Swiped from jessicus

( the meme of ever increasing desperate attempts to procrastinate )

So between me not being able to do the whole putting one word after another thing very well at the moment and the bloke having a day off today, I have not really accomplished anything much today other than fuck about with the camera.

( randomness )

When I was working for the man I always looked for stupid crap to amuse myself with when the boss wasn't looking and I just couldn't face writing yet another report that would never be read by anyone except myself. Anyway, it was on one of those days that I discovered this site. Go on click. I know you want to. So stupidly cool isn't it?

Anyway I don't have a colour printer any more (the climate here is so dry, the ink would dry up in the nozzles in a matter of days so we gave up on having one at home), but I bloody love this site. So dammit, its up to you guys to let me have fun vicariously through you. I challenge you to find something, print it out, make it and post a pic of your handiwork.

Got tagged by azzy.

Handbag Meme
1. Take a picture of your bag.
2. Now dump everything out and neatly adjust them, and take a picture (no matter how embarrassing).
3. Talk about the items inside. Detail.
4. Tag 6 people (don't tag the person that was already tagged).

( my personal baggage )

So the last few weeks I have been fairly relentless in up updating my journal with utter codswallop, mainly because I really didn't want to moan yet again about having writers block. But I do. And bad enough some things I should have done by now are not even started. I don't mind forcing out a short story now and again, I think its good for me to have to write even when I don't want to, but the things that I really care about are going to have to wait until I am feeling a bit more inspired again. I will get there, it just will have to wait until I am really ready to though. God, was that suitably emo enough?

Fucking hell, I just want my brain to feel like its on fire again.

Bit of a strangely flinch-worthy bit in the beginning, but its ok, you guys are tougher than you look and it is only animation.

Yes of course I am procrastinating. Just a couple of recipes for you. Both are stupidly quick to do and really good, so the appear on our table frequently. I should explain the names though, the husband isn't good with recipe titles and ends up calling our meals names like “that eggplant thing” and “you know that lentil thing that isn't dal”, so I left you with the bloke-ified titles. For the humour value mainly.

( feed me )

Stolen in a fit of amusement from fated_oph3lia

1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
goodbye_sun needs to get a life. [oh fuck off google gods]

2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
It looks like goodbye_sun giving head. [charming]

3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
goodbye_sun does dubai. [again, charming]

4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
goodbye_sun hates you. [such presumption]

5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:
goodbye_sun. Has she gone mute since it has been discovered she is Mario's girl? She only speaks when spoken to." [what the???]

6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:
goodbye_sun loves to give head, some say she is great at it!!! [no comment]

7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:
Succumbing to this social pressure to eat flesh, goodbye_sun eats a hot dog. [*snorts and looks up at question 6*]

8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:
After centuries of speculation about her true identity, the woman known around the world as goodbye_sun has been identified... [as...?]

9: Type in "[your name] died" in Google Search:
goodbye_sun was murdered by the Scientology Cult Mentality. [I always suspected them...]

10: Type in "[your name] will" in Google search:
goodbye_sun and the band will be joined by a surprise celebrity bass player! [Oh dear - not a bass player. They are dangerous by nature. How about a tattooed, muscle bound, introverted spoken word artist instead?]

Fucking hell, I am just little miss Mary sunshine today. Both the short stories I worked on tonight just drained me. I am going to have to rework my alternate universe one because it is just too preachy and emo. I though it would be easy to cheat and use my post apocalypse universe, but none of us need the guilt of the cause of doom I envisioned for that one.

So anyway I need happy thoughts. Tell me something good that happened to you today. Anything really. Big or small.

I finally picked up the Angus and Julia Stone cd. That is my happy.

Whoever both of you are – I just wanted to say thank you. I really didn't do a great job of already, I just felt a bit conspicuous and seriously dorky saying so in the comments at simsecret. It made me seriously happy though, and quite frankly knocked that bit of writers block I have been contending with well out of the way. I have gotten more done in the past three hours as I managed in the last two weeks. Not that I don't appreciate any of the comments I get, I seriously do, its just this made me feel extra special at a time when I really needed it. Now stop it. I'm not used to the attention. Go tell the other writers you like how much you like them too. I promise they will appreciate it as much as I do.

