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Wednesday, December 7, 2005

Caretaking Goldfish

I havent posted for a few days, mainly because nothing much happened in the last couple of days . I wasn’t in the humour either because I was having a domestic- its all sorted out He was in a bad mood over his cannon I told him I wished he was obsessive about getting me an engagement ring as much as he was getting a camera. I didn’t mean to say it - it was one of those think aloud out sentences that you cant take back but you don’t give a shite that you’ve said it anyway. My shock statement seemed to put a stop to his gallop as would any bloke ..
I must clean out the goldfish tank Ive been out of sync doing it because of my hand being kinda opened with the stitches and I didn’t want any fish crapiola getting in there and with my run of luck lately Id grow fucking giles and have an even shorter attention span than I already have…..where was I??? Oh right yeah the goldfish - Murdoc and Noodle, they are swimming around in a London fog at the moment and on Friday I took out the stitches myself at work - some of the guys at work watched when I did it and there was a certain measure of respect earned from this deed. Big burly builders like them should be scaffolding in floral dresses. One of the more timid ones called me sick for doing it myself. So now the fish are in for a slime clearout on a daily basis (with two fish it’s a lot of crapiola)
The forgetting room it slowly slowly taking shape but it’s a massive undertaking with so much stuff to clear out and not having a point B for the point A to move it around. Everything is covered in sawdust. My Mum went off to new york yesterday for her annual shopping spree apparently its snowing there at the moment. Something that would upset me deeply if it was me going around NY I have terrible coordination in the snow and when I was in Canada the people put me to shame there - I remember shuffling around outside the street where my ex-fiancee lived and a guy jogged by- that’s sheer mastery for you.
Read Ds Blog the other day - he seems to have embraced the fact that he could be teetering between this world and the next - I read on the bbc news yesterday some scientist / doctors did a study and if couples row for more than 30 mins the stress factor delays a wound from healing up to 24 hours. No wonder I was in such a jocker with my section when eibhe was born with colic the stress factor went through the roof and was 3 months before it closed up…

Friday, December 2, 2005

Cyber Alternate Universe

Napoleon crowned emperor in notre dame cathedral george seurat(painter) birthday

Have you ever played the alternate game by tapping your name into the search box of a browser and see who else shares your name and what profession they keep? Here is my alternate cyber family and their professions.
I am a feminist writer and head of an international law firm (two professions I would have to be coerced into) Im also an australian fibre artist in my part time too.
My Daughter Luci is a professional cricket player for the south african team
- While her sister has yet to make her mark in the alternate universe.
Ryan is a reporter in LA and when hes not doing that hes an artist for the house of windsor
Maureen my sister is a cellest and also serving time on death row
Wil, my brother is a corporate business director
John my younger brother is a catholic writer
patrick my youngest brother is a filmographer
my mother is a professor of sociology
and my father is a tenor
sounds like the most dysfunctional albeit successful family ever !
Strange thing about it in the cyber universe you can be whatever you want to be, I can have my own site and claim to have the looks of an amazon queen who is looking for an ideal husband but men are intimidated with my beauty when really my name is verne and I live with my mama in a piss stenched cabin in the everglades. Its gods gift to the walter mittys of this world, a place to find love and a place for prey of innocence and weak willed , a place for the lonely and bored- but if I was to condense it to one emotion or word its escapisim. We sit in front of our pcs to escape this world into a world far crazier and dangerous than our own. Jesus I better stop, Im bumming myself out here! I wonder what Bill Hicks would make of this cyber world I doubt he would notice as he would be too busy lobbying to get damien thorn out of washington. Bill, the feckless world needs you more now than ever - you are sorely missed...
My mother came home from Vegas this morning, She sounded wrecked but it was a once in a lifetime trip for her and so glad she enjoyed it so much. No doubt as soon as she has the minimal sleep she'll be scooting over to see the girls and get as much of a fix from them before she buggers off to new york on a mad shopping frenzy..

Insomniac Baby

Rosa Parks refuses to give up her bus seat - woody allens birthday
Eibhe must have been eating coffee on the sly yesterday when ryans back was turned because nothing short of plank of wood and a blow to the head would have put her into an unconcious state last night. Everytime you try to give out to her or tell her to go 'bishy bye' (her baby speak for sleep ) she just stared at you mischievously and smiled as if to say no way. She is using that ploy way too much and knows that it makes us explode with laughter and we walk away expecting the other to be stronger of composition to deligate the verbals- but its getting increasingly difficult ..It was nigh on 11 before we got her up to bed and on those heals her sister wakes up - a supply of dosal will have to be got , its either that or cloraform....