New Year Ramble

So it's New Years Eve today. Everyone else I know is busy getting themselves ready to hit the streets and party like there's a liquor shortage! Me, on the other hand, will be pouring said liquor for said punters. Yep. I'm working on New Years Eve. No new years kissage for this old bird. Just work, work, work.

But working comes with its rewards.
For example.

the other night at the pub, I was relegated the job of wedging the lemons and limes. So while i'm playing with slippery fruit and a rather sharp chef's knife, I spaced and began working on a story i've started to write. I was able to plot out a sub plot, rewrite scenes etc. It was productive.

I was also able to do a little bit of shopping and partying this weekend. Went out with D and got rather drunk. Some lesbian was hitting on me at the hetro Dublin CAstle. Granted, I was more interested in the Italian stud she had with her. He was yummy. Lucy came over yesterday and we hung out in Camden. Bought some more bling for my hat and a bottle of DK Be Delicious, which was on serious sale!

I stat work at 7:30pm tonight and will find my bed tomorrow around 7am. Lets hope everyone comes and parties hard, tips me extravagantly (cos the brits don't tip at all!!!!) and has a good time.

Then its back to the office from the 2nd. bleh!

Bring on the Egg Nog

Hello Everyone,

Boy am I lucky to be around to write this post. Xmas, was, shall I say…eventful. As any holiday celebration should be. There was turkey, wine, cheese, crackers, police, Quality Streets and Amarula. Same old, same old.

Ok, so the police aren’t usually guests to my xmassy celebrations, but these were extenuating circumstances.

See, we (P and I) were invited to Nats place for xmas lunch. We went over after twelve, armed with the turkey and vege and began the whole chopping and peeling and basing thing. Once the turkey was in the oven, we went through to the tv room to do the gift unwrapping and cheese and crackers thing.
We had just unwrapped the first gifts when suddenly, it rained chopped marrows and eggplants. Nats psycho roommate had walked into the kitchen, saw the festive preparations, freaked out and threw the vege at me through the pigeon hole. She then proceeded to throw the rest of our vege off the balcony onto the grass below. She then stormed into the tv room hurtling abuse at not only Nats, but P and myself too. Going on about how Nats didn’t ask permission etc etc.

Just for the record, Nats had arranged it with her other roommates and seeing as how psycho wasn’t talking to her, she had to have the message relayed, which it obviously wasn’t.

Anyways, she retreats to her room and we shrug, and carry on with our festivities. Psycho then storms back into the room and tries to attacks Nats. I jump up and hold her off. (she’s not that big, and I could easily take her on.) She retreats again only to come back a few minutes later while Nats is on the phone to the cops. Again, I fend the psychotic loon off. Nats seems to be having a hard time on the phone with the cops, so I take the phone and with a few short words, gets the desk sergeant to agree to send over a patrol car. We then beat a hasty tactical retreat to my flat, turkey still intact and in tow.

We’re about to settle down when psycho starts beating the door and carrying o about the phone, which was missing. We didn’t know a thing about it, she obviously threw it out with our vege.

So she’s going off when suddenly the main door bell rings. P, in a bit of a state turns to me and says ‘It’s Denise.’

Denise? Who the fuck is Denise?

I took the intercom – It’s the Police!!

I let them in and they caught Psycho at the door. The one male officer took her into her flat and had serious words with her, while the female officer came into our flat and spoke to Nats.

They were obviously not happy to be called out, but I would rather the cops sorted her out than me throwing her down the two flights of stairs.

Anyways, we chilled, had the turkey, watched xmassy movies and Nats stayed the night. She snuck home this morning to collect her things for work then left.

P and I are currently having a historical action movie fest with Braveheart, Robin Hood and a few others lined up.

Bring on the port.

Its a misty xmas.

Hi everyone,

As you know, I'm a huge music fan. I especially love it when bands make an effort to be funny, sharp, and self deprecating in thier music videos.

Fall Out Boy's new video for the first single'This ain't a scene, it's an arms race' from thier new album 'Infinity on High'. They don't take themselves seriously, which is great! The video is pure fun. You know what, here it is - judge for yourself. Theh ending has a great pay off!!

Wet Pants

You gotta love living with a guy. Take yesterday for example. I called P knowing that he'll only rise at about 9am (joys of being a waiter) and reminded him of teh pile of laundry that he said he'd do. Apparently he did the laundry, cos by the time I dragged my exhausted carcass home, the pile was gone from the middle of the living room floor - don't ask.