Shit. I need to do this fast, my internet keeps dropping out and the lights are flickering. I don't know how much longer either is going to stay on. I never imagined they would go off so fast. I always thought there would be at least power for the first day or so, but its only been a few hours since it has really started here. I just sort of wish I paid more attention to what was going on. I mean to most people it was easy to miss, but I should have noticed. I really should have noticed, I mean how many times have I joked about being prepared for this. I will never forgive myself for not taking the warning signs more seriously.

From up here you can hear what is going on down in the city centre. So much for a house that overlooks the city being an advantage. I would rather not know what is heading our way sometime tonight. That has to be where it really took hold. Poor fucking bastards down there never really had a chance. I don't think we really do either. Its too late to try and go anywhere, and in the dark its just asking for it anyway, so we are staying put. As soon as I post this we are going to try and shift everything we can upstairs and then do our best to stay quiet. They aren't supposed to notice you if you are quiet right?

But then it wasn't supposed to happen this fast. There should have been more warning. We should have had time to get somewhere more safe. We should have been able to warn more people. I guess that's why I had to do this. So at least some of you have more chance than we did. I hope at least some of you.

Sorry I can't say much more I really have to go now, that noise, its starting to sound less like noise more like screams, so it won't be much longer now before they are here. Good luck to you all. ( And remember to aim for the head. )

'Warcraft' Sequel Lets Gamers Play A Character Playing 'Warcraft'

I love the Onion.

New update at 100daysofsorrow.
Daniel being a bit creepy and an argument about arguing. Oh joy. Sorry it ran late but I left my brain somewhere unattended for several days.

Also gotta love Maxis car interior textures *sigh*

Why the buggery has it taken me two weeks to write 1000 words? Thats about 3 words an hour, and I felt every one of them kicking and screaming out of my head. But at least its done now. Editing now to hopefully catch all my crappy grammar, to tone down one character who was getting out of hand and to minimise the number of sets I have to build. So update-o-rama soon.

But until then...

Stolen with glee from azzy

-13 As a 1930s wife, I am Very Poor (Failure) Take the test!

Holy crappymcdoodles my timing today has been truly sub par. I went shopping and got home just in time to find the worlds two most boring people waiting for me. 2 minutes later I would have been in the clear. Bugger, blast, fuck. Seriously, my brother and sister in law can suck happiness and humour out of a room at 5 paces. It’s a remarkable talent, true, but I wish they would expose me to it as little as possible. And did I say they waited for me to come home? They sat in their car waiting like...like...creepy stalker people. Ewww.

But on a happy note, I just heard from the nearly-nephew and a short story of his has been selected for a competition. It’s about a zombie invasion. *wipes tear* I’m just so proud. All my time invested at being a bad influence is finally paying off. *sniffle*

Edit: Cadbury creme brulee bar - fuck me is it good. Screw dinner.

Right, I need to spend the next couple of days writing and weaving so I have some amusements for you guys so you don't wreck the place while I try and not spend the whole time getting distracted with webcomics and smut instead of doing what I said I should be doing.

( damn you pesky kids )

I needed a chuckle and Henry is alway worth looking at, so thats what you get. This is probably funnier to me because its a version of the show I saw when he was here.


And azzy - this is for you, I made one from the 7pack Henry, but this one looks better:

Just a reminder to myself as much as anything to make some time to read these webcomics when I am feeling a bit less agro and no longer have a migraine.

Directions of Destiny

World Break

The Broken Mirror

Now I am going to see if I can eek and words out of my brain, I think Emerson and Alex should help settle my mood I think.

Blonde hair - check. Freckles - check. Skin four kinds of pale with a hint of pinkiness because inheriting my fathers olive skin was out of the question - check. So bright orange is a colour I should not even stand within four metres of, because otherwise the planet may just cease to spin. So prepare for the spread of doom throughout the world, because try as I might to resist, I had to buy this shirt.