The arsehole’s back in town


So, it appears my neighbour is back to “I can come in your garden whenever I please”. I woke up this morning to find that he’s taken down the fence, it’s not his builders which was irritating; no, it’s *him*. I look out the window from my kitchen and I see fucking *him*.

I think I’m going to have to move. Which is distressing, it’s taken us 6 months to get this house to something like a home, and now to think about moving and him fucking winning, but I just don’t have the resources to fight him right now.

Soulwax ‘n’ pills

So, there’s this CD in the shops called “Too Many DJs Vol 2”. I was aware that this was one of a series of lots of CDs, but I also knew you couldn’t buy them; I didn’t even think it was possible to download them (having had a bit of a look around) – but today I found a whole bunch of them up for download.

And I must share with you that 2 Many DJs are incredibly cool. Just so cool.

I must have them all! ALL! Do you understand me?!

The only problem with this is it’s very hard to leave the computer with these files coming down….and each one arrives and I want to hear it, and they’re arriving just faster than the time it takes to play them…..

In other news, my GP’s surgery have fucked up, so I get to run out of tablets on Monday; hopefully the prescription will be there by Monday – in which case it shouldn’t be too disasterous, merely difficult.

Packed full of green badness

I have clearly caught some revolting child-related lurgee ;-)

I’ve managed to pick up a cough, a cold and a sore throat. I don’t feel *really* lousy yet, but I can tell it’s working on it, and some of the stuff coming out of me is *revolting*. Is that too much information?

Anyway, last night I finished [I hope] the next in the Issigonis Eggs videos. This one however is, uh, a bit big. It’s 23 minutes long, as it stands, and you won’t believe how much stuff I cut and ditched. Anyway, it’s being uploaded for checking by my co-conspiritor and main presenter; if it’s passed then it’ll move onto the ‘published’ phase of existence.

America….it just scares me.


– You have a president who you know took power despite losing
– You have a president who has repeatedly lied to the people
– You have a president who is reactionary and has alienated the entire rest of the world from your country
– You have a president who is a fundamentalist christian, who wishes to inflict his beliefs on the rest of the world
– You have a president who has run the economy completely into the ground, with a staggering budget defecit and phenominal unemployment rates
– You have a chance to be rid of the man

It appears, as things stand, that America as a whole has done something I feared; I feared it quite simply because I rather like the idea of humans surviving on this planet. And what has America, as a whole, done? It appears at the moment, that you’ve re-elected the lying, cheating, unpleasant little individual and his bunch of cronies for another 4 years of planet and culture destruction.

Why? How can you trust him?

I’ve never been that bothered about American elections before, and I’m amazed at how distressing I find the fact that the American people have actually chosen to elect him. Fundamentalist Christianity is imho, no better than any other fundamentalist religion. I am saddened that America believes it is.

This better be good….

I made an appointment for uh, councelling today.

I kinda always presumed that I could cope with whatever life throws at me, and to an extent, I think I can. But I think if I’m going to deal successfully with my dad’s deteriorating condtition (it’s so hard to be scared, because he’s been so ill so many times. And each time it suddenly strikes me that this could be it and then I get scared….), the whole ‘kid thing’, and the various other issues I’ve got in my history; well; maybe someone to talk to would be good.

So. Yes. I’m incredibly nervous about it, I’ve never had councelling before – although I did look at it when my dad was diagnosed. So, well, yeah, we’ll see. Hey guys, I’m in therapy ;-)

Still, maybe this counts as taking care of myself, something my friends repeatedly tell me I don’t do enough of.

Anyway, I should get back to working.

So if you don’t know…

I can’t have kids. It’s just the way it is. I can’t, probably never could, have known for a few years that I can’t have kids. Partially my own choice to move from “unlikely” to “never going to happen”; but the choice was “health problems” or “kids”, and health problems won.

I’ve just spent the past 4 days with kids.

4 days.

I can’t deal with it, as Nikki discovered when I rang her in tears from outdside where I was meant to be. I’ve got to spend another 14 weeks doing this. I can’t cope. I have to talk to my mentor and say “this is not possible, I can’t deal with it”.

Another great big oops

As a student nurse, I’m utterly paranoid when I’m doing drug rounds that I’ll give someone the wrong drug. Hell, I expect I’ll be the same as a trained nurse…. so I don’t fail to see the irony in the fact that for the last 2-3 days I’ve been taking the wrong tablets. I can’t remember which day it was, but I remember waking up, attempting to extract a tablet from the little foil blister pack, discovering it was empty, fishing about in the bedside cupboard and pulling out a new blister pack of tablets….

…Unfortunately, either in my dozy state, or through complete idiocy I pulled out the wrong ones. So; for 2-3 days I’d been taking the wrong tablets. Or more accurately twice the dose of one tablet and none-at-all of the other one. This may account for my moodyness, tiredness, and general oddness over the last few days.

Of course, switching back is also fun, my body’s always been very sensitive to my tablets and uh, this has not gone unnoticed. It wasn’t even as though I was checking when I noticed…. I just took one, went to take the other one and thought “hey, haven’t I taken that already….”. Duh.

Still, hopefully things’ll be back to normal in Kate world soon (sounds like some sort of Barbie-esque competitor. Kate world. Or maybe a new magazine for pre-teens. Worrying….).

So. In my work avoidance I’ve been doing some video stuff; this stuff has probably got an even narrower audience than my normal videos; it’s vaguely educational. Or uh, informative. I’m also trying to use less of the popular / famous / well known / likely to sue me for money stuff in the soundtracks to the videos. So if you know of any unsigned bands…. Mind you, in my uninspired, tired state last night it was all I did was stick some bits one after another. It really needs uh, redoing. ‘cos it sucks at the moment :-)

Anyway, that’s enough from me. Oh, I’ve hurt my shoulder god-knows-how. One minute it was fine, the next I’m in quite-a-lot-of-pain. It’s sort of okay at the moment; if I don’t move it too much or look to my right. I think I may have done it while out jogging, but…. and for reasons which escape me I’m also phenominally tired. Oh, that’s probably still the tablet thing :-/

Oh, that’ll do. I’m knackered now…..

Incidentally, I recommend listening to coverville, which is a podcast thing, and it’s very cool.

Ah, for the sake of 5 minutes

If I leave at 5 minutes to 8 then I get to uni in 10 minutes. If I leave, as I did today at 8.00 then I get to uni in 50 minutes or so. So, instead of me having over an hour to kill, I have rather less. And since the lecture’s on the other side of the campus less still.

What can you do with 15 minutes?