May. 19th, 2017 03:17 pm
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Not much going on... Work's fine. Weather's lovely (when it's not raining). I'm just up to the usual: reading, watching TV, making dinner, housework. Nothing to report in my life *shrugs*
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I started using LJ when I was in university. Back then, I posted regularly (so long as it was a term-time weekday, since at home we were mired in the Dark Ages of dial-up). I haven't checked but I'd say it was usually every day. And since I went on to complete a Master's and a PhD, that pattern continued for a while.

Then I left.

And the postings dried up.

Now a bit of that is down to the internet situation at home. We're a slow-adapting household; as far as I recall, we were still using dial-up when I left uni in 2007. So I fell out of the habit of logging in on a regular basis. But the big reasons for the posting drought?

The loss of shared context. And confidentiality.

The latter is pretty obvious - or should be, given all the social media scandals. The former... lemme explain.

Education up to a certain age is compulsory throughout Western Europe and North America. Everybody growing up in those societies, therefore, has been to school at some point. So I could moan about my tutors etc. and be confident that most of you could nod your head sagely and say, "Yeah, I know the drill."

But once you leave the education system and enter gainful employment, that shared context disappears. Bar portrayals on TV or film, I have no freaking clue about the workaday lives of accountants - nurses - warehouse managers - IT technicians - police officers - lorry drivers - civil engineers - insurance staff - stockbrokers - fashion designers - dental receptionists - charity campaigners - town councillors - refuse collectors - fishing crews. And what the hell is a Special Advisor when it's at home?

But work takes over from education as the central day-to-day activity of your life. So if I were to write about my day... well, I'd have to spend some time setting up the context. I would have to explain about ICOS and FTR and what 'pulling the court' means. It's boring and long-winded and likely to end up in TL;DR territory. (Yes, I am aware that this entry is falling into that category too.)


I guess I'm old-fashioned in wanting/expecting my posts to be about my day-to-day life. 'Blogging' seems now to be about passing around quotations, stories, memes, photographs and pictures which originate with other people, not ourselves. Or it's an editorial column, made up of our musings on the topics which interest us. Or it's a reviews column on our chosen form of entertainment, from books to barbells, hardware to handicrafts, singing to sex toys. Or it can be an advertising hoarding for whatever it is we want to promote to the public.

Please note, none of these are meant as criticisms or as a in-the-good-ole-days moan. I'm only observing that social media has shifted away from the "on-line diary" idea that I 'grew up' with, and that I haven't shifted with it. I don't subscribe to Reddit or BuzzFeed or wherever else people get their "Share" links from, and besides, I tend to consume stuff like that and move on rather than telling others about it. I don't write editorials because I know I'm a poor arguer and am not prepared to handle any shitstorm that might result, even if it only fits in a teacup. I could do reviews, I suppose... but do I really read/view enough to justify it? I haven't been to the cinema in years and my TV watching falls into the territory of whatever-will-keep-everyone-vaguely-interested-and-or-entertained-but-not-necessarily-inspire-enthusiasm.


Lack of shared context is also why I'm crap at phone calls. I can't see what the person on the other end of the line is doing/experiencing, so I can't offer any comments on the same to gee the talking along. Once we're done with the obvious hi-how-are-you-this-is-the-news-where-I-am, I run out of conversational steam.

This inability to generate conversation is screwing up my chances with on-line dating too. My opening messages are banal to the point of pointlessness. Ugh.
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First aid training makes me ver' ver' sleepy.

Don't you just hate it when a storyline you've been playing with runs off into depressing territory and you can't get it back? Do Not Want, brain.

I caught the tail end of Mary Poppins last night, and if Karen Hallion hadn't convinced me already, the movie itself is proof that Mary Poppins is a Time Lord. "I never explain anything", indeed. XD

We are painting the dining room in a colour I chose! Yay!

