Yes, we've slogged and moaned, cried & laughed, and finally we've arrived at the end of the week. Halle-fcukin'-lujah...
Last night I made a rather tasty beef casserole using rump steak (which, even though I say it myself, was very nice), and had a couple of glasses of cheeky red.
Tonight I'm not sure what's on the menu yet, but I fancy a couple of cold beers to finish the week off, so who knows?
Oh, and it's lucky I'm not superstitious... it's Friday 13th today, I saw one magpie this morning ("one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl" etc.) and I'm sure a black cat ran out in front of me this morning on the way to work. But none of this bothers me, I'm not cowering under my desk for fear of something bad happening. The only thing I don't do is walk under ladders, but this isn't for some silly anti-bad-luck ritual, it's only because I know how heavy a can of paint is and to have one land on one's head from a great height would put a serious crimp one's day.
I've gone back in time a little with my Soundtrack of the day today, with early Blutones.
So, are any of you lot out in internet-land superstitious? Tell iSimon all about it...
Have a lovely weekend everyone.
Friday, 13 November 2009
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Fcukin' documentation
Stressed today. This bloody arseing shit eating piss flapping documentation project I have to do is getting right on my moobs & under my skin. I know it needs to be done, and I know I'd have nothing to do if I weren't doing this, but by Satan's wizards it's boring. I'm a good coder (even though I say it myself) and my talents are being wasted on this shite. I had a bit of a whinge & moan at my '2nd level' boss this morning, but he can't change anything. I feel as though unreasonable expectations are being put on me, but when I (sensibly & calmly) state my position on certain issues, it's like I'm ignored and just told to get the fcuk on with it anyway. Gggrrrrr.
Anyway, no plans for tonight, or tomorrow / tomorrow night, but then on Saturday we're hosting a little get together for my father-in-law's birthday, so that should be nice. Then I'm playing football on Sunday morning (so not too much booze at the party I guess!) There's still a delay in getting Jake signed to his new team, so he has no football at the weekend, but hopefully in the next week we should have that resolved.
Anyway - nearly lunchtime, and macaroni & cheese beckons. Have fun everyone.
Peace.
Anyway, no plans for tonight, or tomorrow / tomorrow night, but then on Saturday we're hosting a little get together for my father-in-law's birthday, so that should be nice. Then I'm playing football on Sunday morning (so not too much booze at the party I guess!) There's still a delay in getting Jake signed to his new team, so he has no football at the weekend, but hopefully in the next week we should have that resolved.
Anyway - nearly lunchtime, and macaroni & cheese beckons. Have fun everyone.
Peace.
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Walkman back on today
(To paraphrase Charlie Brooker its not actually a Sony Walkman - I have moved with the times - but it's not an iPod either, it's another brand of MP3 player and I got bored with keep having to type "MP3 Player" whenever I wanted to mention my music player of choice... my I digest...)
For the first time in a while, I'm sitting here at my desk listening to music again while 'working'.
The current soundtrack is Nirvana's Greatest Hits. I posted about this the other day... it's not until I have a break from music, then listen to it again, that I realize how important it is to my life. I love music. (Pauses for drum break in "Smells Like Teen Spirit"...)
In other news...
I bought Stephen King's new one, "Under The Dome", yesterday and it's a monster (yippee!) so I can look forward to a few days of excellent writing, griping plot, believable characters and a fantastic ending. He's one of my all time favorite authors and I have read all of his books. Seriously. All of them. From "Carrie" down to the last of the seven-book Dark Tower series... AND all the books he wrote as Richard Bachman. When I bought the book yesterday, the girlie in the bookshop asked me if I had read any others of his... so of course, trying not to sound too condescending I said "Well yes actually, all of them, and I own roughly 85% of his books also". Smug? Me?
Plans this week include not much... as I have no evening plans, I can sit and relax and immerse myself in Castle Mills, Maine, and the people thereof (it's where the new book takes place, obviously).
Oh, and a quick shout out to my friend Phil 'Junior' Dawson over in crazy Australia. He, and his good lady Kylie, are expecting their first child, so lots of love and congratulations to them. If you haven't checked out his blog do so this instant. (OK, finish reading mine first, and hurry back!) His latest post is about guitars, and how great-super-smashing-fantastic they are, and this got me to thinking that I hadn't picked my own up for a few weeks... this will need to be rectified and soon.
That's about all for now... stay safe children.
For the first time in a while, I'm sitting here at my desk listening to music again while 'working'.