I promptly passed out in bed (it was only 9pm). At about 12:30am, I was awoken by P and his cousin coming home. Have never met said cousin and left him sleeping on my couch this morning. I have work tonight and wanted to wear my jeans, so i asked P if he had hung up the laundry. He muttered something and disappeared for a while. I went back to sleep, but woke up a little later. Turns out that P put the laundry in the washer but didn't hang it up until I reminded him when he got home. If I ha known this, I would have hung it up myself.

SO today, I threw on damp jeans, which froze solid the moment I walked out the door. And yes, I only have one pair of jeans. I wil buy more the moment I can affor to.

But that isn't the end of my night. Oh no. After waking up the second time, I couldn't fall back asleep. I blame the few pots of coffee I drank yesterday at work. I was wired from about 1am til 3am, then dozed until 6am. Crawled out at 7am and made it to work in time for our end of year meeting/debriefing etc.

Now for the past few weeks, I have been contemplating leaving my current job for anything better paying, regardless of career progress etc. My boss outlined the strategy for next year and the sheer volume of work lining up was enough to make me want to hide under my desk. Overwhelmed just isn't the word. And just as I was running through my various options, up comes this proposition. Next year sometime, he will be looking to recruit an events manager.

Dammit! Thats the carrot to my proverbial donkey. Looks like i'll be sticking around.

Loaded the new media player update. Spent yesterday drooling over the new look and the options and downloaded some xmas songs - turns out i had none. SO now i'm getting all xmassy, well, kind of. maybe its just the cold that i'm mistaking for xmas spirit. SOOOO damn cold. Global warming my ass!

Blogville is also very quiet with the ghosts of bloggers on leave. Am I too much of a geek to not blog during the festive season? yes, I have no life. and due to this i'm looking forward to work tonight.

Ok, i'm actually looking forward to seeing one of my two bosses at the pub.

I am Insano, queen of the geeks. I embrace my geekness and lesser geeks must bow before me.

Festive Mess

Its the week before xmas. I'm trying really hard to summon up some enthusiasm about it.

wait...

i think....

Big Whoop.

Ok. There it is. My xmas jolliness.

Last night on the way home, I scraped the last few silver coins in my purse together and decided to try something new. I went to the Devonshire Arms. On the outside, a very pleasant looking Tudor style pub. On the inside, a meeting place for the alternatively inclined. And by alternative I mean rock/goth/metal etc. I managed to afford a half pint an sat at the bar taking in the strange hominess of the place. Maybe it was because it reminded me of the Doors pub and grub at home. Only without the couches and harder looking goths. Any other person I bet would be rather nervous venturing into such a underworld portal. I wasn't. Funny, that.

Anyone planning to go to the movies this holiday? check this out first

I'll get philosophical later today. I'm only one cup of coffee down so far.

Mulled Wine

Life with P is currently getting on my nerves. In fact, by next week, I think he would have found my last nerve and fed it into his PS2 and used it to play Crash Bandicoot.
Granted its only been a week, but my fuck! I'm going to KILL him!
I guess I got spoilt living by myself, enjoying the peace and quiet and not getting woken up at ridiculous hours by certain roomies falling through the door at all hours from drinking binges after work.
I like having space for my stuff and not having to trip over his bag of clothes taking up most of my living room floor.
I like having to do only two loads of laundry a week instead of four and not running out of space to hang everything.

I miss my space. My space has been invaded. I don't like invasions. He has GOT to GO!!!

So today is a day that begs for the soundtrack by The Used. Its wet and freezing outside and very dark. I have a mountain of work and I can't seem to find the first foothold to get over it. Fuck it! I'm gonna do as much as I can, but if that isn't good enough for them, then sod it! I'm only a mechanism in the machine that is The Man. And The Man be damned! I guess the secret of advertising is to actually like what you're selling. Maybe its just me, but photographs and floorplans don't really send me into a creative spin. sigh!

I think, the root problem is - I haven't gone shopping in ages. I'm suffering retail therapy withdrawal. When I was on vaca, I splurged on some T-shirts and it felt good. I haven't done a decent bought of therapy in ages, mainly due to my money crisis. BLEH!

Moving on from a totally negative post...i need chocolate. Speaking of, try making coconut hot choc with a dash of rum. yummy!!

Mash

I'm not a big fan of dance music, or of Justin Timberlake, but I really loved this mix of the Robbie Williams Rudebox and JTs Sexy Back.