[ profile] jellostar! Currently watching 5ive's video for "Keep On Moving"! So many good memories to that song... :)
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I have been in a holiday mood all week. I've been dandering through my work with a pleasant sense of laziness, like some part of me keeps expecting to go home on half-day (even though I know I'm not). I'm putting it down to the weather. It's been dry and mild, and with the longer evenings, the days feel brighter, more full of sunlight. I've also been playing fetch with Lottie and it's hard to feel down once you see her chasing after a ball, tail straight up, mouth open in a big doggie grin, taking great flying leaps from lawn to driveway and back again. :)
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
... Not sure why I'm on here as I am about to go to bed and have nothing of interest to report. Oh well. May you all have a peaceful night's sleep and some spectacularly weird dreams with which to entertain your subconscious mind. :D
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In 2013, I...

- turned 33.

- asked a lot of mysterious and random questions of my LiveJournal friends, as I fact-checked elements of a story.

- got slooooowly back in touch with Ruth, Lesley and LJ, my old university friends, in an attempt to make human contact outside of work.

- discovered the time-wasting potential of

- ... and via the above, discovered the joys of mash-up fan art by Amy Mebberson, Karen Hallion and Hyung86.

- spent more money than I ought to in The Works.

- realised that I need to put a time limit on how long I write, because spending too long leaves me grumpy and depressed. On that basis, I made a deal with Mum to stop her nagging me about writing, but she has recently started again...

- tidied my wardrobe (well, most of it).

- went on holiday to Jersey and learned that four-star hotel menus are not all that.

- got new bosses at work and watched an already-bad situation get worse, ugh.

- and as a result of the above, got more and more cynical and sharp-tongued.

- got rid of the task of clerking the Coleraine family courts!... then got it back again, thanks to said new bosses >.<

- got obsessed with paint colour names and colouring-in books.

- read a lot (but then, I do that every year).

- re-started using my local library, although most of the time I borrow books with absolutely no intention of reading them. *guilty look*

- bought a re-useable calendar of "calming thoughts" and promptly started to disagree with them.

- watched Strictly Come Dancing for the first time and loved it. My only quibble is that it's on too early in the evening, which leaves you scrabbling to find something to watch from 8 o'clock on...

- watched "The Day of the Doctor" on 23 November and fell in love with Doctor Who again (I had drifted away from the show following a... family incident which had been started by this episode).

- started listening to my pop and rock CDs again, after several years of only playing instrumental and classical music. I blame the pop radio station which my workmates tune into (and which I can't stand).

- applied for two new jobs and a transfer... didn't get any of them.

- got a bonus woohoo!

- gave up on taking packed lunches to work.

- did NOT join any dating websites... but thought about it. A lot.

- made a necklace.

- bought the same style of shoes as I had last year.

- wrote in pink.

- FINALLY got a passport. And still haven't used it.

- err, downloaded spyware like an idiot >.< Luckily in the middle of doing so, I mentioned what I was doing to my brother, so he got straight on to removing it.

- wrote this list.
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Sooo the Duchess of Cambridge has had a baby boy... I'm kinda disappointed, I wanted a girl! ^.-
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It is ver' ver' warm, and I am ver' ver' sick, a stupid cold/flu type thing: stuffed nose, sore throat, heavy head, stiff joints, no energy ugh. This is not how you want to feel when the sun is splitting the stones.
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Happy Independence Day to all the Americans on my f-list. And for everybody else, happy random Thursday :)
rhondacrockett: (The fourth wall... it broked)
Sitting listening to a debate about which vet to take Lottie to and who will take her and what story we tell (Sharon is paranoid about... something, I don't know, but apparently it means that she can't be the one who takes the dog ugh) and thinking that I should really poke my nose in and prove that, yes, I am alive...

So, yeah, hi.
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Happy New Year, folks! Hope that the start of 2013 finds you all well. I was hoping to leave a happy Christmas message here back on the 25th, but my brothers were hogging the bandwidth, trying to set up streaming from a security camera they'd bought for Dad, so connection for anything else was unreliable. But I hope that everybody enjoyed their holidays.

Spent Christmas Day reading a certain little tome by the name of Spookygirl :D


Dec. 8th, 2012 02:06 pm
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Sorry I know you guys can't see this, but there's a FOX out in our neighbour's field, in broad freaking daylight, just wandering about, having a sniff :DD There are a handful of cattle in the field; they're just grazing on, foxes don't worry them. I suspect it may be after their dung; I know dogs will eat calf- and cow-dung, foxes probably do too.

