Watercooler 0: Nothing Is A Problem For Me

How's your ribs, doing, Dr. C?

Bah, it's like a casualty ward in here with us lot!

here is a smily DDB to cheer me us all up:

http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e68/LennonWoreChucks2/Pic%20Stash/dew1-1.png

Though ha ha, I narrowly avoided being dragged back into the restaurant that started my whole ordeal by St00g3s last night. Ron got me in a TISSP-lock and tried to drag me into the elevator going "come on, Kate! it can't hurt you just to drink up there!" and I was all noooooooooo and ran away down Kensington High Street. :-)

Sorry to hear about people's bodily and automobile troubles etc, but also always happy to read a good pun of a Tuesday morning :)

I seem to have spent more time at the ante-natal clinic than at my house this last week - was measuring a bit small so many scans followed and I might have to be induced early due to low levels of amniotic fluid :(

Will find out what the consultant wants to do this afternoon - I may be a mum in the next few days!! Arrgh!!!!

(ie, me, and Karen the accounts supervisor)

Good luck Archel!

If the sprog *was* born on Christmas Eve, you could traumatise him/her tell him/her that he/she was brought by Father Christmas!

I wrote a whole song last night!

Yay to power-pop songwriting indeed - I hope it's a keeper, and not one you THINK is great, but you'll look at this evening and go "nah, it's nonsense".

I've been whistling "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" all morning. I realise now that I'm part of the problem rather than the solution.

Massive kudos to Ed for being saviour of my wallet this weekend.

(I still have this remaining problem where I get hungry, so I eat, and then about an hour or two get this awful vomitty feeling.)

x-post hey TISSP!

The car is going up on the ramp this afternoon to see what's wrong with it. Best case = the oil feed pipe for the turbocharger has come loose, most likely scenario = an oil seal needs to be replaced (an engine-out job) worst case = engine block has a crack in it (which might = my mother in law threw 10,000 pounds down the drain back in february)

I never get to talk about songwriting with anyone, and I miss it!

I know a lot of people who talk or write about music quite seriously (obviously) but they tend to be music *critics* not musicians. So they're coming at it from a different descriptive angle.

Too many of the musicians I've known don't *like* to talk about their own creative processes - perhaps for fear that if they understand them too closely, they will lose whatever magic makes it happen.

And this is so backwards to the methods that I absorbed (through osmosis obviously, as I never went to classes) in art school.

Check your email too, you may have some pressies.

1) I'll be allowed to wear my contact lenses again (off them for another month, stay with serious eyedrops for another week, eyes not weeping now but still don't want to look back into the sunn, now they know that the time has etc)..

2) The return to actually writing and recording songs! my god it's actually going on! I got up the courage to listen to the very WIP version of the first song (blocking guitar, bass, drum track) and it's not as bad as I remembered, the news that the 'producer' has been working on it adding atmos and sdrawcabs drums etc, and I sent back a short list w/ precis of other songs existing only in my febrile.

http://www.bakelitemuseum.co.uk/

xpost, yes, that's the place! I think they might have opened especially for us as they are supposed to be closed in December.

I find nearby Taughton much more hilarious, as a placename.

I know someone who went to the Spam Museum. Info here : http://www.spam.com/

xpost, I too really want an electric fire in the shape of a scotty dog. It was brilliant.

Sorry, misread you there, Ailsa. Williton? It just sounds like a stutter to me.

((And I can't even FIND my boss to ask for a half day today, because I wanted to go ice skating with my sisX0r. Bah!))

And didn't Bakelite first start out as a type of lacquer or varnish or something? I vaguely remember reading (in The New Science Of Strong Materials, a very entertaining book despite the title) that the first major Bakelite product was the gear stick knobs on Rolls Royce cars.

A torture dungeon with gimp masks for horses (yes, yes, pfunkboy, you may make another "woo, FP to thread!" joke now)!

Hurrah!

I am annoyed today because I wanted to buy the mother a Nintendo DS for Christmas but absolutely bloody everywhere has sold out. Serves me right for leaving my Christmas shopping until a fortnight before, I guess.

On the other hand, I have salmon and cream cheese sandwiches for lunch. Hurrah! And I am having fun distracting the goth, too.

xpost: no, I've never been *down there* in my life!

This is just too good. Can make FP Knob jokes now too.

http://static.flickr.com/131/320446889_05a045270c.jpg

Blimey! Really? Bet he's frittered it all away by now though.

Grrrr!

(I've been going "grrrr" so much in the past hour, it's left me trying to remember which Welsh myth had a character called Gwawl in it. Because that's a good "grrr"-type noise, too.)

xpost: badoom-tish!

Maybe if she's been drinking, she'll be a bit more amenable to my request.

Like: Ailsa's last post = 1482 on the thread = the Hull telephone dialling code.

You haven't got her remote controlled up, have you?

My boss is not out all afternoon. I've just eaten a massive sausage sandwich and feel like my tummy is about to explode. I will get NOTHING done this afternoon.

Sorry. I'll try and stop now.

You haven't got her remote controlled up, have you?

Er, no. Although I do want to get one of those at some point. But not for use at work.

I have the afternoon off now.

Boo to indigestion :(

ashley cole to thread.

However, I'm off to hang out with sisX0r and St00ges, hurrah, ice skating and Brick Lane, here we come!