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11/21/2002 Archived Entry: “Fiffle”

For this survey you can blame hippo

Past
1) First grade teacher’s name: Mrs Wall
2) Last word you said: them
3) Last song you sang: Pyrotechnician
4) Last person you hugged: Jasmine
6) Last time you said ‘I love you’: Yesterday
7) Last time you cried: A couple of weeks back, I think.

Present:
8) What’s in your cd player: Nothing at the moment, although the Sultans of Ping CD is in my Portable one.
9) What colour socks are you wearing: None!
10) What’s under your bed: The first processor board my dad designed, and some other bits like that. A bunch of gramaphone records, shoes and a Xebec Video Mastertape.
11) What time did you wake up today: 5:30am
12) Current taste: coffee
13) Current hair: ponytail, loose it gets to somewhere below my shoulderblades
14) Current clothes: grey leggings, white ‘synopsis’ teeshirt.
15) Current annoyance: not having something to edit video on handy
16) Current longing: Aisling’s presence.
17) Current desktop picture: One of the Windomaker ones
18) Current worry: My dad, when Aisling will get a job.
19) Current hate: CD Duplicating
20) Story behind your LJ username: Err, lack of imagination.
21) Current favorite article of clothing: My newish black teeshirt with the funky purple drawing on it.
22) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: Generally? Personality.
23) Last cd that you bought: Christy Moore
24) Favorite place to be: Ireland
25) Least favorite place: Meh, erm, in bed, ill.
26) Time you wake up in the morning: 8ish, naturally.
27) If you could play any instrument, what would it be: Piano (and I used to, and will again)
28) Favorite color: Blue.
29) Do you believe in an afterlife?: Nope
30) How tall are you?: 5’6″ ish.
31) Current favourite word/saying: Alabaster
32) Favorite book: Elephants Don’t Sit On Cars.
33) Favorite season: Spring
34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: Me, about 15 years ago.
35) Favorite day: Days don’t really affect me anymore, apart from sunday which is a pain in the arse

Future:
36) Where do you want to go: Ireland (again), Norway, Scotland (again), Sri-Lanka, Japan, America, Australia.
37) What is your career going to be: Whatever it turns out to be.
38) How many kids do you want: One, maybe. Depends on my mood.
39) What kind of car will you have: Morris Minor

Random
40) Type a line you remember from any book: “There seemed to be a dead bird stuck up the exhaust” (although I know that’s not exactly what the quote was)
41) A random lyric: Everybody knows I love you
42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: wooden pigs, BNFL fluffie, iPaq, phone, bike speedo.
43) What’s up: Doc.

So, that’s that.

And in other news, I bought Flashback on DVD, They Live on Laserdisc (so I bloody better fix the laserdisc player!)……

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And incidentally, I know that “Personality” isn’t a physical feature

Posted by Kate E @ 11/21/2002 05:22 PM GMT

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10/13/2002 Archived Entry: “They suffocate at night”

I forgot to say. I practiced the piano a bit (played Song of India for a bit, and did scales and stuff). I was amazed to find that there was the merest hint of me still being able to play the piano. Although my wrists and back hurt after about an hour.

But yeah, was good. Although my dad’s piano is somewhere beyond hideoulsy out of tune. I didn’t check mine….

…I also checked my TV still works (it does, apart from 3 phosphors…) my video works, (I was going to bin one of mine (namely the Panasonic-needs-regular-cleaning-and-long-play-doesn’t-work one) but realised that some tapes, containing stuff I want to save, need it – unless anyone’s got a copy of the Alan Bleasdale Presents…. films from Channel 4), discovered that I was a bit excessive in my binning of tapes – I’ve got rid of some I’d not moved onto MP3. Bah.

Saint Saens, incidentally, is fantastic.

Yes.

Incidentally 2, my CD player is crap and I need new speakers. Oh and I need to finish fixing my amp. Grr.

Perhaps I should have a go at the Natural Sound amp. Hrm.

Annnyway. Yeah. So. Binned piles of stuff. Reams and reams of paper. All of it complete shit which I would have ended up keeping for the rest of eternity and it’s only real use was bonfire lighting or papier mache making. So that’s all out in the recycling bin now. Not of course the one in Newbury, because Newbury’s recycling scheme only takes very specific waste. As in none.

