appy birfday to you
squashed tomatoes and poo
bread and butter in the gutter
appy birfday tooooo youuuuuu!

sjl_fmw.

in are owse left by Tobers has been filled. As she (name TBD)is a rescue puppie /sadstory I expect much mountaineering and wading out to sea with one of those funny float things.

She is black and labrador/retriever/goodness knows what.
I'm not massively fond of puppies, like babies they are high maintainance and pee on me, but she is cute as far as these things go.

She comes from Wales (evil dog owner spit spit) via Dorset, so it has been a long day. Kids don't know, much squee will ensue, cats are....'dubious' Siku is sulky/unhappy about her tail being nibbled, chaos has been restored to a house that was getting far too quiet.

So I had half of my stitches taken out, by the hamfisted bungler or nurse Duffy as her mucky name plate proclaimed after gouging my arm (once I pointed out the knot) managed to snag only half the stitch, ffs it was *almost* continuous a little knot in the middle and one at either end I also had to point out the one in the middle before she got to pullin! Christus. So 'wait until you see an end peep up and go to the nurse at your doctors to have it taken out' was the advice. I think I'll do it myself thanks, in fact, I wish I had done it myself in the first place because my scalpel/tweezer skillz are better than hers.
Mr Khan I guess was the chap I saw, not that names were exchanged,nothing as old fashioned as that, heavens no! I'd overheard him say to the nursey lady there were only admittance notes in the file, so you know, names might have been pishing it a bit *le sigh*

He asked if I could move my fingers and said of the patch of numbness 'it happens' no explanation as to why. OK being a pedant here, its obviously nerve damage, either from the op or the break itse;lf but you know, it woud be nice to have a professional fill one in, or do I want too much? then he said come back in 4 weeks. He did mumble some words in no particular context, like physio etc kind of surrealist conversation or he couldn't wait to get out of there and collect his bag of dubloons.
I asked him what I should do,( I think the audience was possibly over and I should have shuffled off gratefully. Again, not being as sophisticated as the good Mr Khan (one assumes thats who it was) in pheromonal communication I really wasn't too sure) Should I lift stuff, go mountain climbing...? I've only ever broken a finger and cracked a rib before, so you know colour me curious as to how best to get the show of me back on the road. It Prompted him (don't you hate it when you have to promt ccc's?) to say don't lift anything, come back in four weeks. I'm mighty curious as to why I should come back in four weeks unless he has a finger fetish.

So after that 4 seconds with random bloke A and then a good gouging by nurse Duffy I took myself off to the physio dept off mi own bat and had a chat with a nice perp there who gave me 'unofficial'pointers because she couldn't do it 'officially' as there was *as yet* no referral, I told her it was either that or the interwebs. Tomorrow; I'm off to the Geriatric social club that is 'The Doctors' and not the cute skinny little ginner Scot type either mores the pity. t'see if I can get referral changed to Stoke or that old woman who lives in the hut in the woods, anywhere other than Stafford *very* General hospital.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/health/8361863.stm

Article re: plastics affecting levels of testosterone. Does this mean that in years to come Youtube will have a gaping hole,where all the films of manlings twatting themselves on skateboards, teeny tiny bikes or just falling over (parkour as its called these days) should be?

Off to hospital to get stitches out in a few. I will try to persuade them that I *need* adamantium claws for my work.

Actually wron film/book tie in; we're more in Misery turf. Ewan says 'write book now!' in a bridge over river Kwai stylee, I have no choice other than to comply or watch TeeVee. Broken wrist instead of leg but close enouh.

So yeah writing is being done with help of cushion support, chocolate and codeine. In truth, wrist getting much better.

In other news; a game I was playing made me laff (not getting out much will do that for the sense of hunour gland)

random book page name pick, pick two books at random from shelf (no intawebs) pick a random page from each and then a word from each I got;

Nixon Trebuchet. Now give him/her/it a job/life so I made,
Nixon Trebuchet! arms dealer to the stars. Graduate Fi Beta put a Capa in yo ass, first class honours. No handgun too small, no price too awesome, yeah baby.

My wrist is still broken, whoda thunk it? No idea how peeps who break lots of things cope (looking at you 16)without going mad due 2 boredom. have done more than probably should have done due to no-castness, this morning/last night = regret!

