rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
So. Update.

These days, I tend to access the net by tablet rather than desktop computer. Which is great for speed but awkward when you want to type something, say, an email or a blog entry. The way sites appear on tablets keeps changing and not always in a more user-friendly manner (Outlook, I'm looking at you). And trying to log off LiveJournal is an exercise in frustration as the drop down menu repeatedly refuses to open and I keep getting sent to my Recent Entries page. Hence, quietness.

I actually prefer using a desktop. A mouse and a proper keyboard are marvellous inventions. Using the desktop, however, leads to a whole day vanishing with me in my room doing... not very much as it happens, apart, perhaps, from getting a headache.

I should probably buy a laptop or lapbook or whatever they're called now but I was brought up not to 'waste' money on 'luxuries' like the latest model of gadget unless they were absolutely, totally necessary. Or unless someone else bought them for me. (Which is partially why I'm still using a pre-paid phone when everyone else in my family has switched to contract.) I am a late adopter - so late, it's a wonder I can operate in the 21st century at all.

It's annoying.

New job. Well, initially it didn't turn out to be all that new. The powers-that-be decided I should do the exact same work that I was doing, just in a different place. I was not a happy bunny but met with the usual 'business needs' bullshit. BUT. The new workplace has a greater variety and number of job posts available; three transfers came up in quick succession and third time, it seems, is the charm. I now have an actual, new, I've-never-done-this-before job. Although I suspect I got it because I was the only one who applied... but hey! New job! :D I am much happier.

Other news. I love living in the city again. I was born and raised in the country and don't get me wrong, I'm quite content there, but I love the city-life too. I love the streets, I love the bustle. I love the walking, the public transport, the sense of convenience: that you can just hop on a bus or train or walk out of the door and go somewhere. I love that sense of being surrounded by people, even if they are strangers who don't talk to you.

I still need to arrange a social life outside of work, though. It's a little too easy to come home at night and veg out with my sister in front of the TV...
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
TL; DR: I am not dead. My place of work is closing and I am stressed. Also, I don't come on the internet much, 'cos reasons.

The longer version )

I need to go; supper's ready.
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Cicisbeo (pronounced chitch-is-BAY-oh) - a married woman's male companion or lover.

This is awesome! I didn't even know there was a word for such a thing :D

(I am such a language nerd lol.)
rhondacrockett: (Weird is rad)
This Monday, I like... ironing.

I Like Monday - ironing photo ironing_zps1e7f2bdb.jpg
Image taken from the Lakeland website.

Confession: I am very lazy when it comes to housework. I only clean up the kitchen and make my bed because this is stuff that has to be done every day or it will be the end of civilisation as we know it. Anything that can be left for a while - laundry, hoovering, dusting, cleaning windows etc. - I am completely blind to. The number of times my mum has grumbled, "Did you not see that X was to do?" - no, Mum, I didn't, I was far too busy reading a book/watching TV/on the internet/indulging the fantasies in my head. I heartily dislike most household tasks too. Dusting? You have to move so many things in order to do it properly, and then you have to put them back again. Cleaning the bathroom? When you rinse out the brush, the cleaner gets washed away before it's done its job. My particular bugbear is hoovering, UGH, I cannot STAND hoovering!!!!

There is one chore, however, that I do enjoy: ironing. Maybe it's the precision of getting the seams lined up and the fabric laid out taut, which appeals to the perfectionist in me. Maybe it's the instantaneous satisfaction of seeing the creases disappear under a cloud of steam. Maybe it's the comforting heat, the soft sound of the steam or the soothing rhythm of pushing the iron back and forth. Maybe it's the knowledge that this is the very last task to be done with these clothes, the end of the laundry sequence. Maybe it's the fact that I can sit down to do it! Whatever the reason, I could spend whole evenings happily ironing away.

And my particular favourite garment of all to iron? Shirts. Yes, shirts. I flatter myself that I'm something of an expert at them and I always save them for the end of any ironing session. To iron a shirt you have to treat it as five different bits: collar, arms, front right panel, front left panel, and back panel. A lot of people find this frustrating but I enjoy the routine of it, and the satisfaction of working around those awkward seams and folds to produce a flawlessly pressed shirt. If anything, I am over-fussy about shirts and will spend a lot of time making sure that I'm happy with the final result.

