You Could Have Just ‘Sat’ on My Keyboard!

I decided to try and switch gears the other night and work on some of my “creative” (ahem) writing.  No blogging (well, after my daily post) and no more work-related business (oh, which I am failing at anyway!) Still, maybe getting some other types of brainwaves going and, yes, some “creative” juices flowing might help somehow? Another way of motivating myself?

Well, the weather is getting warmer here so out are coming all the bugs.  Recall me cleaning up my flat and finding little mommy spider laying a few eggs. *shudder*  PA does not do well with bugs.

Anyway, I am working away on one of several outstanding pieces (of crap) and I see this teensy, little red thing, no larger than a dot you may make with a pen tip? It was wending it’s way around a couple of my keys on my keyboard.  I tried in vain to sort of “pick it up” or attach it or get it to climb up on to one of my fingertips.  No dice.  I grabbed a tissue and tried to somehow “capture” it with that.

The sneaky little thing then just disappeared right down beneath a key.  I’m not sure but I think it was the letter, “T.”

So, if little nosey parker was that keen on reading what I was writing, did it have to go all the way “underground?” Yes, surely, it could have just sat there and read it all on the screen! Maybe it had poor eyesight.  Or maybe it was more interested in what kind of software I have on my hard drive? Hmmm.

Well, if so…great.  Now I have a “computer bug.” *laughing*

Oh, I’m sorry.  That was just way too easy and I couldn’t help myself.  It’s alright, though.  Macs are basically virus proof and all of that.  You don’t need to install all the McAfee, Norton, AdA-/Spyware business.

I suppose I could get out my can of compressed air and give the keyboard a good blast.  I suspect the little thing is probably dead in it somewhere.  The new MacBooks’ keyboards are a single unit.  They are sealed so really, the little buggie is probably trapped in there.  It was really tiny, however.  And everything is electrical so he (she?) could have gotten fried.  Or…with enough time, there’s no food.  Starved buggie.

Honestly.  An insect crawling right into my keyboard.

Happy Canada Day!

Yes, July 01 is Canada Day.

And confession…it is no longer Canada Day where I live unless I try and do a quick calculation with time zones…erm…nevermind…

Enough of my anonymity has already slipped through the cracks. I’ve backdated a few posts to keep up with Blog365…what’s one more?

So, here’s a YouTube. Any Canadian readers will know this instantaneously. Well, if they are of my generation, they certainly should.

If you are not Canadian, then you should recognise that in just one form (early 1970s) we had no problem making fun of ourselves re: the RCMP. Also, Dudley Do Right was intermingled with Rocky and Bullwinkle.

Good Fortune on a Bench!

Before I begin with my little story (that gave me a good laugh), I will say that opposed to yesterday, I really gave the boots to both myself and the work that I needed to get done. I spent at least five to six hours working straight (minus a couple of tea breaks sitting outside) completing all the stuff that I meant to do over the weekend.

Still. So much more to do. At least I got caught up on what I was supposed to do. There’s at least one more thing that I need to do before tomorrow. Answer some rather pointed questions before I meet with one of the coaches at “Fix Me Up” tomorrow. I started to make a list of answers before I just said, “Fix ME Up” and strolled down to the pub where I currently am right now. Awww, come on guys! After ramming it for several hours straight, I deserve just a bit of beer as a reward? Right? Huh?

So, I’m kickin’ it with my iPod on and typin’ and bouncin’ like a wee ADD freakzoid because…erm…yeah. I very well and rightly so got into hyperfocus mode and I’m still, jolly well there! No, you should see me. You should see my typical ADD “bouncy leg.” People must be thinking WTF?!?!?! PA.No.Care

Alright, on with the story. Has everyone out there heard of Double Bubble chewing gum? According to the wiki link it’s sold in 50 countries so I think most of you know it?

Anyway, I was out one evening and I saw…well? If you are familiar with it, you should know about its comic strip history? I espied…oh, a Double Bubble comic “stuck” to a bench.  And NO, it wasn’t stuck to the bench with a piece of Double Bubble.

I immediately recognised it and it took me right back to childhood.  I mean, talk about marketing! Get the kids to buy your shitty gum (and believe me it was shitty–and probably still is) by adding a little surprise inside! So, I picked it up and I swear to god…it was just perfect for me after the “shitty” day I had!

The character, “Pud,” who came along in 1950 after a couple of the originals, was sitting at his computer.  He was on the phone calling: “Tech Support.”  What was he saying?

“Tech Support? My computer has a WEDGIE!”

On his screen were all of these squiggly lines that ran from corner to corner and were pinched in the middle! Oh, hahaha! Geeky PA sure got a giggle.  But it gets better in how it cheered her up.  It was almost like a “Fortune Cookie.”  There was a little message underneath the cartoon.  It said…

“Your Double Bubble Fortune: A Smile A Day Keeps Worry Away.”