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10/13/2002 Archived Entry: “I come from another planet baby”

So I went to my parents for the weekend. *sigh*. It feels like my dad is just giving up. I hope I’m wrong. I hope it’s the chemo making him tired, but he does just seem to be quietly fading away.

I dunno.

So. Yeah. That was that. Then I drove back through hideous weather, which is I suspect why I’m so tired at the moment – it was hacking down in the sort of 200meter visability kind of way. Which was really pleasant. And my windscreen wipers were just going “you’re taking the piss aintcha?”.

Then I got back to Brizzle and had some tosser in a Ford E-scrote try and write his car off on the front of mine. Yuh, going from the right hand lane and turning *left* at a set of lights is *really wise*. In the pissing rain. Yeah. ‘cos Morris Minors are *reknown* for their excellent brakes (well, mine has insane brakes, but that’s me). Anyway. So.

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10/12/2002 Archived Entry: “No one knew the way, to the bright side”

Bah.

So works been going okay. I still fear the result of them finding out about me before they know me. Once they know me, hopefully it’ll be okay. Maybe.

Anyway. Just thought I should say, just finished my first shift. Not too busy, but I’m moderately tired. Not as tired as I expected to be. But quite tired.

It also chose to piss down today, so Rachel gave me a lift back….muh.

So yes. Oh, yes, listening to “Best of Saint-Saens” – specifically the Finale of “Les carnival de animaux” always makes me wish my hands were less fucked. Because then I might have some hope of playing again. And learning to play it.

Bah.

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10/08/2002 Archived Entry: “And I quite like you, you are my ice cream”

So. Been doing more training. Got a new phone. Hrm.

Oh yes, the weird conversation. So I’m sat there doing battle with the Nokia (yeah, yeah, I know, but it was cheap) – attempting to work out how to use it….and this woman sits down next to me. A few seconds later I realise that she’s speaking….to me. And she’s telling me all about her various ailments. And her teeth. And I’m making appropriate sympathetic noises (and hoping that she’ll stop so I can actually finish trying to persuade the phone to send a message – something which it turned out I needed more knowledge to do – I had to make a call first…).

And she’s still talking, then she asks if I go to the college. I say “no, I’m working in the hosptial”, but I seem to be surplus to the conversation, because she’s actually ignoring me….

…after about 10 minutes I managed to say my goodbyes….but anyway, from this I glean that I apparently look 18, which is not so bad.

Yeah. So.

Oh, an incidentally, in case she thinks I’ve forgotten her, Hey Amy – hope things are going well with you – oh and was it you who tried to ring me a couple of weekends ago?

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10/07/2002 Archived Entry: “I’m not waiting for the telephone”

Moomin Test

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09/24/2002 Archived Entry: “I cross the street and I quicken my pace”

So. I wanted to get some[1] photos put onto CD. My ireland ones. Because, basically, I can’t be arsed to scan them all. The ScanWise sofware on the Mac is lovely and powerful, but also incredibly irritating (I can’t persuade it to default to saving to a particular format, and after each preview it forgets which directory you’re saving in). The RiscPC has the CanoScan 300 which has helpfully semi-died and it turns out never produced partcularly good scans. Bah.

So I thought, “Ah ha, I’ll go and ask them to do a photos on CD thing, I saw that in Ireland and it wasn’t terribly expensive”. Indeed, in Ireland it worked out at 100 photos for 12 uk quid. I’ve now discovered there are 2 shops in Bristol that do it (I thought it was one, but it’s actually two, just remembered the first place wanted 20 quid, so I put them out of my head).

Anyway, it would actually work out 30 quid cheaper – if I could get the same deal on flights – to fly to Ireland and get them put on CD in the shop in Dublin. In *DUBLIN*, that it would for me to get it done here.

Insane. Completely insane.

[1]About 200, actually.

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So… come. COME to dublin!

*breaks into Aphex Twin* Come to dublin, come to dublin, come to dublin. COME TO DUBLIN!

