Over to you Fletch......
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Take it away Fletch
In my comments yesterday it was suggested that Fletch take the reins here for a few days while I do what I have to do, so with immediate effect I am leaving you in his in capable hands for a day or three. Whether he will actually post remains to be seen given the er, current lack of activity on his own blog recently but you never know! ;o)
Over to you Fletch......
Over to you Fletch......
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Rush, rush, rush!
The interview went well I think, at least I didn't cock it up spectacularly or make an utter fool of myself despite my propensity for doing so! Time will tell.
Now I have the afternoon left and a checklist to attend to, washing/ironing/push the vacuum about the place/make bed/pack again, yada, yada, yada...then it's back on the road again for me until, well, until whenever.
I have run out of 'autoposts' and the time or inclination to rectify the situation so I'll get back here when I can, though my opportunity to connect to the interweb will again be very limited.
Ok, where's that list.....
Now I have the afternoon left and a checklist to attend to, washing/ironing/push the vacuum about the place/make bed/pack again, yada, yada, yada...then it's back on the road again for me until, well, until whenever.
I have run out of 'autoposts' and the time or inclination to rectify the situation so I'll get back here when I can, though my opportunity to connect to the interweb will again be very limited.
Ok, where's that list.....
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Quick turnaround
I'm back but only very briefly, for the previously mentioned job interview that inconveniently is scheduled for early tomorrow morning. After that I'm off again, back south until whenever, to carry on with my necessary 'duties'.
I feel like I have spent most of the last week on the M25 or the M40 and an extra trip back here to Cambridge I could have well done without but hey ho, I have to give it a shot at least. Quite how I am going to get my head into any reasonable state of even apparent intelligence for an interview I'm not sure at this moment, but you never know, maybe pigs do fly! ;o)
I feel like I have spent most of the last week on the M25 or the M40 and an extra trip back here to Cambridge I could have well done without but hey ho, I have to give it a shot at least. Quite how I am going to get my head into any reasonable state of even apparent intelligence for an interview I'm not sure at this moment, but you never know, maybe pigs do fly! ;o)
Monday, 9 June 2008
Sunday, 8 June 2008
Horribly, hilariously accurate!
When you have to visit a public toilet, you usually find a line of
women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you
check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't
matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum,no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if
there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,(Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with
your pants and assume 'The Stance'.
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd
love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had
tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one
that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to
hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have
to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your
chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,
tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing
altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of
course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare
bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the
uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there
was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because
you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused
that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the
inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum
and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto
the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the
wet
toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you
found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors,
so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line
of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very
end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
(Where was that when you NEEDED it?)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell
her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.
As you exit, you spot your singificant other, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your
bag hanging around your neck?
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest
rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to
the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other
commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so
the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex
under the door.
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so
accurately.
...and on a personal note I might add, when one is only 5' short, trying to 'adopt the stance' at all presents a whole other set of problems! You guys have it easy!
women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you
check for feet under the cubicle doors. Every cubicle is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman
leaving the cubicle. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't
matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mum,no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your bag on the door hook, if
there was one, so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck,(Mum would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!) down with
your pants and assume 'The Stance'.
In this position, your aging, toneless, thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd
love to sit down, but having not taken time to wipe the seat or to lay toilet paper on it, you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you
discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Dear, if you had
tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one
that's still in your bag (the bag around your neck, that now you have to
hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have
to do, so you crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your bag, which is hanging around your neck in front of your
chest and you and your bag topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious,
tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, while losing your footing
altogether and sliding down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of
course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare
bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the
uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there
was any, even if you had taken time to try.
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because
you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because,
frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused
that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the
inside of the bowl and spraying a fine mist of water that covers your bum
and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force and you grab onto
the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the
wet
toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a sweet wrapper you
found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the taps with the automatic sensors,
so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line
of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very
end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
(Where was that when you NEEDED it?)
You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell
her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.
As you exit, you spot your singificant other, who has long since entered, used and left the men's toilet. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your
bag hanging around your neck?
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with any public rest
rooms/toilets (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to
the men what really does take us so long. It also answers that other
commonly asked question about why women go to the toilets in pairs. It's so
the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your bag and hand you Kleenex
under the door.
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so
accurately.
...and on a personal note I might add, when one is only 5' short, trying to 'adopt the stance' at all presents a whole other set of problems! You guys have it easy!
Saturday, 7 June 2008
Friday, 6 June 2008
Friday fun - 50 trax
Don't blame me, Fletch has been at it again! Another little game, this time it's musical knowledge, fifty tracks, fifty artists, mixed into one five minute slot, a possible score of 100, the highest so far is 67.
