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IT IS WITH SOME CONSIDERABLE FUCKING PLEASURE THAT I JUST BOUGHT SOME FUCKING SIZE 36 JEANS AND FIT INTO THEM WITH MILES TO SPARE. Almost tried some 34s, but didn't want to spoil my jubilation This is as opposed to the horrifying size 38 that I had been for the last three or four fucking YEARS, and which sickened and disgusted me to realise I had become. This monstrous waist and circumstance led to my having to spend the intervening time like a kind of fucking sartorial leper, hobbling from shop to shop, buying jeans because they HAD some size 38s, not because I liked those particular jeans, begging shop assistants to just kill me and put me out of my trouserial misery. Yes, indeed, ladies, gentlemen and sexual man-leopards from the planet Zorbon Prime (with your high-bandwidth, testicular internet connections) - there is now, very tangibly, slightly fucking less of me to love. If you ask very, very nicely, you may lick me. LICK ME. LICK ME NOW. Tue, Nov. 10th, 2009, 12:27 pm
deathboy: rage

Frustration is: When your super-cheap, super-convenient USB and VGA KVM switch FINALLY arrives on the slow-boat from hong-kong, realising that you don't have a spare VGA lead. FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU... Tue, Nov. 10th, 2009, 07:25 am
shelcof: meltdown

Ok, so I had a fairly big meltdown yesterday. It didn't help that it was my 3rd nightshift in a row, that the nursing supervisor was giving me shit, and that I was exhausted. But when I found out that Bob (the parasite) was now "in a relationship" with his former friend with benefits I freaked out. I am so overwhelmed by the debt he left me, and how to manage it. He owes me so much money, and I am just barely scraping by. But to find out that he isn't suffering at all, but getting laid and 'with someone'...it just kills me. I don't want him back....I just want him to suffer, just a little for what he has done to me and my kids. I am pissed at her. I am pissed at him. I am so angry it makes me nauseous. I am taking his truck this week. Not out of revenge, but self preservation. Its being signed over to my name and I am selling it. I am trying desperately to cut all my ties to him. I don't want to see him at the grocery store, I don't want him picking up his mail here. I want to forget that he was ever in my life. I am STILL waiting for my student loan refund. I lost it on the phone with their people yesterday. poor guy. He promised he would have it looked at, and would email me. Still no email. Figures. One good thing, I took my change can to the store and coinstarred it. $50..yay. I can get my prescription allergy meds refilled. I can get milk and garbage bags. And probably I'll need gas. There is a light at the end of the tunnel....the end of the tunnel just isn't getting any closer.

I was in an antique shop* in Antwerp (Belgium) last Friday, and saw this GORGEOUS Victoriana wedding gown. So I HAD to get some pictures. I don't know what it costs, I was afraid I'd fall over backwards from hearing the price. * Don't ask me for the name of the shop, I totally forgot.( photos be here )

Things have evened themselves out over that past few months with the odd hiccup here and there. But I find that now when I look at the whole picture I see that while things hurt and go pear shaped, in the end I have come to realise that I'm stronger than I used to be and now will pick myself up and carry on or try to as much as I possibly can. I do get the odd days that it will come back and bite me on the arse, but hell who doesen't? I also have to realise that I'm not as huge and fat as I think I am. I've always had a bad self image of myself, and this does hinder me somewhat. I need to find a way for it to help me. I don't see myself as others do, and try as I might I can't.. so maybe I need to be taught how to? I'm not sure.. Life happens as does arguments and disagreements, whilst people don't always see eye to eye does not mean that they are not talking to you..I have to be an adult, I can't sit with my head in the sand hoping it will go away, cos it won't. I also will not try and take it personally when people let off steam at me. I have to realise that not everything is my fault and that I cannot take the blame for things that have feck all to do with me. Also when things may be my fault, that I should shrug and think 'fine I accept I'm not perfect and that we all make mistakes, sometimes bloody big ones.' And that it's pointless beating yourself up over it.. it happens. And not to get hurt of what you perceive to be indifference, it might be that it might not, but unless you ask, how are you going to know? I have always said that there was a darker side to me that I was quite afraid/ wary of, I plan to explore more of that and see where it leads, there are aspects to me that I never thought would see the light of day so to speak. But with one thing and another they have been coming more and more to the fore, almost demanding that their part in making up me, be heard and sometimes acted upon..and I do want to act upon a few of them ;) Free will and all that but I have the chance to explore things and I intend to do exactly that. All in all I have grounded myself where I needed to, just a re evaluation of myself so I now have a starting place to build myself from again.. and to try to make the most out of what I have got..

