt me everything I needed to know about periods.

Alison, the first person I ever knew who actually smoked dope, the memories of a faint purple haze floating out from the bottom of her door. Alison is the one I miss the most, although I’ve only just realised that. Here’s to that night we drank brandy from mugs like it was wine.

Too many people, I’d be here for hours remembering them.

Those four years were good years (except for the bit in year 3 where I very nearly went insane, or perhaps I did it’s hard to tell).

06:05am – rambling now – can’t sleep (clowns are too tired to get me)

It’s gone suspiciously quiet. Perhaps Bubbles (our cat) has eaten all of the warbling birds. A more conscientious wildlife person would go and check, but not me. I’m staying here.

Eyes feel gritty, combination of non-stop-computer-gaming for four days, and lack of sleep I suspect. Although later I’ll forget about the gaming element and claim lack of sleep for my tired eyes, no doubt. Selective human memory rocks.

My mum’s moving house, out of the one she’s lived in since I was 4, so 30 years. She doesn’t own it, it’s a council house she rents, and she’s moving into a council flat nearer to my sister. Which is good. If I got sentimental about this stuff I guess I’d be feeling sentimental about now, I’m sure she is.

They’re clearing out the loft and keep ringing and asking if I want the junk they found that used to belong to me. It’s all going except a black bag full of letters and stuff, probably from around my University days, just before the Internet really took off in the UK while I was still actually using paper to send messages to people.

Philistines.

Anyone know any good cheap carpenters in Nottingham? Got some rotten wood around two door frames, and I’m too inept to know how to repair it, and too concerned about the cost to get in contact with anyone.

It’s one of those constant niggling worries I always have around me, I think I collect them on purpose, like a safety blanket, in some way protecting me from bigger more important things to worry about.

Or perhaps I’m just delusional due to lack of useful sleep.

Enough junk from me. See you all in-game later no doubt.

Cars

Can’t open the car bonet again, after having had it fixed already. Suspect the car is leaking oil (well, I damn well know it’s leaking oil, but denial has been helping over the last few days).

I hate cars, and they hate me, it’s simple.

Probably won’t make Andy’s wedding, which I feel crap about, but I can’t risk driving the car for 200 miles or whatever it is there and back.

Playing loads of EQ again, re-opened the second account, blah blah, addicted, blah.

Work sucks

Otherwise life normal

Progress

Moved Grete’s pages across to the .co.uk. domain, Grete’s promised to update the content at some stage.

The less said about work the better.

Thought I’d be tempted to play EQ, but not even remotely interested, it’s probably a phase, and I’ll feel like playing soon, but we’ll see how that turns out.

Fine morning

Another fine, sunny September morning – yay global warming.

I’ve never been so popular, getting loads and loads of e-mail. I admit, 99% of it is virus infected garbage, but I’ll take anything I can to boost my ego 😉

So it’s been a while (again)

We’re moving house – our Landlady wants her house back, so we’re buying a place. Things are moving along, mortgage offer accepted, written confirmation ‘with us soon’, solicitors engaged, insurance in place. Staying in the same general area (house is within a couple of miles of our current one), nice and tidy inside. If we didn’t hate moving so much it’d be exciting 😉

IBM

So, it’s signed, it’s a done deal. As of November 1st I work for IBM, and not my present employer anymore. All change is scary, but I’m pretty ok with this at the moment.

On Hold?

Ok, so I wrote my life was on hold, and I’ve done something about it. Replied to an inbox full of stuff, started reading the mailing lists I’m on again, and in a moment I’m going to tidy up the Gemmell Mania stuff that needs dealing with.