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I'm posting this because it's worth a try.

do not click if you are offended by appeals for money over the internet - don't worry, it's not for me! )

It's this sort of thing that really puts my puny little problems into perspective.
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Happy birthday to the magnificent [livejournal.com profile] biascut!
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...because it's something I've seen a lot, both on the internet and in the television coverage of the US election: could the election of an individual like Barack Obama only happen in America? What do people think?


Oct. 24th, 2008 11:43 am
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Christ, this just made me WEEP with laughter.

Warning 1: Really NSFW.
Warning 2: Possibly incomprehensible to those unlikely to recognise an icon of 1980/90s Australian television.

Backing away from YouTube, now.
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In happier news, though, I have temp work Monday to Wednesday, and maybe Thursday next week, so hurrah! Income, no matter how paltry! Things to do other than endlessly refresh email and job sites!

I've just been reading a discussion Elsewhere On The Internet about things from your childhood that no one else remembers, and it reminded me of a TV programme that I may well have hallucinated, as no one else ever seems to mention it. So do any of you (who are my age - 30 - or older, and grew up in the UK) remember a show called "Play Safe" or "Play It Safe", presented by Jimmy Saville? It was all about children's safety, and as far as I can remember Jimmy S told doom-laden stories about how ordinary children JUST LIKE YOU AND ME had been playing one afternoon and then suddenly gone HURTLING OUT OF A TEN-STOREY WINDOW or similar. In my memory these tales were also accompanied by horrifically graphic photos of squashed, mashed, and otherwise wounded children, but surely that can't be right, can it? I have a very clear image of the aftermath of a boy who'd gone through a plate glass window, though that may just be my over-active imagination. It all scared the bejeesus out of me when I was small, anyhow.

So tell me, LJ, did this actually exist, or have I invented it? I had a look on YouTube but found nothing of the show I remember. Although I did find this rather awesome public information ad:

I swear I remember seeing this, though according to YouTube it's from 1979 and I would've only been one, so surely I wouldn't be able to remember it? Perhaps there was a similar "don't play in the electricity substation" ad from Australia? Actually, now that I think of it, there probably was. [livejournal.com profile] ozgirlabroad, [livejournal.com profile] wonderlanded - can you confirm?
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Tom's is Ennui. Mine is Feminax, or possibly Dworkin*.

Any more for any more?

*Charlie Brooker's idea, not mine.


Jun. 19th, 2008 04:27 pm
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LJ just removed someone from my friends-list COMPLETELY RANDOMLY, and with no input at all from me. It's sorted out now, but DAMN, don't do that, LJ! Happily the person in question emailed me - so, if we are friends and have interacted substantially on LJ/IRL, and it appears that I have randomly defriended you (and we have not had a massive row or anything) with no explanation, please let me know. And LJ, stop sucking. Thanks!
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I had a lovely weekend, thank you very much. But enough of that: a rare public post from me to promote the Plimptons' video for their song "Lonely Old Man", directed masterfully by the magnificent [livejournal.com profile] uniquefergus, expert drumming and moustache-wearing by [livejournal.com profile] singlefished, and professional cake-flinging by my good self. (Lingering shot of my cleavage not included.)

According to Fergus, it is currently the 47th most watched UK video on YouTube!

I hope I did that right.
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Gah, I am USELESS at communication at the moment. Between having no access to my personal email at work, and Virgin being generally incompetent and sporadically cutting off our home internet, and my habit of putting my phone down in places in my flat where it has no reception or I can't hear it beeping, my life is currently strewn with missed calls and texts and emails that I never get round to replying to. Sorry sorry sorry if you are one of the people who has been trying to contact me of late; I FAIL AT LIFE and will try to do better.

I have so much work that it makes me cry a bit, but I am taking the time to do a wee poll that I have been thinking about for quite some time.

[Poll #1100217]


Nov. 14th, 2007 04:55 pm
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OK, seriously, if you are still checking my journal, which is 90% friends-locked, nearly five months after I moved from London, in the hopes of getting a chance to take pot-shots at my ex-flatmate, that is really fucking sad, particularly when her journal is completely public.

I have a lot of sympathy for everyone involved in that piece of drama, genuinely - but I am not part of it, I was never part of it, and I really resent the fact that a large part of the reason I am now almost totally friends-locked is because I got dragged into it by people trying to get at R. through me.

If you've got a serious issue with someone, anonymous comments are not the way to deal with it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that LJ is not the way to deal with it. Sack up and put your name to what you write, or do what's best for everyone and stop reading things that you know are going to upset and anger you.

Anyhow! That's that then.
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I am having a good week, and productivity is unusually high. I am getting work done, and I'm about 8 inches into my lacy scarf, which I've only been working on since Sunday; on Monday night I made a borscht which, if I do say to myself, was delicious, and last night [livejournal.com profile] class_worrier made an absolutely FABULOUS tofu noodle soup thing that I would like to eat forever, and which we both agreed is the most grown-up thing that has ever been made in our household. I am making progress towards my Pop Vultures debut, and in just over an hour I am having a high-powered journalistic luncheon with [livejournal.com profile] circumlocute, where we will be conducting SERIOUS BUSINESS and not just having a gossip. Yes. Even the fact that the spending review that may well make me redundant is coming out today, and I woke myself up at 4am by punching myself in the eye, I am feeling good.

