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Bleurghy Blogness

How about I put up a quick blog post about how I never blog? Just wanted to warn about an influx of posts. I’ve got a bunch of drafts sitting here and I think it’s about high time I got them out. Before they go from stale to absolutely rot-o-rama.

Wish I could say that I’ve been too busy to blog, kids. But I haven’t. Just lazy. I get home, make some dinners, then waste my life lurking on Reddit while watching old episodes of The Simpsons.

As always: Sorry for the silence. Hopefully I’ll continue to make some noise for awhile here.

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Back to It

A short post just to say I’m going to try and get back into doing some writing on this blog.

How often do I blog about blogging? Ridiculous.

It is something that I like to do, and want to do more of, but I just don’t. It’s like all things that are good for you… sometimes it is just easier not to do it. I mean… part of me likes running. But another, more bossy part of me likes going to the pub and drinking a beer instead. So I don’t always run.

I want to finish going through The Interrogative Year. I want to journal a bit about my goal to get to a healthy weight this year (more on that in another post). I want to huff and puff and passively-aggressively review apps/tools/programs/etc that I’m using. Or not using, if they suck. I want to write a few more short stories. I want to express how I’m feeling or what I’m thinking about in more than 140 characters (damn you, Twitter).

I think I may have to intersperse shorter posts with longer ones. Plain ones (like this one) with fancy ones (with pictures! and links!) to keep momentum going.

I’m not making promises. But I am sure going to try.

Again, that is.

Another blog post about not blogging? AWESOME.

>I marvel these days at my own laziness when it comes to updating my blog. I don’t know why I don’t do it more: My blog posts make me happy (I get to talk about me and things I like) and they (potentially) make other people miserable (and now even more people may be inadvertently exposed to the toxic waste that is the outpouring of my anger and hatred thanks to Buzz) if they are foolish enough to read this drivel.

For awhile there I thought I would be more likely to “blog” more when I was stealing re-blogging interesting things that I found through RSS feeds and the like. But that was a trend that couldn’t last. Pfft. I mean, by the time I reformatted and effed around with how it looked and stuff… I might as well have written my own shit.

What’s my excuse this time? I actually have two. Both of them are whiny and weak, but I wouldn’t want to have legitimate excuses or anything.

First, work makes me tired these days. I’m busy. Too busy. It’s stressful and by the end of the day, it’s draining. I’m hoping that things will ease up, but for now… well, I’m tired when I get home. It takes every ounce of energy I have just to throw myself dramatically on my bed and turn on The Simpsons. If it wasn’t for my flatmate, I probably would never eat.

Second, I have “desk issues”. The issue? I have no desk at home. My computer lives on my dresser. I sit on a stool* to use it. It is an ergonomic nightmare. So I haven’t been too keen on sitting at my computer to do things like type.

I won’t make any promises to blog more or anything. I thought about making it my Lunar New Year resolution but it’s the Year of the Tiger, not the Year of Sitting Around on your Ass Typing Crap No One Wants to Read (although that is much funnier).  I do have some things that I’ve been meaning to write about (and I have to finish the stories!) so there may be a flurry (probably along the lines of a London snow flurry, which usually amounts to just seven lonely flakes but still warrants a severe weather warning) of blog activity. So look forward to at least seven blog posts over the next little while.

*heh heh. “stool”.

Positively Blogtastic? Blogtastically Positive?

>How often do I apologise for not blogging often enough? It feels like the majority of my posts address the fact that I’ve not been blogging enough. I’m not even sure most of the time who I’m apologising to. My moms, certainly, who has quit Facebook and who occasionally complains that she doesn’t know enough about what is going on with me because I’m not blogging enough. Sometimes other people (read: Lord Ameliar, new mother of Freddy!) ask me to blog more about recent changes in my life. I’m also apologising to myself: writing in my blog is an activity that I enjoy that is, for a change, not bad for me and I wish I would do it more.

I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging lately.