And lastly, doing the ironing gets me out of doing the hated hoovering. My mum hates ironing but loves hoovering, so she's more than happy to swap chores. The work gets done, neither of us has to do a chore we hate: everybody wins! :DDD
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Does anybody else find this a little rude? "You might be the wrong side of cool – but let’s be honest, you never really qualified anyway." Ummm, thanks? "Diligence is your middle name... really? That’s a little embarrassing." Err, why should I be embarrassed that I try to do things as perfectly as I can?

And then there are the confusing bits, like this paragraph: "Life is not non-stop excitement – and if it were, your heart wouldn’t take it. Sure some of us bore more easily than others but maybe, just maybe, you are being bratty. Handing out tough love today." Ok, so first you say that I'm happy with a duller life, since my heart wouldn't take it, then you say I bore easily (or do you say that other people bore easily?), then you say I'm bratty, WHUT?! What am I being bratty about?!

And then there are the plain wrong bits. I've never had mung beans in my life. I don't drink and I hate hanging out with people who go out only to drink, it bores me. My family are always the Waltons thankyouverymuch. My mobile bill is pathetically low. I don't so much "gracefully glide through" life as just sit there while it happens around me. And if I'm supposed to be "unashamedly flirty", then clearly I've misunderstood the term all these years!!!!

...Of course, there are some pointed truths in here too, like the stuff about long-term goals ("do you have them?" :/) and "remember no one wears lonely well."
rhondacrockett: (scribble scribble)

This... fits with a lot of stuff that's been occupying my mind recently. The line about being "stuck at home with only my own opinion of myself as it wavers between the apocalyptic and the grandiose" is particularly pointed.


(This is aimed entirely at myself, btw, not at anyone else.)

[Edit to add:] And after all that thoughtfulness, have a couple of pretty space pictures to make you go, "Wow!"

rhondacrockett: (scribble scribble)
This week has been... really really weird. Due to my sister's insistence that we record the racing at Royal Ascot for her, I've spent the week binge-watching the shows I had recorded in order to ensure that there was room on the hard drive for pretty dresses and prettier horses. Also, the white shoes I had ordered have been arriving in dribs and drabs all week, so they had to be opened up, tried on, rejected and re-parceled, and then I had to decipher returns policies. And... my head is in a strange place as well - has been for the last couple of months - it's personal and tmi and not something I want to get specific about *frustrated sigh* - so I've been distracted by that as well.

Anyway, upshot is, I've done no drawing :( so I will be skipping Sketchy Sunday this week. I will try next week to do two drawings per day to catch up.
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I'm going to take a holiday from I Like Mondays for a month. Planning and writing them is taking up time I could be using on other things. Plus I was working from a (sort of) list and I'm getting scarily close to the end of it lol, need to go and have a think about what else can go on it. I Like Monday 20 will therefore be on Monday 16 June.

Thank you for all your comments so far, folks. It's been good to share all this positive stuff with you.
rhondacrockett: (scribble scribble)
I may be developing a slight addiction to on-line art. I have been twitching all evening to browse DeviantArt and Tumblr... Yeah, might want to keep an eye on that...
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)

I am FINALLY getting Karen Hallion's Belle and the TARDIS on a T-shirt which is NOT that hideous green which is the only colour it was available in up until now!!!! (I went with the charcoal.) IT IS SO STUPID THE LEVEL OF EXCITED I AM ABOUT A FRICKING T-SHIRT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I also got the Cinderella one in navy because it just looked so good! But Belle's the one I've really been after. She and Mary Poppins are my two favourites of Ms Hallion's Disney/Doctor mash-ups, and I got the Mary Poppins one about a month ago through another site. My collection is now complete *happy sigh*
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
... Have just spent faaaaaaaaaar too long on KnowYourMeme.com. My brain feels filthy. It has now joined TVTropes.com on the list of Internet Sites Which Rhonda Must Not Look At In The Name Of Sanity.



Mar. 27th, 2014 09:05 pm
rhondacrockett: (loneliness & the assassin)
I've spent all my evenings this week at home alone. I can watch what I like, read what I like, do what I like.