Well, I will tell you that it certainly gave me a smile that day! I still have it.  I’m keeping it.  Especially now since I’ve made a post about it. *laughing*

Just Need to Vent

I could skip writing this post for today as I tossed up the last one after midnight so that’s my daily quota for Blog365. But bugger me all to hell I am so bloody ticked off! We still have no hot water. It’s been two days now. It’s got me so riled up I can not concentrate on anything else. I finally broke down and washed my dishes in the ice cold (and scrubbed them really hard!)

I heard from the upstairs tenant earlier today (after she had called our landlord.) I had called them again with no response. She received an email and found out that they are in the U.S. for a wedding. As a result, we were to call the electrician who was there on Wednesday who possibly(?) “forgot” or “accidentally” didn’t turn the hot water back on after doing his work?

Oh, come on! She said she’d get back to me. I have heard nothing. Maybe she will talk to me when she gets back from work. Maybe she knows nothing? Does she know when they are coming back from the U.S.?

The work was done in another tenant’s flat and I haven’t seen him for a few days. Has he gone away? Well, that’s a wee conundrum, isn’t it? For how shall incompetent electrician gain access if incompetent landlord is not here with a set of keys?

Again, my water problem is consuming me.

*PA pads off to take a Valium*

Which she should have done a while ago.

I can’t concentrate on anything else. I don’t understand why this is. Is it some kind of bizarre “reverse hyperfocus” of ADD? No, PA gets hyperfocused on things she finds enjoyable and interesting. This is more like some kind of anxious obsession! Waiting…waiting…waiting… And as the time passes the worse it gets!

So, indeed, I have decided to make yesterday and today my “weekend.” I have accomplished virtually nothing re: my job work. I must get on the ball and right back into to it tomorrow and on Sunday. And on…Monday…and on…

I’m still so unmotivated and just…blah that really, all I want to do is lie in bed and completely zone out.

Or perhaps ponder how long of a prison sentence I would get for homicide? Slaying my landlord? Or some idiot electrician? Maybe both? I am completely bonkers so I could probably swing my time in a cushy mental institution.

Hey, it sure would eliminate the stress of trying to find a job.

Hang on. I just lost power for a second. Hold up. Someone’s knocking at my door.

Okay, my sentence has just been reduced to a single homicide, not a double.

We have hot water! W00t! The electrician came and fixed us all up in a couple of minutes. As it turned out, he wasn’t incompetent; our breaker panel was. Now all we have to do is wait a bit for everything to heat up and let’s hope we all don’t jump into the shower at the same time as we’ll drain the supply and end up freezing to death anyway. *PA rolls eyes*

EDIT: What’s up with my Valium? Why do I all of the sudden feel way more relaxed than I normally do when I take it? Maybe the combination of it and the fact that I now have hot water has put me so at ease, I’m kinda floatin’ on a cloud baby… That’s all good though. I’ve had too much stress going on anyway lately.

All Over the Map!

Okay, I’ll try not to be too scattery-schamattery ADD here but this day (so far?) has been just a little unbearable.  Maybe the post will be okay but my brain certainly feels like it’s going through a blender!

So everything’s been rather disastrous except perhaps for my sleep. I spent a long time there. I think I ventured all the way through Dante’s real “Laugh-It-Up” Classic, you know? I’m Dante’s “Lucky Number Seven.” No, really. It’s the only place that I fit! If you don’t know all the Circles, Terraces and Spheres, you can read them all here.

So, yes. My Circle of Hell is “Suicide” being all mental. No other “crime” would I really do. A lot of things throughout are all based on the Seven Deadly Sins. Wee PA is a good girl. Anyway, I haven’t obviously killed myself as here I sit typing at my keyboard so I managed to skip along to Purgatory. My lovely Terrace there is also the seventh. This is a no brainer. Lustful, gay PA has to be basically “Baptised by Fire!”

Get this from the wiki link. Also, the other Terraces are based upon the Seven Deadly Sins so ‘Geez Louise…lusty PA really gets “burned” bad!

The lustful are purged by burning in an immense wall of flames (Cantos XXV through XXVII). All of those who committed sexual sins, both heterosexual and homosexual, are purified by the fire. Excessive sexual desire misdirects one’s love from God and this terrace is meant to correct that. In addition, perhaps because all sin has its roots in misguided love, every soul who has completed his penance on the lower six cornices must pass through the wall of flame before ascending to the Earthly Paradise.

I guess I did okay because when I woke up, I felt fairly well rested.  The Seventh Sphere of Heaven through which I must have passed to wake up represents Saturn.  Saturn apart from the information in the wiki link also astrologically rules Depression.  Sorry for taking your work out of context a bit there, Dante.

