been a while... again

Yes.. I know.. Im rubbish.

Today something crossed my mind, and stuck there long enough for me to think it would be an interesting - and yes I use that word loosely - thing to have as a facebook status... then I was distracted ON facebook by a stupid advert for a mobile phone company for an object that guarantees you phone reception in your home... so that took precedence for me to cite their dumbassery and point them in the direction of their landlines....


however... the thing remained on my mind.

so, stick with me on this.

Codliver oil.

Its a given right? It exists. We know this. We ACCEPT this... we are fine with this... we never really question this...

Thing is... if someone asked you if fish had livers.... what would you say?

Perhaps its coz dont do a lot of cooking that this seems odd...

But then... Ive never seen a birds lungs either....

And... what about insects? Do they have the same gubbins goin on inside them?

I realise I could find out.. probably quite easily... but yanno... then the magic goes.

and we all like magic bugs.


Shazzayum.

tagged

ok.. so Ive been tagged... 5 obsessions eh...

ok.......

here goes....

erm....

well first ones uninteresting, if annoying to the point of debilitation.

1. Things have to be clean. No, this doesnt mean Im tidy. Im complex like that. Stuff has to be clean, especially food related stuff... if its not, I freak out. Case in point being the glass at the local pub last night. Now, admittedly it SHOULDNT be a big deal that there was sticky stuff on the rim of said glass - which I can only assume when my lip got stuck to it halfwaythru my drink.. must have been someones old lipgloss. Shouldnt be a big deal. But it is. Its not fucking difficult to wash a glass properly.

2.Perhaps not a an obsession, well not an obsession with the bad stuff itself, more like If theres something wrong, and I cant fix it because people wont let me... that drives me NUTS. And Il tend to pick over it in my mind till I have to make myself stop. when theres nothing you can do theres nothing you can do. that feels like a failure, and I dont like it.

3.Murder She Wrote. Nuff said.

4. With very little else to do while looking for work I get into these little time limited obsessions. Theres been a number of these. It gets to the point of I HAVE to do this, why isnt there more available? Why cant I do more today? Why do I have to wait till tomorrow? Such things have included online games, online crosswords, looking after virtual pets, LOLZ, knitting, sewing.. covering my desk with patterns of nailvarnish dots...

5.Specific foodstuffs, tied to events, places and times of year. Nucular - yes thats the correct spelling - cheezee poofs from a certain store that means they arent just Nucular cheezee poofs, they are ... ... .... Nucular Cheezee poofs. These only work alone or as part of a meal WITH a nice sammidge from the same store. I think Im coming the end of my current toast fetish... i think, but then autumn is here... which demands cinnamon toast. Soon, certain coffee chain should be bringing out their winter flavours.... if they dont have dark cherry mocha this year I shall cry. That should be drunk, hands wrapped around the paper cup for warmth, on the way to trying to do something good. Headfones on, dropkicks blaring. Flaming Hot Monsta Munch. Anywhere anytime baby. There are others.. but ducko just brought me coffee... and a Wispa Gold.. and theres Nucular waiting in the kitchen.

So its bai bai for now, Il tag people when Im not after coffee!

ongoing

Yeah.. im still back.. Im just lazy.

been a while

yes.. sorry bout that... and now im being mocked about how long its been.. yeah.. thanks ducko. Been a little busy... got that summer library job.. now sadly summer is over and yes, so is the job.

Overall it was good...

Certain things about it werent...

Im a little OCD about things being clean you see...

Im a little phobic of being sick...

People do nasty things with books.

People bring books back covered in nasty.

Worst I heard.. which im still not sure I believe.. was someone using raw bacon as a bookmark.

Best I saw.. was a woman who came to the library walking her dog.. and her cat. The dog had a lead... the cat just came along for the walk, which apparently it does everytime she comes. NICE!

Id suggest this to catface, but theres only so many times you can be looked at by your cat.. its eyebrow raised with an expression that clearly shows its distain for you and all your ideas, before you decide if its so great it can clear out its own litterbox. - dont try that at home people, cats are stubborn and just WONT.

Yeah..

work was... tiring. and not paid that well. I shall whinge more about the sheer unfairness of payment at a later date when I will also regale you with tales of bitchface and her assistant.

This is just a hello.

Im still here!

*waves*

Mantras

Mantras... sayings... those little phrases you might spout without thinking.

They make you feel better, get you through the hard times, annoy the monkies out of people you have said them to too many times.

Im not talking about the "Clean your room"s

or even the "I love you"s

but those little globules of wordyness.. you know the ones.

Well theres one me and my mentee have grown to love. We use it often, not because its glib, but because it applies so often.

It's simple. It's clear. It is...

Man the fuck up.

Im not saying that this only applies to men, but today, they are who it is aimed at.
Im talking about those men who pride themselves on their Masculinity. Their Manliness. Their being powerful, strong, capable, in control, masterly, messianic...
These are the ones, who in a crunch, turn into lily livered little cowards. This annoys me. As a woman, I find we put up with a lot. Men as described above. Theres no need for them to put into words their belief that they are better in some undefinable way than any woman. we put up with this because those we love, love them. They stand in a room, not believeing, not thinking, but KNOWING all women are lower, and presumably, horrendously attracted to them.

I know im sounding bitchy here. but I do not hate all men. I hate this particular kind of man. Who when realising they have a difficult decision to make, choose the easiest possible way out for themselves, not caring, probably not even realising how hurtful they are being.

THESE MEN ARE COWARDS

They are exactly the opposite of that which they believe themselves to be.

Deep down I hope they know how cowardly and pathetic they are. But I doubt they do.

These are the men who need to man the fuck up. Be human. Actually behave in a manner that is at very least respectful to those who have given up their time, lives, and love to you.

Hayfever and other annoyances

Yes folks.. Its hayfever time.

I love trees. They dont seem to love me. Hell im not even sure its tree pollen im most allergic to. Could be that bastad grass.

So im doing my scratchy throat with tongue thing in my sleep. So I wake up with a throat on the verge of tasting bloody.

Fun eh?

Iv got potential news, but dont want to jinx it. *knocks on several pieces of wood*

Theres things Im thinking of trying, but the deadlines and my general style and laziness probably mean they arent compatible. That and Im a big chicken. Today I shall mostly be being annoyed at wimbledon taking over the tv.

not so interesting..

apple ogies.

its been a BAD DAY please dont take my picture...

I say bad day.
Started with a bad night.
Bad night on the phones.
Unpleasant. Heartwrenching. Stomach churning. Maddening.

pick your favourite

Nasty people. People are stupid, nasty, vindictive.

Not sounding jaded am I?

Called back a job I didnt get - yes another one - for some feedback

Out of 9 applicants, only I didnt have any experience working in a library.

Out of 9 applicants for this part time role, 5 people had the degree in working in libraryness.

8 years of using academic libraries and a lifetime of ordinary ones just doesnt cut it.
The ability to do the job is outmatched by any experience. But how to get experience?

Being truthful apparently not a big plus point. Listening also not an important skill for interviewers...
Yes, I said that my dizziness has been a problem with reading in the past.
Did I explain that I had worked around that, using computer programmes that I can demonstrate to others with reading difficulties, not only to read for pleasure but to complete a frikkin research based history degree? Yes.
Did I say that I do not read for pleasure now? That I cant read actual books? No.
Did I say that I do read and list a number of texts, including those by my lovely authory friends? YES I BLOODY DID.

Im pissed off.

Dont not give me a job because you havent listened to what Ive said.