... It's been rather boring. And I'm not doing anything much different from what I would do if mum was at home. I am no party animal and I don't socialise easily; I'm generally a loner. But I'm generally a loner who has people around her. Being ALONE-alone is unsettling and demotivating.

March has been a weirdly depressing month. Weird because the weather has gotten so much better lately - warmer, brighter and drier - and because nothing obviously bad has happened. But the story I'm writing has stalled, I haven't been sleeping well, and I haven't been happy with my doodles recently.

Watching a lot of music TV isn't helping. See, our dog Lottie like to play tug-of-war but she's very noisy when doing it, so turning on a TV drama or whatever in the background doesn't work. Music TV, on the other hand, is just radio with pictures, so that's what I've been doing. The channels I prefer seem to have turned into semi-permanent My Chemical Romance memorials. I have no problem with My Chemical Romance - truth is, I didn't know any of their music until this week and I have enjoyed what I've heard. But it gets repetitive after a while and then I find out the reason they're playing it so much is cos the band split up a year ago (yes, I am spectacularly out of touch with popular music culture, sue me), so it just becomes sad then...


My brother's wedding plans continue apace. The date is set for the end of August and we've booked ourselves into the same holiday bungalow we had last year. It's a beautiful house and big too - there will be six of us in it, possibly seven. I'm not going to be part of the bridal party which is (mostly) fine by me; at the same time, if I was a bridesmaid, I wouldn't have to worry about what I'm wearing. Yay, formal clothes shopping, be still, my beating heart. -_-'

Remember the stray cat I talked about back in February? The one we were going to get a new home for cos we couldn't possibly take on another pet? Yeah, big shock, we ended up keeping her *rolls eyes, shakes head*. Her name is Maggie. Holly and Ivy are increasingly not impressed at her presence but they'll get used to her, same as they got used to Oliver, and Holly has at least stuck around rather than vanishing as we feared. Lottie thinks she's great, though, because Maggie plays chase with her. :)
rhondacrockett: (scribble scribble)
Sketchy Sunday 10 photo SketchySunday10_zpsce94a953.jpg

Another 'meh' week. Ever feel like a day needs to be longer than 24 hours, so you can fit in everything you need/want to do properly? Yeah, that's my life at the minute. I really need to sort out my time management...

Anyway, the only one I'm happy with is Wednesday - and I just noticed that her arms are on backwards (>.<). Also, the proportions of her shoulders and hips are weird.
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
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 TrendHunter.com...

- ... 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.


Dec. 29th, 2013 09:27 pm
rhondacrockett: (The fourth wall... it broked)
Toying with the idea of doing some regular features in LJ next year, just trying to be on more frequently. My work life is off-limits due to issues of confidentiality and the fiddly, bitsy nature of the job; trying to explain what I do to people who aren't part of the same working environment would take too long and is, frankly, boring. My social life is - well, moribund. Soooo... I have to think of some other way to use this blog.

Was thinking of an "I Like...Mondays" feature - just talking about things I like, whether that's an object, an activity, or something more nebulous. I'll admit, this one is more about cheering myself up than about sharing stuff with you guys. Work has been so demoralising that I think I need to focus deliberately on the positive.

The only other one that's solid in my head is "Sketchy Sundays". I bought myself one of those Week-to-View diaries a while back, the kind where each day has a blank, unlined space, and I'm planning to use it as a daily sketch/doodle book. I figure that since the diary ends each week on a Sunday, I could scan and post each week's efforts on that day.

I'm considering talking more about books, TV or music, although that wouldn't be a weekly thing.

...Anyway, that's what's in my head.


Mar. 20th, 2013 09:02 pm
rhondacrockett: (Lookit me)
I went with my mum to see Matthew Bourne's Sleeping Beauty at the weekend. Yes, this is the Matthew Bourne who did the all-male Swan Lake. Sidebar: actually, it's not all-male; I watched a recording of it on TV and there are plenty of women in the cast, including the main roles of the Queen and the Girlfriend. Also, the central love affair is not so much homosexual as it is bestiality; the Prince has a nervous breakdown in the middle of a park and falls in love with an actual swan (or the vision of one - it's hard to tell with the Prince what's real and what's hallucination).

