Yes. Of course there's a reason!
9/9/2007 at 4:40 PM
Some waffle and then some real stuff.
Ian sent me a few pictures from his trip. I love the one with him and Huxley Dog. We had walked to my favourite pub for lunch and Huxley really wants some of that burger. You can see bigger images here and here. I'll post some of us when he sends me one I like.
Things at home are a bit crazy. My mum is still incapacitated after her fall and most of my day revolves around helping her and dad. I'm going to Scotland on Wednesday to give a presentation. How well i do will determine if I am offered a job with a company that I really like, doing something I love. I've already had two interviews and now I just have to impress the director of HR. The business Analyst role is on hold due to operational changes the company needs to iron out, but i am ever the optimist. Something is always around the corner and this new role is with a local company -- i could walk to work everyday -- it's flexi-working and the money is good.
If i can control my nerves i know i'll be fine.
If those links work I'm going to snog Mr Taylor, but I am not going to use another OS. That's like asking me to take off my knickers. Well, okay, it's nothing like that, but still!
Real Stuff
I catch myself frequently saying I am never going to... and I want to justify some of those things, so here's 5 of them:
1) I am never going to buy a mac computer
because they all have American keyboard layouts, and why on earth would I want a computer with an American keyboard layout, and why would I give my cash to a company that can't be arsed to amened their product to be country, or tradition, specific. (Mental Note - ask google why apple do this in case there's some legitimate reason.) I think it's pretty insulting to be honest.
2) I will never star in a James Bond movie
because, let's be honest, my legs aren't long enough and fake tan doesn't suit me.
3) I am never going to admit to eating duck
because I have ranted at too many people for munching on the flesh of my favourite creatures and I do not want to willingly put myself in a position where anyone can call me a hypocrite.
4) I will never run MS windows
as my main desktop OS again, because I said so ;)
5) I will never wax my underarms
because it bloody hurts!
There's more but i'm being hassled to stop typing and get into bed. Well, there's not been a mention of bed but that's where I plan on dragging him in a second.
I really want to do some poetry critique on here but I'm not sure if critique works like this here. Why do people post their work on humblevoice, is it just to showcase or to improve?
Ian sent me a few pictures from his trip. I love the one with him and Huxley Dog. We had walked to my favourite pub for lunch and Huxley really wants some of that burger. You can see bigger images here and here. I'll post some of us when he sends me one I like.
Things at home are a bit crazy. My mum is still incapacitated after her fall and most of my day revolves around helping her and dad. I'm going to Scotland on Wednesday to give a presentation. How well i do will determine if I am offered a job with a company that I really like, doing something I love. I've already had two interviews and now I just have to impress the director of HR. The business Analyst role is on hold due to operational changes the company needs to iron out, but i am ever the optimist. Something is always around the corner and this new role is with a local company -- i could walk to work everyday -- it's flexi-working and the money is good.
If i can control my nerves i know i'll be fine.
If those links work I'm going to snog Mr Taylor, but I am not going to use another OS. That's like asking me to take off my knickers. Well, okay, it's nothing like that, but still!
Real Stuff
I catch myself frequently saying I am never going to... and I want to justify some of those things, so here's 5 of them:
1) I am never going to buy a mac computer
because they all have American keyboard layouts, and why on earth would I want a computer with an American keyboard layout, and why would I give my cash to a company that can't be arsed to amened their product to be country, or tradition, specific. (Mental Note - ask google why apple do this in case there's some legitimate reason.) I think it's pretty insulting to be honest.
2) I will never star in a James Bond movie
because, let's be honest, my legs aren't long enough and fake tan doesn't suit me.
3) I am never going to admit to eating duck
because I have ranted at too many people for munching on the flesh of my favourite creatures and I do not want to willingly put myself in a position where anyone can call me a hypocrite.
4) I will never run MS windows
as my main desktop OS again, because I said so ;)
5) I will never wax my underarms
because it bloody hurts!
There's more but i'm being hassled to stop typing and get into bed. Well, there's not been a mention of bed but that's where I plan on dragging him in a second.
I really want to do some poetry critique on here but I'm not sure if critique works like this here. Why do people post their work on humblevoice, is it just to showcase or to improve?
i promise
9/6/2007 at 4:09 PM
...you'll giggle
or at least titter.
http://www.aglassandahalffullproductions.com/videos/101800_gorilla_450.asx
Titter is a great word.
SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO LINK HERE! Pretty please :)
or at least titter.
http://www.aglassandahalffullproductions.com/videos/101800_gorilla_450.asx
Titter is a great word.
SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO LINK HERE! Pretty please :)
i'm treading on my tippy toes, tippy toes
8/30/2007 at 4:34 PM
There are no clouds in England, despite the constant rain. I feel guilty for allowing myself to be happy, but I can't help it. We are wonderful. We are stories and poetry and I don't care if I make you want to retch with the sickly-sweetness of my triteness. Love is trite and I'll take that cliche any bloody day.