If it's any consolation I scored 11! ;o)
It's HERE.
....and I'm expecting an impressive score from one of you!!
If it's any consolation I scored 11! ;o)
It's HERE.
....and I'm expecting an impressive score from one of you!!
Thursday, 5 June 2008
O...M...G!
I have an interview for a job I actually want, in help desk support!
Whodathunkit!!
It's gonna make the next few days even more frantic but there's nothing new in that.... my timing has always been 'immaculate' ;o)
Whodathunkit!!
It's gonna make the next few days even more frantic but there's nothing new in that.... my timing has always been 'immaculate' ;o)
There may be a short intermission
It might be a little quiet around here in gemmak's-ville for a few days (less cheering please) because I have to go away for short time. Thankfully things yesterday went as well as could be expected *heaves massive sigh of relief*, but my services and priorities are required elswhere and I may not have the time, inclination or facility to update with such regular monotony for a day or five.
I'll try to pop in, at least via my phone if nothing else, but no guarantees, life for the immediate future is going to be somehwhat fraught and unpredictable and I can only 'play it by ear'.
I have left a few 'auto posts' courtesy of Blogger but other than that I will back asap....
I'll try to pop in, at least via my phone if nothing else, but no guarantees, life for the immediate future is going to be somehwhat fraught and unpredictable and I can only 'play it by ear'.
I have left a few 'auto posts' courtesy of Blogger but other than that I will back asap....
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Hope
If I was a Christian/Hindu/Buddhist etc. I would pray, if I was a hypocrit I would pray but as I am none of those I can only have hope, and put my trust and faith in the knowledge and skills of those, who today hold the life of someone very close to me in their hands.....
Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Fancy these in your back garden?
Where do you go on those days you need some little pleasure to lift your spirits? Well me, I go HERE, and I have done for years, to 'A Piece of my mind', a blog guaranteed to make me smile within seconds. The mere sight of the word 'updated' by the name on my blogroll, is enough to improve my day!
'A Piece of my mind' is just one of the virtual homes of Leesa, a lady of impressive talent. Her blog is in the main a photographic one...and what photographs they are! Not only does she posses impressive technical ability and a gift for composition but her subject matter is completely amazing! Centered around her home in Montana much of her work focuses on the local wildlife (though for those of you not utterly enthralled by wildlife there is much in the way of alternatives) and what she comes up with is an absolute treat and genuinely fit to rival even the most experienced pro.
Really, I can't do her efforts justice here, you have to go take a look for yourself! To whet your appetite here are a few of her latest offerings but I promise you a visit to the rest will brighten your day and once you have had your fill of her blog you will want to see more at her Wildvizionz site or on Flickr.
All images with kind permission and © Wildvizionz.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Uhh?
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This look of utter 'vacancy' about sums up my ability to think of anything remotely worth even considering blogging today! I've had a lot on my mind recently and I think it's just given up the ghost this morning and mutated into something mushy and useless!
In fact I have a lot to do per se but I'm mostly just sitting about staring into space doing sod all and drinking copious amounts of coffee.
Sunday, 1 June 2008
Springwatch!
It's Springwatch time again, this is a good thing for any of you in any doubt...and I might suggest that for those like myself, obsessed with all things living (spiders excepted of course),
if you haven't already been there, a visit to the live webcams is a fab way to wile away a few hours minutes in wonderment :o)
This year they have even succeeded in getting some footage of the extremely elusive and rare Scottish Wildcat in the first week!
Ok, I'm an animal anorak!
if you haven't already been there, a visit to the live webcams is a fab way to wile away a few This year they have even succeeded in getting some footage of the extremely elusive and rare Scottish Wildcat in the first week!
Ok, I'm an animal anorak!
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Schmap
Fame at last!
Ok, fame is maybe overplaying my hand somehwhat here but if you remember a few weeks back I mentioned that Schmap had contacted me to say they had shortlisted one of my photos for their site....well it was chosen! :o)
It's HERE, listed under 'La Misericordia Bull Ring' though you might have trouble finding it, the link seems a bit flaky so here it is too:
In all honesty it's not one I would have chosen but I'm not about to complain! ;o)
Ok, fame is maybe overplaying my hand somehwhat here but if you remember a few weeks back I mentioned that Schmap had contacted me to say they had shortlisted one of my photos for their site....well it was chosen! :o)
It's HERE, listed under 'La Misericordia Bull Ring' though you might have trouble finding it, the link seems a bit flaky so here it is too:
In all honesty it's not one I would have chosen but I'm not about to complain! ;o)
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