This is what I had done, for those of you that might find such things interesting (not actually me, same proceedure/ metal fixing, fascinating really, alas,no claws :(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4jrLabnF7g

Today; Ishall prolly sit at bus stop and talk to strangers.

As I wrote on't 'Just Writing' I couldn't make this any longer, wierdly. I never usually have a problem with length.


Same place, same time, every year; dark of night, October 31st. She cuddles close, sits on the knee of the plinth, white, green gravel snagging tights, scuffing the leather of her thick soled boots as black as memories.
Then he comes and like a good girl she smiles, precious like salt, don’t waste it on tears, she knows what she has to do, she isn’t scared.
He holds her a while, in his fish bone arms, corded lies of flesh, and makes her swear that this is love and not a nightmare.
Secrets whisper through the marble tombs. Shades rise and turn away , shocked, they hush lace drenched child cries, centuries lost, the sadness of fox song at midnight, stolen by droning engines of the late homes, thoughtless of the shrouds they rip with petroleum anger, as they snarl past the house of the dead, where Ami sits with Daddy, like they always did.
Hugging the stone, lip ring makes hard contact, locking into the carved grooves; name, date, sad phrase, etched flowers. She kisses the cold face, like a good girl and whispers the words; makes her benediction to the dead, to Daddy; gone but never forgotten. His name written in her heart, so large there was never any room for anyone else.
‘I love you Daddy’, she says.
Blackened blue eyes, and red, pierced lips smear damnation’s blessing against the marble, blood flows from their secret place and she sends him back to hell, until next year; same time, same place, dark of night October 31st.

...Visit the 1940's. The Soup Kitchen for lunch with BJ and his sister, all very civillized, well that is until the Golden child horde descends on it. Look to your doilies granny, we're comming in. It is always 'entertaining' eating in a place that caters to a more...mature crowd. A place where you can be pretty sure you'll be able to suck anything you order through your teeth, even steak, but the cakes are good, toodles!

Own personal gripes, but only the other week, it came to media attention that a a girl child died in Yemen ( I would imagine many more didn't make the 6 o'clock) because her little body was too small to make the baby some paedo put inside her.

there is also this;

http://www.kit.nl/net/KIT_Publicaties_output/ShowFile2.aspx?e=1417


http://www.unfpa.org/swp/2005/presskit/factsheets/facts_child_marriage.htm

Kinda cultural paedophilia, so its OK, it must be OK because we haven't used our western voter power to lobby our MPs over it, who can then push our government to pushing the issue a bit more and you know just out and out having nothing to do with states that sanction child rape.

To edit and add; actually given the peeps on my flist I'm sure a lot of you do push and poke:)

Well, as I guessed when it comes to riding I have more bad habits than Amy Winehouse. I can stay in a saddle, stop and go at varying speeds BUT; technique is woeful. At least I am kind and do not swing on the reins to get my four footed chums to do what I want, I may use bribery and begging but it isn't painful, which makes me happy.
I had a 45 minute 'how bad are you?' lesson, although the instructor was the soul of diplomacy and patience, she didn't have to elaborate on 'it's not going to happen overnight'
In truth, a lot of what she said turned on little cobweb covered lightbulbs* and we made some tiny progress during the lesson. Mostly in accessing long lost, coffee stained and dustcovered files stuck in the back of mi wee brayne. Now the theory is coming back I have to try to put it into practice, same time next week! The instructor was still smiling when I left, either she has the patience of a saint or I'm going to pay for her retirement fund, or both:)





*sounds like a bizzarre sweety

I forgot to mention that I heard WoW described on R1 by a 'gaming expert' as;

'the best game evah, its like, all about killing and shopping'

Pretty much an acurate qoute. Hmm gosh, I wonder why I've never wanted to play it? But; it has brought mmorpg's to the mainstream like 'Twilight' has brought all things goth and emo to the masses, so all good really. Aion (sp?) looks similar graphically only a bit purtier and with wings, which gives me confidence I don't know about you.

was the battle cry of the day, after hillarious child juggling with only *one* car! How did I get to the place where only having one car was an issue?! I feel like I'm living in a sit com...I'm not sure that I mind.