I like writing my waffles down. He doesn't need the written word as much as me, so he's happy to share sounds with friends. I enjoy looking back and closing my eyes to re-grasp a feeling.
We'll be together again in October. He isn't leaving. He's just going back home. He'll leave my house on Monday and I'll talk to him less than twelve hours later
I'll cry, of course.
I like writing my waffles down. He doesn't need the written word as much as me, so he's happy to share sounds with friends. I enjoy looking back and closing my eyes to re-grasp a feeling.
We'll be together again in October. He isn't leaving. He's just going back home. He'll leave my house on Monday and I'll talk to him less than twelve hours later
I'll cry, of course.
smiled and said yes I think we've met before
8/18/2007 at 1:58 AM
He says You and I will be standing at an alter. You will be wearing the most beautiful dress you have ever worn and I will be wearing a tux that's far, far too sharp for me, and even when I say I do, you'll ask me if I'm sure.
It's true.
Insecurities hurt relationships, but somehow he knows how to handle me. I wonder if he's just stubborn and I'm like a piece of code he can't quite get to work. He'll not give up until the bug is found and fixed. At some point, though, he should start over, learning from his previous mistakes.
I've booked us into a beautiful hotel in London for a few days next week. We're going to make a silly film and kiss in Camden market. We're going to dance even though there's no music and make love without touching.
He told me to close my eyes for thirty seconds and when I opened them he was still there. On the plate in front of me was a box that I stared at for the longest time. I daren't look inside, but when I did I found promises wrapped in diamonds and I just knew his mum would be grinning and clasping her hands.
It doesn't mean any more than he's serious about me, which means everything.
He's sleeping now and this is my time to think. I can't control the smile.
It's true.
Insecurities hurt relationships, but somehow he knows how to handle me. I wonder if he's just stubborn and I'm like a piece of code he can't quite get to work. He'll not give up until the bug is found and fixed. At some point, though, he should start over, learning from his previous mistakes.
I've booked us into a beautiful hotel in London for a few days next week. We're going to make a silly film and kiss in Camden market. We're going to dance even though there's no music and make love without touching.
He told me to close my eyes for thirty seconds and when I opened them he was still there. On the plate in front of me was a box that I stared at for the longest time. I daren't look inside, but when I did I found promises wrapped in diamonds and I just knew his mum would be grinning and clasping her hands.
It doesn't mean any more than he's serious about me, which means everything.
He's sleeping now and this is my time to think. I can't control the smile.
do you want to buy a rocket?
8/8/2007 at 4:56 PM
In my head business analysts are geeks. In my head a business analyst's brain works very differently to mine: they are logical and methodical; technical and scientific; they bring packed lunches to work and wear the same socks two days running.
I have lots of soft skills. I'm a people manager. I am ditsy and unorganised. I skip lunch and I never wear the same pair of shoes two days running. I am still amazed, and a little bit dazzled, that I have been employed as a business analyst: a senior one at that. The senior aspect refers to the part of my new role which involves managing other business analysts.
Part of me is very excited.
The rest of me is scared to death.
My new employer is a very reputable UK based telecommunications company. Reputable != big, though the two are not mutually exclusive.
I find myself asking random people what business analysts look like. Random people's views are very fluky, and by fluky I mean As random as the wind, though I am not convinced wind is all that random.
I waffle when I'm nervous.
The waiting is what's tricky. Waiting for my start date. Waiting for my bloke to arrive. Waiting for my sister to forgive me. Waiting for the postman.
My dog, Huxley, bit the postman on Monday. How cliche.
Ian flies in from Canada on Sunday. It'll be six weeks since I have seen him. It's hard to say that I have missed him because we speak so much every day. There are things I miss, of course, like snuggling up to him at night and holding hands, and I miss having breakfast with him, but we are as much of a couple when we're apart as we are when we're together, and I don't whittle about us any more.
I start my job a week or so into his visit, so it'll be nice to come home to him (and frozen pizza). The short-term plan is for him to come and stay with me for three months or more in Jan 2008, with a long-term plan of me moving out to Canada some time next year.
I hear business analysts are in high demand over the pond, even ones with as many shoes as me.
I have lots of soft skills. I'm a people manager. I am ditsy and unorganised. I skip lunch and I never wear the same pair of shoes two days running. I am still amazed, and a little bit dazzled, that I have been employed as a business analyst: a senior one at that. The senior aspect refers to the part of my new role which involves managing other business analysts.
Part of me is very excited.
The rest of me is scared to death.
My new employer is a very reputable UK based telecommunications company. Reputable != big, though the two are not mutually exclusive.