This is also neato to play with as PA is an atheist.  Nonetheless…she’s not all “Crazy Athiest.”  Hey, if you Christians are right (and PAs sister is a believer) and there is a god…great! She’ll still be saved, anyway!

Alright, up I get, take my meds and decide to actually do my dishes since I do not have to go out today.  WTF?!

My Ding Dong Landlord was here yesterday to do some work on the hot water tank and hey! Guess what? I have no hot water.  That’s right! So, no dishes, no showering…well, unless I decide to boil litres and litres of hot water to do both.  I’m sorry.  I do not pay this much rent to go “camping” in my flat.  I can at least do laundry as I wash everything in cold water.  I called and of course have not heard anything back.

Just in case for some reason he showed up *PA almost laughs out loud* I decided I should get into “Disaster Recovery Mode” and do a bit of cleaning.  At least nothing involving hot water.  So, I swept up the floors.  Good god.  It was like moving into a new flat where the prior tenant was the biggest slob on the planet.  But boy! Am I glad that I did! On my way down to toss some laundry in, I thought…’Oh yes, I should do the steps leading to the washer and dryer.’

*gasp*

I found this little spider who had laid some eggs under one of them!!! OMG!!! That’s just what I need! Some kind of arachnoid infestation! NOTE: PA is rather arachnophobic.  Sorry, mommy.  You are your babies are going! Trash bag immediately tossed out the door!

NOTE TO PA: Clean your damn flat on a more timely basis from now on!

Well, on one good note, I got my business cards in the mail today so I’m all ready to start handing them out to people like it’s one big poker game. *sigh*

*PA ponders everything else she’s got to do and thinks…what next?*

ADD Mushbrain.

Important Statistical Update!

PAs Medscape Subscription Notices Unread: 121

PAs gmail Storage: 819MB (11%) of 6837MB

Nutcase Bed Poll Results Thus Far (See Right Sidebar) Total Votes - 27

• A Month Or More…Oh, Yeah! - 41% - 11 Votes
• I Have No Bloody Clue - 37% - 10 Votes
• A Few Days - 15% - 4 Votes
• One Day - 4% - 1 Vote
• A Week Or So…Yes? - 4% - 1 Vote

The first is up to me to moderate.

The second will simply follow its natural course. And it will have some influence by me in the way I handle my email (like finally tackling my Medscape Notices?)

As for the third…keep voting, kids!

2238hrs… Digging My Own Grave… Feh.

That is the time right now.

I still have a couple of really nice “stories” or posts that I would like to write.  Well, I think they’re nice.  I know they impacted me in a positive way.  Maybe you might like them as well?

Feh.

Don’t mistake my, “Feh.”  It’s not that I don’t care or give a shit.  Of course I do.  You guys know I do.  That’s my problem, right? My “Achilles’ Heel?”

Feh.

I need a cigarette and I’m going to take my meds.  Good lord, if someone were to do a search of “exhaustion” on this blog they would pull up certainly how many posts from this month? Last month? Or well…how many other posts altogether?

How about a search of “pathetic?”

Feh.

I think I am slowly (quickly?) digging my own grave.  Hey, at least then I needn’t worry about finding a new job.

Feh.

I’m not very good at physics, however, but let’s see if I can dig my own grave.

I’m pretty strong and also tiny so I’d probably only need a “shallow grave.”  But how would I cover myself? Alright.  So dig a wee sized PA hole and then dump the dirt on a plank.  Measure plank to PAs body and arm length.  Affix “Bungee Cords” for maximum strength and elasticity (oooh…wait…where to affix…?)

Okay.  After digging suitable, wee sized PA hole, then place one other plank on right side with screwed in metal rings.  Oh, hell…just one because she’s only got one arm!

Ensure that the dirt dug up is evenly distributed and not too heavy on plank that is above ground on left side.  Do a “test lift” before jumping into grave.  If too heavy, remove some of the dirt and redistribute.  Conduct “test lift” again if required.

Note: do not bury Bungee Cord under dirt.  It needs to be free and accessible! Otherwise you’ll just have to remove all the dirt from the plank and spread it all out again!

After above is completed, jump inside grave.

When inside grave, nestle down and get comfy.  Reach over and grab extended Bungee Cord that has been laid over dirt.

PULL HARD!!!

When plank slams down, attempt to hook Bungee Cord hook through ring.

Note: it will be very dark, so you will need to feel for the ring if you’re not a lucky shot, PA.  If you can’t find it after time and you get too tired, your breathing will become shallow due to oxygen deprivation.  So, if you can’t find the hook, not a problem.

Feh.

More…GET IT OUT!!!