Other than one horse/dog interface today was swift and, given a neddy with as short a stride as mi'self, quite bouncy but rather fab. Really nice peeps on the ride Hanchurch(?) woods nr Whitmore the venue for much hard exercise. Not for me, I was just clinging on for grim death:) Then lemonade, no really, just lemonade. Next time; pass out and stay over for wine as well as froth (horses, jousting, spear hunting, froth froth froth type froth) Naturally I now have a glass of plonk and am awaiting a well earned curry. I still have a steeenking cold but am pleased I managed to convince the lovely, quick and surefooted Bella that I was in charge, instead of in awe of her strength and gentleness, shhh, don't tell her.

Was busy until I had lurgy then it was horrid.
Since then I've been doing some metalwork, or more precisely trying to remember how to do metal work. I'm not good at learning skills, well I am OK at larnin, but if I can't do it perfectly immediately I get annoyed. I find brazing/soldering to be fiddly business, given the project I'm trying to work on (wire frame mask) and I cracked a piece of rose quartz due to fuckwittery, le grrr. I need to do a jewellery making course or something to re-learn what I have evidently forgotten how to do.

Also; The problem with working for one's self is never having a proper scheduled day off. Today I want a day off, I want to either write or play some online game or dig up a chunk of garden that needs tackling before its fecundity swallows the workshop, choices, choices.


Re, Online games; its been a while but I feel the need for some form of roleplayness. I have been discussing with learned collegues the merits of CoH and CoV, I think I may once again dip my toes in the superperson pool but the question is which side; gud or bad?

Today Thomas Richard Franks was born, 7lbs 6oz. He will of course grow up to win the Nobel Peace Prize for literature for his masterpiece 'Enlightenment' the book that changed the political dynamics of the western world.

Also born today;

Maisie Kate McNeal (married name Chun) who will create the radioactive waste converter.

and....oh wait a minute, we probably shouldn't be doing this should we?

Right seeing as you are Good People we'll let this stand, just this once. We know we can trust you, ever since you were little you've been Good People, most of you will stay that way. It's no big really, even those of you who become Bad People, (watch out for the 24th of June 2013 Blondie) we know where you are, where you've been and...where you're going.



* A little ill thought out rumination triggered by Mr Caddy's obits, it might grow into something one day but I can't wash the stains of Minority Report out of my brain, so probably not. Aside of the dark potential is the nice thought that for every cool perp that passes there are lots of other cool perps being born.

If you are all as sensible as I think you are, you're probably still in bed, I have been semi-conscious since about 5.30 AM (thanks son:) and am now about to deliver GC1 to a birthday party at lazer tag, who thought 10.45 on a Sunday morning was a good idea for a birthday party?!
I am particularly tired as I didn't hit the sack until about 2.20 ish, due to awkward mask. Who can save me from this terrible somnambulistic state?!....ahhh my old friend, black gold.

(sigh) No not oil bright spark, I mean coffee of course.

Four days of two coffees a day instead of about...five hundred is very tough going. I'm not sure I've actually been awake for the last three days. I'm going to have to hit Starbucks now if only to get rid of the withdrawl headache.

Poor old Veneris, she'll be missed.

There was more to this but it was too damn good to share, honest you shoulda bin there.

...Do I keep getting gay 'bear' emails? It's the most puzzlingly specific (I think?!) badly targetted spam I've had. Even the Viagra is some use, if you make it into brownies and send them to the local old people's home *cough* allegedly. But what a big gay bear and I would want to do with each other is frankly quite baffling and I imagine, embarrassing for both parties.

*and there they were, sitting in the parlour, staring at the cakes, wondering who would be mother and pour the tea...*

In other news; I fell off my bike;
'Don't look at the hole, don't look at the ho...*crump*
On the way to the dentist, who then gave me a filling *mutters* Now I have the legs of a youth again, as in I have gravel rash and a bruise on my knee :(

Avatar looks beautiful, a bit like something out of Imagine FX but hey, pretty is pretty.
Of course the irony of blue 'wemics' has made me chuckle.
I'm v interested to see how the various tech works in a storytelling stylee as in does it swamp the story or enhance it, I'm not a fan of 3D, it doesn't currently work well with the human mind so I'll be interested to see how I enjoy this one when it comes out.