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Hi everybody! So I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year, for a couple of reasons. First up, to get me back onto Live Journal, and secondly to see if I can actually write a fan fic or two. I've had a couple of ideas bouncing around in my head for a couple of months, so I thought to myself; "Why not?" and "How hard can it be?"

I'm just starting to remember just how hard fifty thousand words can be, so the next month will be fraught. Especially considering I have a wedding to go to next weekend (not mine. Always important to point that out when you're older than a certain age) and the weekend after I'm away for four days interstate catching up with friends and doing a five kilometre colour run.

When you think about it, NaNoWriMo must be a bit like child birth. From the outside looking in, you think to yourself "Yeah, that does look like it's slightly painful, but how hard can it be if women keep getting pregnant with second, third and even fourth babies? I might give that a go." And then you do give it  a go, and sweet Christ on a crutch WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THIS?!?!?! EVER?!?!? And you think it's never going to end, but time seems to move so fast, but so incredibly slow at the same time, and for the life of you words are starting to lose their meaning, and have I written the word 'Green' too many times? Then again, would using a different word or green make my writing seem too pretenious, and like I'm trying too hard? But then it's over and you forget the sleepless nights, and the back pain from sitting down at your computer for too long, and in October the next year, you think to yourself "I thnk I'll sign up again. It's wasn't THAT bad last year."

But it is. It always is.

So, wish me luck! I have a feeling that I'm going to need it.

I went to a friends house last night, for a barbeque and games to ring in the new year and it was lovely. I was home in bed by 1 am, and as I had only had 3 Pimms with ginger beer and lemonade in a 6 hour period, I was fine to drive home.

We all wrote down our resolutions; we had to have 3, one to be completed by the end of March (learn all the words to Rapper's Delight), one the end of June (learn how to read/use a compass) and end of December (learn all the words to I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major General.*)

Someone asked me if my boss had gone back to Canada - his brother had a stroke recently, but he (the brother) is starting to get better - and I said no, he'd gone to Tumut. When asked why he went there, I told them how he had a friend there who owned a 'wine farm'. Yes, I realise now that I should have said 'vineyard', but at the time wine farm made more sense, but from now on, they shall be wine farms. And the people who work them shall be wine farmers.

I'm trying to give up Face Book, as I've come to the realisation that I only really care about maybe 10 people on it, and all the rest have incredibly drama-filled lives of their own creation that I don't care to know about, so I'm going to cut back to only looking at it on Sundays and that's it. So expect more posts here where I try to be witty.


*2013's resolution was to learn the song, but I forgot for about 6 months, and I've only really got 3 stanzas memorised. Ironically, the one year I don't have something about to do with getting healthy and fitter is the year I run in 3 fun runs.

A friend just texted me what will forever be considered the greatest question of all time:

What sound would the love child of Xena Warrior Princess and Turtle Man Make?

My brain has exploded from all the awesome.

(My answer was - the child would say "I'm Chuck Norris, bitch.")

Today I overheard the processing superintendent talking to someone and he said "No, I'm D.C.", and my first thought was "I can't believe he doesn't like Marvel."

... 5 minutes later I realised he was talking to an electrician and they were discussing currents.  










(Still don't know exactly what they were talking about. That'll learn me to eavesdrop.)

My iPod died last week; it was five years old, and I stupidly thought to myself "I'm impressed how it's going considering how much I use it. (Probably 10 hours a day - the office gets loud and it drowns out the annoying people, and the bus ride of work is 40 minutes each way). It started only half playing songs, and skipping certain bands and singers (My iPod apparently hates Adele and The Axis of Awesome), until finally last week while I was charging it on the computer a warning came up with basically said "You are so incredibly f-ed right now. You really have no idea" (but it said it in tech-speak, but let's face it. This is what it meant. And it won't connect to my computer, and instead of having 5 thousand songs on it, it only has two.

Both Taylor Swift.

Five years is a good run, and the closest repair shop is a two hour drive away, so I thought, "screw it!" and bought a new one. When I get home, I find that my version of iTunes is too old, so I download a newer one. To find out my computer OS is too old, and I can only buy that from a store.

I've got music on my phone, but I don't like playing music on my phone; call me old-fashioned, but dammit, I want my phone to be used as a phone (And for checking Face Book at work.) and that's it. Music devices are for music, phones are for communicating.

My computer is not on it's last legs, but is getting closer to retirement (Exhibit A: a non-working k key. I looked into getting it fixed, but it was going to cost about $400.00. Not worth it, when a whole new computer is only a couple hundred more). I don't want to buy the OS software and find out the computer is rat shit as well. And I don't want to buy a new computer just yet (I'd like to wait until at least the post-Xmas sales).

Remember the old days of Walkmans and Discmans? I miss those days. All you needed was to make sure you had spare batteries, and it they started going wonky, you hit them a couple of times, and blew on the moving parts. That was good times.

I have nothing of great import of tell you; it's just that I've gotten in the habit of posting everyday, and it was bugging me that I wouldn't be posting anything today otherwise.

Still NaNoWriMo-ing my little heart out, but the words I am getting down are all slightly jumbled and I need to sort them into a better structure before I post them here. Forcing myself to write has definitely been a bit of an eye opener for me. Who knew words were so hard?

Oh my god; have you guys been watching The Blacklist? What is it about James Spader that makes him so deliciously creepy?


A friend of mine tried to tell me that Blacklist was like Arrow, as they both had lists of bad guys to take down. Uh, that’s like saying that Melrose Place is the same as Good Times because they’re both set in an apartment block. Or that Sleepy Hollow is the same as Supernatural because it has siblings fighting the supernatural. Sure, there’s an aspect that’s similar, but it terms of execution that is pretty much it. You can’t compare Arrow to Blacklist. For starters – in terms of shirtlessness I don’t think the Blacklist has had any such scenes. Well, maybe once?* It’s not like Arrow who likes to distract you from plot holes and obvious ignoring of the laws of physics by throwing a shirtless man at you as the greatest distraction in the universe. Hey, I am not afraid to admit there was one time I was watching with a friend the pilot episode, and Olly had just jumped out of a moving vehicle and in the next scene he was walking to his abandoned warehouse with 2 large and cumbersome looking bags. Kate turned to me and said “Where did the bags come from? He didn’t have them in the car with him?” and while I was agreeing with her he took off his shirt, and we forgot what we were talking about. Oh Arrow, I came for the good looking cast, and I stay for the shirtless men. You know me so well.


( Cutting for spoilers. There be a lot of spoilers. )