I felt with the last run of posts – funny though you people seem to find my misery – that although I may have been in top-form in lambasting the behaviour of the Citizens, I was being excessively negative. It seemed really weird to toss a post of goodness or happiness in amongst the posts of the living hell that my home life had become. It would have been like hiding truffles in a pile of shit.

Likewise, although I didn’t feel like I could top the story of the poop on the wall, things haven’t really improved either. Capt. Tuberculosis has, sadly, not been courteous enough to drop dead so I’m still in a state of constant annoyance and hatred. But because nothing worse than wall-poop and disgusting moldy toothbrushes has happened, I’ve given up writing about the Citizens.

Can’t write about the good outside-of-my-flat-life-stuff; can’t write about my bad still-horrific-inside-my-flat-stuff. What’s a girl to do?

Another topic that I usually hit in my blog is work. Good or bad, there’s always something to say. Except I couldn’t. Everyone I worked with at my last place knows where my blog is. I’m not so vain that I figure they are reading it all the time, but still. You know. Just in case. Now even though I’m not there anymore, I still won’t say anything bad about it. I don’t really have anything that bad to say about it. I still think they are a good group and although I wasn’t happy there, I don’t want to say anything bad about it. It just didn’t work. So, no bloggy about worky.

No more negative home posts. No negative work posts. No gems of positivity in the turdy turdness that was the turd-dom that I lived in. What’s in the future for Captain Turbotastic and her Turbotastical tales?

Well, things are looking up lately. My new job (more about that soon!) is awesome. You know what I was thinking today at 6:00? I could have technically been done at 5:30 as I started today at 8:30. And instead of watching the clock count down, I was frantically trying to get a few more things done at 5:58 because I had to leave at 6:00 to meet Alison. So as I was trying to get every thing sorted, I was thinking about what I could finish tomorrow and the rest of the week. And then I realised that there isn’t a rest of the week; tomorrow is Friday. And I actually thought to myself, “I wish it wasn’t Friday already!” Holy macaroni! That’s a thought that has never crossed my mind at work before. So yah, that’s going well.

And the countdown to moving to a new flat has been on for a good month now, but it seems real now that we’re down to just 10 days. I’m moving back out west, which will cut my commute in half. And instead of living with a trio of sub-human citizens, I’ll be moving in with my friend Tyran, who not only appears to be generally courteous to the people around him, he’s also not prone (from what I’ve seen so far) to spitting on the floor or wiping poop on the wall. He reads my blog and is worried that he’ll become my new target. I’ve told him that unless he can top my current flatmates, he’s got nothing to worry about. I hope to hell he’s got nothing to worry about. ‘Cause if he’s worse than my current flatmates, I’ll kill him.

I was worried about the future of my blog if things were getting better. What the hell would I write about? What would I complain about? If I was… I mean… “happy”… would I still get to be bitter? How ’bout cynical? Angry? Can one be angry and happy at the same time? Could I still be interesting and amusing (I’m assuming that if you are still reading this you must find me one and/or the other. Right? Validate me.)

I’ve decided to go back a bit to how I was keeping my blog before – a dump spot for the things that end up fluffing around my mind and cluttering up my thoughts. A place to rant and rave and shout and share. But I’m hoping that I’ll be able to do that about more positive things. So watch this space for that sort of nonsense.

And again: sorry for not blogging much. I’ll be working on that.

Way to blog, turbo

>I’ve been neglectful of my blog writing. I’ve been busy. Or something.

I’m better at writing stuff in the blog when I’m having a laugh… and the chuckles aren’t quite so thick and frequent as they once were just now.

I’m mostly just in a very uncertain spot… not sure how work is going, not sure how the new flat is going, not sure of other things I don’t wanna talk about. You shush.

Lots of things to think about these days and not a lot to write about. That’ll change. My brain will burn out eventually from the thinking and my mouth will start working. I believe that’s one of my greatest weaknesses… that my brain and mouth never work at the same time.

My hope is that April will be a brighter, more sunshiny month with promises of good stuff to come.