ANYWAY! Back to the Sleeping Beauty - it was brilliant! Spoilers ahead )

And the baby - every review I saw on-line mentions it, so this doesn't count as a spoiler - the baby Aurora is the most adorkable rod puppet, which crawls around the servants' feet and sits up in her crib, shaking hands with the fairies, and tries to climb the curtains at one point :DDDD

The music was pre-recorded, which I was surprised at. At first, I thought that maybe Bourne had gone with some extended symphonic version of the score and it simply isn't possible to fit a proper symphony orchestra into most theatre orchestra pits. But apparently it was done to cut costs so they could spend on the costumes and set designs (which are deliciously lavish, btw). The recording was fine, and I've been to a ballet with recorded music before so I didn't mind. Still you kinda wonder what a live orchestra might have added. I also thought that there was more plot and action - i.e. the entertaining bits - in the first half than in the second; the latter had a few too many atmospheric dreamscapes where nothing much was happening apart from half-nude men in white leggings...

But altogether, Mum and I had a great time!

Sidebar on the Rose Adagio )

...I think too much about these things, don't I? #^.-#
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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 :)
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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...
rhondacrockett: (Am I addicted? - dava)
Jipp is doing ok, folks; no more scares since that Sunday. Her sister, Sheba, however, has developed a skin infection - something that has happened to her before. The possibility was mentioned that she may be allergic to grass. Grass. When she lives on a dairy farm in Northern Ireland. She might as well be allergic to oxygen. Why couldn't it have been peanuts?

And me? I'm tired, I've got a nagging discomfort in the middle of my back, and I'm becoming increasingly intolerant of idiots. I need a holiday. A long one - three to six months, maybe, somewhere pleasantly warm but not very hot, fresh breezes, the ocean in easy reach, with lots of dancing, swimming, museums and historical sites to visit. But I'm not going to get any of that, so I'll make do with a long weekend over Hallowe'en and hope it'll be enough.

I am not planning to do NaNo this year. Yes, I had a really good time doing it last year, but I've been feeling so discouraged and down this year... Which I suppose is all the more reason to do it, to cheer myself up *groans* Can't a girl be lazy without her conscience kicking her ass? :P I was kinda hoping that I would have last year's NaNo project finished by now and could use this year to start on the second Kalynder Girls. But that didn't happen, for various reasons - some beyond my control, but also some which were my own damn fault. I know I could use this year's NaNo to finish January Blues, but - it's hard to explain - it feels like I wouldn't be making best use of this year by footering with a project from last year.
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I consider New Year a non-holiday. First, it comes too quickly after Christmas and, let's face it, Christmas gets the better publicity. New Year is like an after-thought: "HAPPY CHRISTMAS!! (Oh, yeah, and New Year too.)" Secondly, there is nothing to do on New Year - except to sit about until midnight and then wish everybody a happy New Year. Maybe if you were somewhere like Edinburgh, with the Hogmanay first-footers, ceilidhs and pipers playing Auld Lang Sine at midnight, it would be enjoyable, but my one and only experience of a New Year's party (the millennium, remember that?) was... kinda dull. Thirdly, New Year's resolutions are stupid. I can't think of anything more demotivating than reviewing all the things you didn't achieve in the year past and then saying, "Well, I'll just have to do it this year."

I have never made New Year resolutions (despite writing a poem about them at primary school - not my choice of subject; it was given as homework). But this year, I do have some... if not resolutions, then at least vague aims.

First, February is going to be my own personal NaNo month, to finish off the manuscript for Kalynder Girls 1. I'm gonna aim for another 50 000 words; if I come to the end of the story before that, all well and good.

Secondly, I will keep a record of the books I have read. I'll review the ones I feel strongly enough about, but otherwise, it'll be a straightforward list of titles and authors.

Thirdly, I will listen to ALL of my albums. I wouldn't say I have an exhaustive CD collection - but it's big enough. There are albums I have never listened to, others that I used to listen to all the time but haven't heard in ages, and a few that I played only once. And I want to listen listen - actually pay attention to the music and not just have it as background noise.

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you can look back on 2010 with fondness and that 2011 will be a happy time for you :)
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