Probably need to get this Hellraiser fixation out of my system sooner rather than later. I just opened my LJ client to find the unposted phrase: What's your pleasure, sir?If I didn't know that it was ME that left that there for ME, having been too drunk, beligerent or just plain weird to not actually post it, I might be quite spooked. Don't appear to have set my desktop to THE BOX, so that's a winner. 3 movies down, 4 to go, I think.

there was still maffball going on. seems like a world away. there will be more fun in the future.

The problem with cold clear evenings like this is that they make me want to drag my tripod and camera into the City with me after work, to get long exposure¹ shots of the offices and streets at night (or to play around with bracketing for exposure blending). Unfortunately, this is probably not the week for such hijinks - I've got something lined up every evening. ¹ Though, given how the weather feels, exposure's possibly the word.

augh! Any Objective-C coders lend me a hand? All of my static arrays get warns as being not used (they're all used, trust me). I think it's a scoping issue, that they're defined in the C-like context, not belonging to any Objective-C object, then referred to within Objective-C classes, but as they're not touched in the context they were created in, they somehow get flagged as unused. It's not fatal, but it's making a fucking mess of my output window, with hundreds of unnecessary warn lines. Anyone got a clue? Yours, Little Scotty Codepants (33 1/3)

Today's fun webcomic find from IRC: John and JohnIt's crude and crass and takes a while to get funny, but has given me a few real belly laughs :) Quite similar to the often excellent explosm in places. syndicated at: johnandjohn

And the prompts are: Option 1: *not a drop to drink *changeling *mannequin dance *stealing the remote Option 2:  Retro Marrakech, courtesy of Xerald on deviantart.com Option 3: ( Writing/ Poetry Contest )Option4: Submit a recent excerpt of your NaNo novel that describes you as a writer through the following: style, theme, tone, or diction.

I'm going to knit Berocco's March, and the yarn it's made for is a US yarn, 198m/100g and 20sts to 4" on 5mm needles. I know of quite a lot of aran and DK weight yarns, but I'm a bit stumped on sensible subs for this gauge of yarn. Before I decide to knit it to a completely different gauge, do any of you know a yarn like that which is more easily available in the UK? I'd like a soft yarn that's fairly warm (natural or synthetic fibres are fine - it doesn't need to be the same blend as the original) and it also has to be available in solid colours, because I'm not keen on variegated or tweedy yarn. Hopefully I'm not being too picky and some of you can help :)

Finished watching Hellraiser III, it was excellently crap :) I love things that reek of the 90s. You could tell from the awful font at the very start that you were about to watch some Quality. Also, this evening, I bought iSequence for the iPod Touch (/iPhone), made a little tune on it in about 20 mins. It's good fun! Another ace toy to make musical sketches with, which I can develop into full songs later. DeathBoy - Hypnobeat (sketch)As I say, this was less than a half hour's noodling, uses 5 channels (the app only has 5!), and just 4 patterns, with me riding the volume levels to give it a bit of song texture / bring elements in and out. (not my video, but a good demo)The built in soft synth sounds are good, lots of decent lead synths, pads, basslines, etc, and some meaty drum kit noises. In terms of sequencing, it resembles a tracker with a horizontal time graph. So yar. Pleasant ending to a basically shit day, thanks to new software toys and awful horror movies. Just waiting up to see if kirsten appears before I go to bed. I shall read the next Polity book by Neal Asher, as I just finished the 1st one, Prador Moon, and quite enjoyed it. Night night, ballbags!

Not a lot, actually. On Friday, valkyriekaren and I went to see Mitch Benn at the Bloomsbury Theatre, again. He's got a new album out (and a book too), so his set featured some new material, as well as old favourites (although the track generally known as Press The Red Button Now has been updated, after six years of performance). Another fine gig, and another signed CD at the end of it (along with a flyer for his bassist's other band, Siskin (not Skew Siskin, for childeric's benefit)). And the rest of the weekend was wonderfully unstructured, mostly based around the concepts of lie-in, grazing and playing a PC adventure game of the genre best described as "wander around, poke things, pick things up, talk to people, work out where things go and put them there to unlock the next thing", during the course of completing which our character, ostensibly a lawyer, committed fraud, trespass, theft (including graverobbing¹), blackmail and destruction of property (including by dramatic explosive means), among other offences. Oh, and gratuitous encouragement of an orphan with learning difficulties to assist us with our illicit schemes, before abandoning them and skipping town without any apparent second thought. (¹ Resulting in K singing my favourite Meteors song for a while ... Slow Down, You Graverobbing Bastard)
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