The current soundtrack is Nirvana's Greatest Hits. I posted about this the other day... it's not until I have a break from music, then listen to it again, that I realize how important it is to my life. I love music. (Pauses for drum break in "Smells Like Teen Spirit"...)
In other news...
I bought Stephen King's new one, "Under The Dome", yesterday and it's a monster (yippee!) so I can look forward to a few days of excellent writing, griping plot, believable characters and a fantastic ending. He's one of my all time favorite authors and I have read all of his books. Seriously. All of them. From "Carrie" down to the last of the seven-book Dark Tower series... AND all the books he wrote as Richard Bachman. When I bought the book yesterday, the girlie in the bookshop asked me if I had read any others of his... so of course, trying not to sound too condescending I said "Well yes actually, all of them, and I own roughly 85% of his books also". Smug? Me?
Plans this week include not much... as I have no evening plans, I can sit and relax and immerse myself in Castle Mills, Maine, and the people thereof (it's where the new book takes place, obviously).
Oh, and a quick shout out to my friend Phil 'Junior' Dawson over in crazy Australia. He, and his good lady Kylie, are expecting their first child, so lots of love and congratulations to them. If you haven't checked out his blog do so this instant. (OK, finish reading mine first, and hurry back!) His latest post is about guitars, and how great-super-smashing-fantastic they are, and this got me to thinking that I hadn't picked my own up for a few weeks... this will need to be rectified and soon.
That's about all for now... stay safe children.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
The beautiful people
Now, I know that everyone has their perfect partner in the world, and I know beauty is only skin deep and blah blah blah but I just saw this story on the BBC website and I was sick in my mouth a little. Why do these sorts of stories about people bumping uglies never involve, say, Carmen Electra and George Clooney? By Odin's Sword these two are no oil paintings...
Noisy Sex Woman Loses Appeal Bid
Please, don't complain to me if seeing these two, and then seeing in your mind the images the story conjures, makes you give up your lunch.
I'm just the messenger.
Noisy Sex Woman Loses Appeal Bid
Please, don't complain to me if seeing these two, and then seeing in your mind the images the story conjures, makes you give up your lunch.
I'm just the messenger.
Right, internet, answer me this...
As my (admittedly simple) intellect can't seem to come up with a solution to this, I am throwing it open to the unwashed masses of internet-land.
Every night, I set the alarm for the time I need to wake up. The time I set it for gives me loads of time to get up, have a cup of tea, get washed & dressed, make sure my bag is packed etc. I'm not leaving things to the last minute as I used to do. The problem is, I never get woken up by the alarm - I always wake up at least 30 minutes before it's due to go off, and more often than not I wake up more than once in the night worrying about the time. Why?!
It's as though my mind panics at silly o'clock and thinks "you're gonna be late" so it clicks me awake to make sure I'm not late... but of course at 03:34 in the morning even the laziest of students would struggle to be late getting up at that time. I honestly am at a loss, and I can't remember the last time I was actually woken up by the alarm. Frustrating isn't the word. I don't have an excess amount of caffeine before I hit the pit, I'm not waking up with a dodgy prostate needing to pee like a derby winner... so what can I do?? All I want is to be able to get into bed, go to sleep, and then be woken up at the right time. It's not too much to ask, is it?
And quite often, if I've got things rolling around in my head like loose barrels in a storm-tossed sea clipper, I can struggle to get back to sleep at all. More than once I've been woken by some little switch in my head and then still been awake 2 hours later.
So there we go, that's my problem. (OK, that's one of my problems). Answers / suggestions / comments to the usual address...
Peace.
Every night, I set the alarm for the time I need to wake up. The time I set it for gives me loads of time to get up, have a cup of tea, get washed & dressed, make sure my bag is packed etc. I'm not leaving things to the last minute as I used to do. The problem is, I never get woken up by the alarm - I always wake up at least 30 minutes before it's due to go off, and more often than not I wake up more than once in the night worrying about the time. Why?!
It's as though my mind panics at silly o'clock and thinks "you're gonna be late" so it clicks me awake to make sure I'm not late... but of course at 03:34 in the morning even the laziest of students would struggle to be late getting up at that time. I honestly am at a loss, and I can't remember the last time I was actually woken up by the alarm. Frustrating isn't the word. I don't have an excess amount of caffeine before I hit the pit, I'm not waking up with a dodgy prostate needing to pee like a derby winner... so what can I do?? All I want is to be able to get into bed, go to sleep, and then be woken up at the right time. It's not too much to ask, is it?