I find myself asking random people what business analysts look like. Random people's views are very fluky, and by fluky I mean As random as the wind, though I am not convinced wind is all that random.
I waffle when I'm nervous.
The waiting is what's tricky. Waiting for my start date. Waiting for my bloke to arrive. Waiting for my sister to forgive me. Waiting for the postman.
My dog, Huxley, bit the postman on Monday. How cliche.
Ian flies in from Canada on Sunday. It'll be six weeks since I have seen him. It's hard to say that I have missed him because we speak so much every day. There are things I miss, of course, like snuggling up to him at night and holding hands, and I miss having breakfast with him, but we are as much of a couple when we're apart as we are when we're together, and I don't whittle about us any more.
I start my job a week or so into his visit, so it'll be nice to come home to him (and frozen pizza). The short-term plan is for him to come and stay with me for three months or more in Jan 2008, with a long-term plan of me moving out to Canada some time next year.
I hear business analysts are in high demand over the pond, even ones with as many shoes as me.
feisty freeverse
7/21/2007 at 2:11 PM
I still maintain that freeverse poetry is not free, but that's a rant for another time.
I have updated my OS from ubuntu edgy to ubuntu feisty. I've been meaning to get around to it for a while but I just hate spending time on the computer lately. Feisty makes my time here nicer. It wasn't an easy upgrade; things broke and it's taken me a while to fix everything, but my computer feels nice again.
I was invited to hv by a good friend of mine. We were colleagues once-upon-a-time and I have missed interacting with him. It may seem strange to say this place feels comfy. It's like that coffeeshop I spend so much time in where the proprietor doesn't mind if I sit with one cappuccino for four hours. I've been too involved with online websites, projects and communities not to feel jaded . But I think I realise now how to enjoy folksy places.
I feel inspired to write and much of this new motivation is down to finding a certain comfort in my own head. My world is settled and lovely. I am adored by a guy who I mutually adore and I know we have a future together. I am not concerned about money and my health is good. This recent good fortune has prompted my muse to write darker poetry and prose that touches on fantasy with strong imagery that could be called macabre, though I dislike that term. I find myself pondering topics that are enveloped in controversy and would enable me, as a poet, to evoke sadness from my readers.
When my world was dark and uncertain my poetry was hopeful and twee. I wonder if this current change is about being able to face my past demons without feeling the need to hide them away or hide away from them.
I cannot get the image of two young boys standing over a run-over fox, and how I can juxtapose that sentiment with a more personal, but unusual, situation to meld the emotions of the two.
Gosh. No pressure here. It's wonderful.
I have updated my OS from ubuntu edgy to ubuntu feisty. I've been meaning to get around to it for a while but I just hate spending time on the computer lately. Feisty makes my time here nicer. It wasn't an easy upgrade; things broke and it's taken me a while to fix everything, but my computer feels nice again.
I was invited to hv by a good friend of mine. We were colleagues once-upon-a-time and I have missed interacting with him. It may seem strange to say this place feels comfy. It's like that coffeeshop I spend so much time in where the proprietor doesn't mind if I sit with one cappuccino for four hours. I've been too involved with online websites, projects and communities not to feel jaded . But I think I realise now how to enjoy folksy places.
I feel inspired to write and much of this new motivation is down to finding a certain comfort in my own head. My world is settled and lovely. I am adored by a guy who I mutually adore and I know we have a future together. I am not concerned about money and my health is good. This recent good fortune has prompted my muse to write darker poetry and prose that touches on fantasy with strong imagery that could be called macabre, though I dislike that term. I find myself pondering topics that are enveloped in controversy and would enable me, as a poet, to evoke sadness from my readers.
When my world was dark and uncertain my poetry was hopeful and twee. I wonder if this current change is about being able to face my past demons without feeling the need to hide them away or hide away from them.
I cannot get the image of two young boys standing over a run-over fox, and how I can juxtapose that sentiment with a more personal, but unusual, situation to meld the emotions of the two.
Gosh. No pressure here. It's wonderful.
singing in the dead of night
7/18/2007 at 7:47 PM
I promise, it's not _just_ to do with the pink, though the pink obviously helps. This website makes me giddy and I am torn between wanting to keep it to myself and bringing those I actually like here.
We'll see.
I'm a poet and critic. A better critic than poet, to be fair, but above average at both. I'm happy to comment on your writing if you promise not to shout at me if you don't like what I say. It's all opinion at the end of the day.
I wonder if someone can point me to poets they think are worth reading -- I'd be ever so grateful.
We'll see.
I'm a poet and critic. A better critic than poet, to be fair, but above average at both. I'm happy to comment on your writing if you promise not to shout at me if you don't like what I say. It's all opinion at the end of the day.
I wonder if someone can point me to poets they think are worth reading -- I'd be ever so grateful.
