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I’m not a foreigner to whinging and whining (you might have noticed), especially about the inconveniences of my location. Though where I live is not as small as say Mr Fish it’s lots smaller than where others amongst my regular readers live/work; its also about 3% of the population of my previous home.* My whinges are generally divided into three groups:
Clearly I don’t have actual parties because that would require actual tidying up, and being nice to actual people*. So I present the essential music for my virtual party.
If though I came to a party (virtual or otherwise) at your house, what should I expect to hear?
And for reference -I’m dancing.
*I’m not really that antisocial and have held sort of parties, but I, like many socially backward geeky types, get a bit stressed when people touch stuff. I prefer parties in pubs n stuff so I don’t have to worry that I might touch something I shouldn’t in someone else’s house, and so if nothing else I can talk to the strange lady^ who is in the loo of every pub I’ve ever been in.
^ Not the same strange lady.
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As I write this I’m making coffee. Despite the timecode on the post it’s about five to seven at night. Coffee is an anytime drink for me. Whereas my mother won’t even have decaffinated after 4pm, lest it keep her awake.
Sunday Stealing: The Twenty Firsts Meme
Naturally stolen weeks after everyone else.
A not remotely scientific (but wholly necessary) comparison of some chocolate. Which has revealed to me that I can’t consistantly spell comparison.
You may have noticed that I’m quite a fan of this social networking malarky. Well the virtual type anyway. (Given that my best friend and I managed a drink in February I’m clearly not so hot at the real life version.)
Despite the false friendliness of it all I do enjoy twitting and facebooking. Even if, of late, the main function of facebook for me is to compile endless lists of five things.
I don’t enjoy the “join this group to save children/whales/the planet and if you don’t you are horrid” aspect of it though. To begin with I had no problem with joining a couple of pages or applications for encouraging people to donate to saving something or other. But now my goup requests list is getting stupid. And properly fucking annoying.
Those of an easily squelchy stomach might want to either hop off now, or at least not continue reading if you have recently eaten or are about to. Those who would sign up to B’s disgust you into thin-ness plan read on…
Despite the fact that in English it is regarded as fairly tricky to get me to shut the feck up I am not linguistically blessed. I can handle attempting to get essential information from the written word from important things like “you will die if you set foot on this beach” signs, to really important things such as German ebay adverts. Anything aural or oral is beyond my capabilities. It’s not that I haven’t tried. Really I have, I envy polyglots but honestly the current results suggest the only kind of poly- I could manage is polyandry…
Belatedly, and perhaps not terribly excitingly this is my new office (note the lack of “ra” and thus entirely SFW).