Posted by Aoife @ 09/25/2002 12:51 AM GMT

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09/22/2002 Archived Entry: “Waiter, there’s a feminizing chemical in my soup”

I’ve changed. Wow.

1994 | 1995 | 1996 | 1999 | 2000 | 2001 | 2002

HRT really works :-)

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and there was you making noises at me for comparing that photo from last year to one you took, hrmph!

Posted by Aisling the unbelieveable @ 09/23/2002 10:33 AM GMT

Na-na-na-naaaa-naaa, Kate looks like her mum!

Posted by Jas @ 09/22/2002 09:35 PM GMT

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09/22/2002 Archived Entry: “Faking my way through the land of the living, into the sun and the sand that is sinking”

You can tell when I’m stressed can’t you. The frequency of diary entries goes up quite dramatically. Might be an interesting graph to plot that….

Currently I feel like hell – I spent half the day in bed asleep – which is bad – because I get dehydrated and then get a headache, and then when I finally *do* get up I feel like hell. Hence…. Anyway, serves me right for not getting up until 2pm.

I’m feeling the urge to do the design for the upcoming site properly. Dunno how yet. Probably – while I’m at home I’m going to have a fair bit of time on my hands and no internet connection to sap my time. I mean, a few days ago I was happy to do it as basically a rip-off of the new Regolith site – being a sponsored by Regolith mini-site, but I don’t feel that’d be doing it justice now. So, lots of time I suspect spent learning CSS coming. Bah.

Never mind.

Anyway, what prompted this? Well, Amys site has the funky new look – which is really hopeless for actually *reading*, but looks incredibly pretty. And then I saw Metaphobia – and I guess I thought, “Hrm, this CSS stuff is dead powerful, I wonder what I could do with it”. It probably also comes from me being very stressed. I tend to be more creative the more stressed I am. Which is a shame really, because it means all my best stuff is done when I can barely cope with existence – and then when it all calms down I can’t find the enthusiasm to do anything.

Or indeed actually have any creative urges.

Bah.

So, anyway.

That wasn’t going to be what I was going to write about. But I can’t remember what I was intending to write about. Oh yes, Trabants. Current obsession.

So, yes, while I was in Ireland I found this Trabant – as has been previously mentioned. But now…now, well, anyway. So I looked at this trabant in a field and I went “Oh wow cool, it’s a trabant! In Ireland! Wow!”[1] and took a picture (which was unfortunately the first one on the roll and didn’t come out) – and went on my merry way. Unfortunately, having got far enough away from the Trabant, and not wanting to appear overly weird to Aoife and Aisling I, well, didn’t actually go and have a proper look at it.

Why I was worried that they might think I was wierd – I mean, it’s fairly bloody obvious that I’m weird! Anyway, so, I didn’t look at it. And now, because I need something to direct my stress into I’m obsessed with trabants. I mean, I really want one. I’ve always wanted one tbh, and realising that they’re cheap, there’s one which is calling to me, I want to go to ireland again annnyway. You see, all sorts of reasons for me to save this particular example of Trabantiness.

It’s blue, incidentally. Glacier Blue is I think the colour. Not that it really matters, I mean they only came in four colours!

So. Yes. Anyway. I’ve run out of thought. So I’m gonna stop now.

[1]Okay, so I might have said wow a few more times, and commented on it being a trabant, and it’d be cool to have it. But no more than that. I’m sure. Ish.

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Shush you! I only said I was *trying*

And I couldn’t possibly have talked about it for days, I was only there for another day or two.

Posted by Kate E @ 09/23/2002 11:24 AM GMT

erm, you were trying not to seem too weird about the Trabant?? You taked about it for days!

Posted by Aisling the beleaguered @ 09/23/2002 10:35 AM GMT

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09/22/2002 Archived Entry: “Jesus this is hideous HTML”

Book Worm Meter for Kate

Shut In 71% . . 29% Out Of The House Intellectual 95% . . 5% Moron High Attention Span 95% . . 5% Low Attention Span Bookitude 96% . . 4% Book Burner Book Worm 89.25% . . 10.75% Bug Stomper

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