2 o'clock in the afternoon. Brilliant.
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Just a post to say, "Hi, and no, I'm not dead." But I do have a horrible throaty cough/catarrh/blocked nose/losing-my-voice thing going on *sniffles* so I haven't been up to anything very fun recently. Oh well.
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There is a vast grey-bottomed cloud covering about half the sky out of my window. On the far side of it, a wide cone of shining white cloud reaches down to the horizon. Shimmering inside the cone is a big fragment of rainbow. The rest of the sky is clear and blue. Even if I knew where my camera was, I doubt that it would be able to capture the shifting of the light, the vibrance of the rainbow fragment and its protective cone beyond the stormy cloud-mass coming overhead. You'll have to take my word for it that it's awesome-looking.
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So, while avoiding the shouting match between Dad and Sharon over the Gyp issue (see last entry), I took a nosey through some old notebooks. Originally they had been used for revision notes for my GCSEs (standard exams taken at age 15/16), but once the exams were over, I had scrapped the notes and used the remaining blank pages to write blurbs for story ideas that had been boiling in my head since I was about ten or eleven.

Reading over the "Books I Want to Write" now is hilarious. Certain themes pop up again and again; my younger self had an slight obsession with slavery, prostitutes(!), and unsustainable future dystopias (one of them involves a society which has "outlawed all forms of pleasure" *rolls eyes*). There are plagues and repressive cults and psychic "chosen ones", a smattering of dragons and vampires, several nuclear wars and unlikely environmental disasters. Most of the stories are firmly in sci-fi/fantasy/thriller territory, but there are a few "real-life"/general fiction tales, including a Jackie Collins rip-off called The Stud Farm. *cringe*

I will never write these books now: the concepts are poorly thought-through, the characters overwrought, the plotlines left annoyingly vague. I don't have enough time left anyway - there are sixty-seven blurbs, and some of those are general sum-ups of a series, length unspecified. Kalynder Girls is supposed to be twelve books, and I'm still slogging through the first one - which is the only one that I have a clear plot for.

But then I look at just how much stuff my imagination was churning out back then and I'm kinda envious. Read more... )

Ugh, I started writing this hoping to give you all a laugh at the ridiculous hyperbole of my younger self. Didn't mean to degenerate into this cynical and self-defeating crap. Sticking it behind a cut; if you only want the laugh, stick with what you see :)
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
Had a dream in which I sneaked out of the house before anyone else was awake, drove my car to some town, went to a carpark and promptly stole another car, drove it around to another carpark, at some point was in a forest where a festival was going on, families wandering about with picnics, got chased by a cult, found a shopping mall I hadn't known existed, did a bit of shoplifting and came back out to my stolen car, at which point my mum and sister arrived in their car, and my sister slapped me in the face for running away.

...I envy my dream-self; she gets to have all the fun.


Jul. 12th, 2012 11:25 pm
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I sit at a computer all day at work and have no trouble staying alert. But when I have a day at home and sit down to write at my own computer, my eyes quickly get tired and bleary, and I just want to get into bed and go to sleep. What's going on?
rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
I am not dead - there's just nothing blog-worthy going on in my life. I go to work, I come home, watch some TV, read, do some shopping, a bit of writing, I listen to the radio, go to bed... yeah. I thought I'd better post something in 2012, in case people started to wonder...


Nov. 16th, 2011 04:55 pm
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*sniffles noisily* I am ver' ver' sick. I'm dying with the cold. My sinuses were on fire last night and my whole face ached: my head, my eyes, my teeth - even my cheekbones ached. Seriously, my cheekbones. Whoever heard of having pain in your cheekbones? Stayed home from work today, and just feeling grotty and grubby and all-around miserable.


And Christmas is coming, and I have no idea what I'm going to get anybody and I have no idea what I want anybody to get for me :(
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I baked a cake!

...A very thin, flat cake. Well, that explains why they wanted me to make three of the blighters, to layer them into one decent-sized cake.

And because I didn't start making this cake until 8 o'clock, I'm not tired enough to go to bed.


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