I’m giving more “linky-love” to to Gabriel… but it’s just working out that way. We’re not having a…well…we…don’t have an online “thing” going on. *PA giggles*

No, he said that perhaps Blog365 might be driving me mad. The pace of keeping up (and maybe everything else in my life?) could…maybe…I don’t know. Making me more bonkers than I already am? He suggested writing a post COMPLETELY IN BLOCK CAPS!!!

I laughed. Okay, maybe?

However, would that be a little hard on everyone’s eyes?

Well, I do have a fun post to write but I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING BUSY I HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO WRITING IT!!!

I spent HOURS RESEARCHING JUST ONE THING FOR MY JOB SEARCH (but it’s okay because I LOOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE research) but I mentioned in a comment THAT I WAS COMPLETELY BUGGERED AS I HAD DONE NOTHING ELSE THE ENTIRE DAY AND EATEN NOTHING EXCEPT A BOWL OF CEREAL!!!

What I was was researching was having my business cards made THAT IS ABSOLUTELY IMPERATIVE IF I AM TO FIND A NEW JOB!!! What I found out was that perhaps the company I was going to deal with was a bit dodgy AND THAT MADE ME TOTALLY FREAK OUT!!! Why did I freak out? I HAVE A SERIOUS BLOODY DEADLINE AS I NEED THEM BY JUNE 23 FOR A MAJOR FUNCTION–SUPREME NETWORKING OPPORTUNITY!!!

I just went with them anyway and ordered them now. However, I thought they had a three day “Rush Shipment Option.” No. APPARENTLY IT’S SEVEN WHAT THE…I THOUGHT I SAW IT ON THE WEBSITE AS THREE FUCKING DAYS THE OTHER…DAY!!! Do the math from today’s date.

So if I give them a one day grace period…I JUST MIGHT MAKE IT???

Alright, I’ll be back to maybe not shout so much later. *laughing*

Oh, wait.  PA CAN’T DO MATH TO SAVE HER LIFE!!! DO THEY MEAN SEVEN BUSINESS DAYS???

Oh, hell.

Tired So Tubage

Prologue: this is what I was working on last night when I fell asleep! Some edits made of course.

My post that’s been sitting on the back burner is still erm… still “back burning?” So, I remembered that Gabriel… had sent me some YouTubes a while back from a childhood television show that I had watched and they really cheered me up. I felt it was so sweet and thoughtful for him to do that.

So here are a couple of YouTubes from of a later show that evolved from the show of the Tubes he sent me.

The original show was called, ‘Sesame Street’ and it catered to wee ones. It taught basic ABCs, math, grammar and such, plus it was also entertaining and downright silly at times! Hence the YouTubes sent. Funny puppet characters doing silly, nonsensical things (in terms of incomprehensible verbiage), usually lots of singing, dancing and/or bouncing around. The puppeteers? Genius! Sesame Street was massive.

The latter spin off was called ‘The Muppet Show.’ Yes, I know what a “muppet” means across the pond.

Actually, it was really big. As it grew from Sesame Street, it was an almost guaranteed success in terms of childhood television. And it was a success. Even adults loved it as there were famous guest stars that would appear for each show. The presentation of it was a staged “Variety Show” with regular puppet cast members and the featured special guest, that being the famous “human” star.

My favourite character on The Muppet Show was “Beaker.” Beaker was a kind of “out there, wacky sort of dude.” Certainly original. Well, other characters were too. A lot of them were “wacky and out there.” They had to be in order to keep the humour going and for people to identify with the characters to maintain success.

Well, I identified with Beaker! Now this is where things may be simply obvious or actually prophetic?

He rarely spoke any English but only weird little sounds–his own language, basically. Why the name “Beaker?” Well, he’s shaped like one. Further, he is a scientist that assists a “Dr. Bunsen Honeydew” in Muppet Labs. Poor Beaker. As the “assistant,” is is often subjected to a lot of…torture? A lot of frightening things and many times, against his will? However, as a dutiful, little, assistant–he follows along. Does his job.

Gee, sound like anyone you know? Any blogger out there… A geeky one that you might be reading right now?

On the upside, Beaker always survives whatever befalls him. He’s indestructible and always gets away unscathed.

So here are a couple of YouTubes, actually. The first gives an example of what ridiculous things they come up with in the lab and the second actually takes Beaker out of the lab where he sings with the Pit Band of the show!

He sings: “Feelings.” And of course…not in “English.”

OMG…I Fell Asleep Writing My Post!

No. Really.

I don’t think I have ever done that before. Perhaps saved and shut down baby Macbook when getting dozy but shit.

If that doesn’t spell tired then I don’t know what does?

I saved the first post–hey, maybe I can use it later

I just looked at this and saw that I was still writing.

Go to bed, PA. Go to bed. *laughing*