As the title of the post suggests, there's no central theme to this entry, rather some random musings and an excuse to write (I've been getting itchy typing fingers).
Topic Numero Uno:
First up, 85 page views by 18 visitors, in one day???? What's up with that? I log onto my page today and that's what the stats are claiming for today, the 18th of August 2008. surely that's a mistake? I'll put it down to a technological failure or people skipping between my blog and the ones either side with the 'next blog button' I'm not delusional enough to believe my prose are that inspiring. Perhaps someone out there has decided my blog is actually a coded message from outer space and if they are persistent enough and look at the page say, ooo roughly 62 times, the co-ordinates to the meeting place where Superman will reveal his awesome super powers to the world will be revealed (or something equally ridiculous to that effect).
Topic Number Two:
The House Hunt Horror Saga rolls on as I once again trudge into the war zone to go House Hunting tomorrow. For those keeping up with my woes, notice how it's gone back to a house hunt, that is because the original third person has changed her mind (I think, I'm trying not to dwell on the alternative here, it might trigger a nervous breakdown at this point in proceedings)and is leaving her wanker of a boyfriend (she says...) so I'm back to trawling for nice 3 bed places. It's a much easier and cheaper task in the long run, which makes me happy, but doesn't get rid of the stress and general worry because now I've got two people who seem to be relying on me to rescue them from their housing nightmares.
Hopefully it will be better than last week which due to a 'clerical error' (so they said) I was left crying in the street with my lovely sis having to comfort me and sort me out cos I was upset angry and incredibly wound up by said error. In summation then: it's still a nightmare and I'm steadily loosing optimism.
Topic the Third
I found a new reason to worry today as the new computers with funky touch screens have started to be installed in work. It's only a matter of time before I'm unveiled as the walking, technological disaster that I am. Oddly enough I had managed to conceal it quite well, until now that is. I am about to be unmasked.
Topic Goes Fourth
Writers block is slowly being lifted due to necessity. I've spent quite a lot of time recently being forced to stay in strategic areas of traffic flow at work in case anyone should need help (but as Murphy's law would have it, they only ask when I'm actually doing something else, not waiting round like a muppet for someone to ask me a question) and in order to make sure I survive these periods of staring into space... Sorry! I mean, of course, looking attentive and eager to help, my mind has been free to wander and actively seek inspiration which all in all has been very useful so far. Also got an offer of a proofreader from a budding author friend of mine which is useful (he's also a teacher so he can mark critically, which is what I need)
Topic Five
Have finally got myself a copy of this kid’s book I've been after for ages which I have never read before but remember with fondness due to a TV series (good old BBC!). Does anyone else remember Elidor? The door in the series always reminded me of my grandmothers front door which led to the tradition of peering around the staircase gingerly every time I came down from upstairs or out of the living room and trying to get to the other side of the hall and the safety of either the living room or the stairs (depending on the direction of travel) in as few steps as possible in order to thwart the machinations of the dark people in Elidor. My personal best was two steps; one precarious and short-lived leap to the centre of the room right opposite the hazardous letterbox (the visual aid of the bad guys)before making a final leap to safety.
Topic the Penultimate
I've been listening to a rather varied mix of tunes whilst composing this including the mighty Pearl Jam, the unstoppable Duran Duran ('Please, please tell me now!') and the truly brilliant Cure. All are brilliant for various reasons and all are making me grin like a Cheshire Cat
Topic the Final
My birthday is looming in less than a month which means the Annual Internal Life Review and Audit (the A.I.L.R.A. if you want an acronym) is underway which generally leaves me depressed, unmotivated and regretful. I'm going to be awful when I get to an actual significant birthday if I'm like this in my twenties. Due to the generally awful conditions which face me around the day of my birth each year (I tell you, the Universe has a homing beacon for it, strikes every year without fail) I dread this event for weeks to come especially when my mother gets that look on her face and does that arm gesture which accompanies the phrase 'Now, please just THINK about what you would like to do for your birthday.' This is closely followed by a general ban and lifting of permission for me to buy anything for myself as ‘someone may have already got it for you', which never happens so I've deprived myself of something either incredibly useful or entertaining for at least a month to no avail.
Mum gave the speech about a week and a half ago, so the A.I.L.R.A. is in full swing right now. I'm not even going to attempt to guess what horror awaits this year but I have managed to get time of work (reeeesult!) so an educated guess will say that I will waste the day doing stuff like laundry and wishing I'd actually thought of something fun to do...
That's enough randomness for now. Stay tuned for more forays into a boring, static mind.