Oh-oh

I really must start putting the interesting bits I find into my blog rather than passing them to Feorag and Charlie for inclusion in theirs. Over the past few weeks there have been several interesting things that I've come across and in every instance I've passed it to someone else.

For example, the rant on Kevin Carlyon's website, where he declared himself to be immortal, not to mention that he was going to raise the ghost of Nessie. This is after he put a protection spell on Loch Ness so that she wouldn't be caught! And he insists that in the Harry Potter film the broomstick is being ridden the wrong way. Apparently we only started to depict witches on broomsticks with the bristles at the back when we discovered the principles of aerodynamics. Of course, this flys (oops! bad pun) in the face of woodcut illustrations in 16th century chapbooks (before aerodynamics) where the bristles are at the back, but when did Kev ever let the facts get in the way of a publicity stunt.

My feeling is that this is a guy who really need to get out more.

Peeve

Today I did some errands for one of the doctors and as I arrived in the department (up two flights of stairs) I was gasping for breath. The combination of asthma, stress and physical exercise does not go together.

So there I am, gasping, and what does the doctor do? He laughs ...... ! big joke.......! In the end the boss thought I ought to have a puff of an inhaler (which we happen to keep in the departmental drug cabinet). So it has a happy ending after all.

Urghh

I am at work. I have a horrible complicated job to do that requires all my concentration. I have a migrane.

This begs the question why couldn't the migrane have held off until tommorrow? Alternatively I could ask Why couldn't I have been given this job last week?

The answer in both cases is "because that would be too easy".

Maybe I will write something when I feel human.

Retard of the Day

Just noticed this in my local newspaper.

"A teen pop star lost four fingers when he waved to fans as he climbed out of a helicopter. Crowds screamed in horror as the whirling rotor blades sliced through 16-year-old Ricardo Abarca's hand at Guatemala City airport."

Now correct me if I'm wrong but I always thought that the rotors were the principle feature of a helicopter, and the fact that they took time to stop was why people usually ducked down as they got off them. And if I know it then surely a 16-year-old boy who is travelling in one should know it.

Or do helicopters act differently for celebrities?

I Don't Believe It

This morning when I went to the boss's office for the usual what do you want me to do today meeting, I burst into tears. All he'd said was "Good morning, How are you today?"

The reason for the extreme reaction?

I got a phone call from the boyfriend last night telling me that a friend had committed suicide. Not a close friend, just someone that we knew from the astronomy society, but close enough that we would always stop and chat if we met on the street and who had been to our Manchester flat a few times. Under normal circumstances I think I would have said it's a shame and after giving appropriate words of sympathy to relatives would have got on with my life. But this year has been different. This is the fourth person that I know personally who had died since March.

First a guy that lives a floor above me fell down the stone steps of the tenement, resulting in my being "under house arrest" for the best part of the evening (the police woman was very nice and just said politely that I couldn't leave, and when I protested was told that if I really wanted she could make it official) Charlie wrote something in his blog at the time. A couple of weeks after that the old man who lives immediately above me died of a stroke.

My friend, David, died of a heart attack recently (which was the impetus for me starting this blog)., and now this.......

It has gradually built up and is taking it's toll on me. If I sat down and wrote out everything that has happened this year to submit as a plot line for a soap it would be dismissed as unbelieveable. I am sure people are beginning to think that I am a drama queen making it all up to get attention. I wish I was, because then it wouldn't be so horrible and I wouldn't be feeling as though I am sitting on a knife edge between complete hysteria and total numbness. I feel helpless, as though I am an unwilling passenger on a out of control roller-coaster, and at the moment I just want to get off and have my life go back as it was, nice and calm with nothing more than minor storms in teacups.

Whilst writing this entry I am holding down the urge to scream because I am at work and screaming will scare the patients. So, in the words of Penelope Pitstop HAAAAYYYYYLLP!!!!!

Friends 2

It would appear that things have been patched up between me and the guy on the mailing list. Not sure if it means that we are friends again, but at least it means we aren't enemies, so the various people who are in the middle can breath easy.

I'll just have to wait and see what happens.

Friends

Well I just found out that my friend Charlie didn't win a Hugo, which is a shame because the nominated story was mighty fine. On the positive side it might mean that we can get his ego under control, because for the last couple of months it has been running away with itself, and trying to take over the world (narf). Currently I'm having a break from The Ego because Charlie took it to San Jose along with his long term partner Feorag. They arrive back next weekend at which point I (and anyone else within radius) will have to put up with the tales of what we did on our trip to California repeated add nauseum and it's no good saying that you've heard that tale because in five mins time you will get it again...... and again..... and again.....

But this is what you get when you have a self important, self obsessed couple as your best friends.