So anyway! ANONYMOUS COMMENTS WEDNESDAY. IP logging is off, as ever. Tell me things! Play nice, though.
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Has anyone uploaded photos to Facebook recently? Have they changed their super-easy uploading interface? I had to upload a load of pictures the other night and could only do so in blocks of five, which was enraging and took ages. Could this be something to do with my computer, or my network connection, or is it Facebook?
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There is a GORGEOUS double-rainbow outside my office window right now.

Tech angst

Oct. 29th, 2007 10:40 am
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So MOSTLY it was a good weekend.

However, at some point on Saturday evening, my external hard drive stopped working. A couple of months back I, erm, may have dropped it on a wooden floor. You know, a bit. Since then, it'd been making a slightly concerning chunk-a-chunk-a-chunk-a noise on start-up, but it had always started working eventually - not so on Saturday night, when both my and [livejournal.com profile] class_worrier's computers were unable to detect it. This morning I took it to PC World, who said that it is in fact irretrievably fvcked (those may not have been their exact words), and that the only way that I could salvage the data on it would be if I sent it away to a magician who could take it all apart and remove all the files with minuscule tweezers, at the cost of £700. Which, no.

It's not a COMPLETE disaster, as most of the stuff on there (PhD, novels, etc.) is also stored on my laptop and therefore safe. However, there is also 60gb of music that is not stored anywhere else, because my computer was like "fvck that, too much!". ARGH. This includes YEARS' worth of legal and illegal downloads, iTunes tracks, various things that people have sent me, copies of albums that I later got rid of in various moves because I'd ripped them to mp3, and, most traumatic of all, mp3s made from tapes that I got in markets in places like Kyrgyzstan, Azerbaijan, Sudan and Albania, and are therefore utterly irreplaceable. ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH.

Still, all is not (completely) lost. Significant parts of that 60gb came directly from [livejournal.com profile] class_worrier's computer, and can be replaced that way. SOME of it's backed up on mp3 CDs (...I think); and there's also Soulseek. And also, perhaps most promisingly, about 35gb is on my iPod, including most of the stuff that would be hardest (or impossible) to replace. The question is, how do I get it off my iPod and onto my iTunes? This is something that I am very, very wary of trying myself, given that I have managed to wipe my entire iPod more than once, and if I did that again now it would be disastrous. HELP ME INTERBETS. How do I do this? It is possible, right?
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While watching Life on Earth last night:

[livejournal.com profile] class_worrier: Wasps are evil.
[livejournal.com profile] yiskah: I know. But I appreciate their aesthetic.
[livejournal.com profile] class_worrier: Like a Nazi uniform?
[livejournal.com profile] yiskah: What did you say?
[livejournal.com profile] class_worrier: I said, 'like a Nazi uniform'.
[livejournal.com profile] yiskah: Oh! I thought you said 'like a Nazi unicorn'.
[livejournal.com profile] class_worrier: No wonder you paused for so long.


In other news, it has come to my attention that some of you ([livejournal.com profile] uniquefergus) are woefully ignorant about a land that is close to my heart: the magical land of SUDAN. I have chosen to repond to this ignorance in the traditional manner: with the aid of an LJ poll. Answers will be given tomorrow (to give you Americans a chance to answer); NO GOOGLING AND NO OTHERWISE CHEATING, don't think you'll get away with it because I WILL KNOW.

There may be a prize for the winner. Or there may just be the edification of knowing oneself to be well-informed. I haven't decided yet.

[Poll #1057699]
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FINISHED DRAFT ONE OF THE NOVEL LAST NIGHT, technically around 3 this morning but I think it counts as an extension of yesterday so therefore I MADE MY END OF JUNE DEADLINE! Hurrah for arbitrarily self-imposed time limits! It's around 87,000 words; I'm half-convinced that much of it is bollocks, and it certainly needs a lot of fleshing out in the second draft (for research reasons), but the story is down and I'm fairly happy that I will know what to do with it when it comes to rewrites, and perhaps most importantly I can put it down for the next two to three months and concentrate on the PhD (which starts tomorrow. I am celebrating Draft 1 by taking today off and...erm, packing up my room. My life is a constant round of joy and excitement!).

ALso, I have done something painful to my foot in yet another toe-stubbing incident. It seemed fine at the time (once I had checked that my toes were not in fact scattered all over the kitchen floor), but then I was awoken this morning by the pain. Dear self: please work out where your body ends, and stop bashing bits of it into other things.

Oh and...

Jun. 30th, 2007 05:15 pm
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So you know that car bomb in Piccadilly on Thursday night? I only found out about it through my parents texting me from Australia, asking me if I was anywhere near it (I wasn't, though it was RIGHT OUTSIDE my friend Leda's work).

Actual text from my mum this morning:

"Glad you're going to bomb-free Glasgow!"

Erm, oh dear.
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[livejournal.com profile] chiller just went to the corner shop for toilet paper, and racing down the hallway to let her in, I caught my little toe on the metal cat carrier on the hallway floor. WHY is it that toe-related injuries are always so agonising? There was yelping and whimpering and I haven't been able to bring myself to look at the toe in question for fear of seeing toenail destruction. Aaaaaooooooowwwwwww.

In the immediate post-injury heat, I told [livejournal.com profile] chiller that I could taste blood in my mouth. Apparently, this is the taste of adrenaline. Who knew?
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