Moving… not fun but a great excuse not to blog

>So, I moved again. I’m not even sure how many times that makes it that I’ve moved. A lot. I would say more than 25 times, and that does NOT include moving between Kampoops and Quesmell during the summers when I was going to university. That’s a lot of moving.

I hate moving. I hate packing. I hate that I always end up with a bunch of stuff that can be tossed out AFTER I’m in the new place. Why can’t I figure that shite out before I flipping move?

As previously mentioned, the Quad saved my ass and let me stay with them for just over a month while I found a new job and managed to get myself a paycheck. I was repeatedly told that I could stay longer if I needed to (I’m telling you, these guys are awesome) but I just couldn’t keep freeloading. Or commuting. I have so little soul left… I don’t need the District Line to suck the bit remaining out along with my will to live every weekday morning.

So as soon as I gots paid, I started looking for a place in east London. I found a place last Monday and moved in yesterday. The new place is small and I don’t know the people I live with. Living with strangers is not always fun, but these guys seem cool (that’s why I chose this place). The neighbourhood is dodgy, to say the least, but there is a lot going on and I can walk to work.

The move itself was not too bad – I was already still mostly packed as I was just squatting temporarily at the Quad. I don’t have too much stuff and Tyran and Caryn were nice enough to help me toss it all into the van. And Tyran came out to Hackney (my new ‘hood) with me to help me unpack. Which is all kinds of awesome of him.

The room is just a room… it isn’t huge but it is big enough for the likes of me. I really love the floors. There is no lounge (or “living room” as we would say back home) and the kitchen is tiny. But I mostly eat at work and hang out in front of my PC anyway. Once the extra couch (oh yah, extra couch) is out of here and I get a cheap wardrobe purchased from Argos, I’ll be all set and settled in for the next few months at least.

The flatmates are pretty cool – there are three of them, a couple and another girl. One’s British, one’s Italian and one’s Polish. All of them are very friendly and cool. They’ve made me feel very welcome already and I think it will nice to live here with them.

The neighbourhood is… well, colourful seems like the nicest adjective. There are a lot of estates and the streets seem like they are always full of people. I’ve asked my new flatmates a few times now if they’ve ever felt threatened or anything and none of them have. As Lucinda put it, “They’re poor, they’re not dangerous.” Fair enough.

So, bottom line is that I’m not settled in 100% yet but I’m feel good about the space and I do think it will work out. I don’t know how long I will be here… but I tells ya one of these days I’m going to pick a place and stay still for at least a few years.

2009: Changes a’coming!

>I’ve decided that I’m moving my blog over to Blogger. I’ve got a few reasons for doing this… but none of them are all that interesting so I’ll keep them to myself.

Sadly, because Live Spaces (where this currently is) is not a “real blog” there is no way to simply export my entries and then import them into my new Blogger… um, blog. So I’m doing it manually at the moment. It is taking freaking forever.

The good news is that it is giving me a chance to tighten up some of the spelling (I’m notoriously bad at spelling) and standardise the formatting a little bit. I’m trying my best not to edit anything more than that, although it is tempting! Holy macaroni, I’ve typed out some stupid and/or pointless and/or boring things in the past (much like the present, some would argue).

I did think about abandoning what has been written here so far and just starting anew. I’ve decided though that I don’t want to do that. I want to keep it all together so I’ll transfer all the entries along with the photos and comments. After I’m done moving it (hopefully this weekend) all the new posts will be at the new blog. I’ll leave this one up for awhile after the move, but I think I will delete it entirely eventually.

It is still a work in progress, but if you want to check out the new blog it is at the following address: http://turbotasticaltales.blogspot.com/. I’d really love to see you there.

::SIDE NOTE::

For those of you who are “here” and confused about what I’m on about – I had a blog over at http://drolligaffin.spaces.live.com for about three years now. I’m slowing moving it to this address because I feel this will be a better place to play. Until the move is complete, I’ll probably blog in both places.)

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