And quite often, if I've got things rolling around in my head like loose barrels in a storm-tossed sea clipper, I can struggle to get back to sleep at all. More than once I've been woken by some little switch in my head and then still been awake 2 hours later.
So there we go, that's my problem. (OK, that's one of my problems). Answers / suggestions / comments to the usual address...
Peace.
Monday, 9 November 2009
So now we move on
Thank you, to all the people who have wished me well and passed on your condolences. As you can imagine it's been a hard couple of weeks, but as my dad would have said "enough now, get on with it". ('It' being whatever I'm supposed to be doing). And that's what this post is about really... we cremated my father last Wednesday, and so now it's time to move on and get on with life. I'll miss him, and always remember him, but I have a life to lead and a family to support so on we go.
A list of the little things that have happened & will happen
I cut my thumb on the ironing board at the weekend. How the fcuk can I cut my thumb open on the bloody ironing board??
I played football on Sunday and we lost 2 - 1 although I did quite well, getting fitter & better with each match.
We have a chimney sweep coming round today to sweep out our floo's (is that right?) so we can use our wood burning stove & real coal fire... the weather has changed, it was 2 degrees c. this morning and what better way to spend a cold evening that sat in front of a real fire?
I'm also playing football tonight, I now have a regular five-a-side game every week, so that will help with my fitness.
So that's about all so far... more posts more regularly from now on.
Peace.
A list of the little things that have happened & will happen
I cut my thumb on the ironing board at the weekend. How the fcuk can I cut my thumb open on the bloody ironing board??
I played football on Sunday and we lost 2 - 1 although I did quite well, getting fitter & better with each match.
We have a chimney sweep coming round today to sweep out our floo's (is that right?) so we can use our wood burning stove & real coal fire... the weather has changed, it was 2 degrees c. this morning and what better way to spend a cold evening that sat in front of a real fire?
I'm also playing football tonight, I now have a regular five-a-side game every week, so that will help with my fitness.
So that's about all so far... more posts more regularly from now on.
Peace.
Monday, 2 November 2009
My Father
Forgive the length of time since my last post. I just re-read it actually, and I can almost see myself sitting at my desk writing it, thinking my world was pretty much OK.
When I arrived home on that day (Thursday, 22nd of October) I was told that my father had passed away.
To say it was a shock is a massive understatement. He wasn't a sick man, or a weak man. He had been suffering from 'flu like symptoms' for about a week, and this had weakened him. It then appears he suffered a massive heart attack, and died at home. The post mortem has since revealed that he had an underlying 'coronary artery condition' that had never been picked up, and because he was weak from the 'flu like symptoms' his heart couldn't take it.
To say we are devastated is an understatement. My mother is of course destroyed, my sister is extremely upset and distraught.
I know you all wish to pass on your condolences to myself and my family, and I appreciate them all, but please don't feel the need to comment here. As you can all imagine, although this is extremely painful for me, I want to move on and not dwell on the misery and sorrow.
I loved my father very much, and I know he would not want me spending longer than necessary feeling like this. I will miss him a great deal, and will mourn him for a long time, but life goes on. I have a wife and son to look after, and a job to do, so I soldier on.
We are holding my father's funeral this Wednesday, so as you can imagine I won't be posting much then, but I will be back, and the best thing for you all to do for me is carry on as normal.
Thank you.
R.I.P Terry Molloy. 12/05/1950 - 22/10/2009.
When I arrived home on that day (Thursday, 22nd of October) I was told that my father had passed away.
To say it was a shock is a massive understatement. He wasn't a sick man, or a weak man. He had been suffering from 'flu like symptoms' for about a week, and this had weakened him. It then appears he suffered a massive heart attack, and died at home. The post mortem has since revealed that he had an underlying 'coronary artery condition' that had never been picked up, and because he was weak from the 'flu like symptoms' his heart couldn't take it.
To say we are devastated is an understatement. My mother is of course destroyed, my sister is extremely upset and distraught.
I know you all wish to pass on your condolences to myself and my family, and I appreciate them all, but please don't feel the need to comment here. As you can all imagine, although this is extremely painful for me, I want to move on and not dwell on the misery and sorrow.
I loved my father very much, and I know he would not want me spending longer than necessary feeling like this. I will miss him a great deal, and will mourn him for a long time, but life goes on. I have a wife and son to look after, and a job to do, so I soldier on.
We are holding my father's funeral this Wednesday, so as you can imagine I won't be posting much then, but I will be back, and the best thing for you all to do for me is carry on as normal.
Thank you.
R.I.P Terry Molloy. 12/05/1950 - 22/10/2009.
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