Well I think people have been getting a bit suspicious already that a) she spends her lunch breaks in my office b) we email each other a lot.
Oh noes, you have a FRIEND! How suspicious!
Pissing. Drinking water. You’ve only got yourself to blame. Unless of course you’re just boasting.
I’m enjoying the crush at the moment. I’ve just been annoyingly happy and in a good mood. Then again, that could be to do with the enourmous sense of freedom and weights being lifted from my shoulders WRT other bits of my life. Who knows. It’s so rare that I’m just unqualifiedly happy that I’m just going to enjoy it.
WHY ISN’T PBW RESPONDING TO MY EMAIL?!?!?
Oh wait, I haven’t sent it yet.
I need a new TLA for him. I think that “PBW” is kinda objectifying perhaps.
MITMBMAHTMF?
PBW is his name now. If you invent a new TLA, then we won’t know who the hell you’re talking about. By even TALKING about him you’re objectifying him, so you may as well stick to what you (and everyone else) knows.
FP, you’re fine. So people think you two are messing—and? So? Does anyone really give a toss? (in a nice way, of course)
oh wait, that’s more than 3
Well, *we* don’t, which is the important thing I guess.
Flags Up for FP!
So why the angst? Or am I reading it as angst and you’re actually pleased that people have noticed?
MITMBMAHTMF
What is this short for? Should I ask?
I think it’s pronounced “Mitmbmahtmf”
More Interesting (I should have gone for “Intellectually Stimulating” here) Than My (shit, forgot “Former”) Band Mates And HOTTER Than My Friends
(based on a willful misreading of this)
oops
remove interesting
add intelligent
I have just found out what the film crew is for—Dutch television are doing a Watchdog type programme about Endowment Mortgages*, which are just starting to get popular/problematic in the Netherlands. So they just filmed mortgage expert dude walking through the office and then dropping down to talk to the girl who sits right next to me—as I’ve got ILX open in one window, and Yahoo mail in another. Argh!
*Yes, this company invented them. Blame us.
x-post ah. That is a bit clumbsy. Perhaps I can carry on calling him PBW, or “he’s not Jesus, but he has the same initials”
Just to torment me, all the hott girls in Tesco were inexplicably wearing pyjamas today when I went in to get lunch. Sigh.
Off to the party in 15 mins = yay me! The plan is to win big at the casino, impress an elvish beauty in a satin dress with my swooning, dance like Fred Astaire, then take her back to my hotel room for the best shag ever.
Yeah, with expectations like that, how could you possibly end up disappointed!
(good luck)
(I know the reality is that I’ll turn up half-drunk, get very drunk very quickly, vom all over afor-mentioned elvish beauty, pass out, then wake up in a ditch somewhere, bow-tie, job and reputation lying in tatters.)
Well I think people have been getting a bit suspicious already that a) she spends her lunch breaks in my office b) we email each other a lot.
c) she is chained up during those lunch breaks.
(cheers ailsa!)
Hey, don’t be nicking my Christmas party from a couple of years back!
(substitute “elvish beauty” for “barmaid’s shoes” and “ditch” for “last train to Paisley except now in Troon”. also I don’t wear a bow tie. And I don’t even think it was Christmas.)
Back from pointless meeting.
PBW’s doubtless not responding as he is on a plane to NYC at THIS VERY MOMENT.
I got an email while I was out from my mom, saying that my grandmother is doing better than she was but still not great—without telling me what happened! I hate when they do that.
So why the angst?
I’m just constantly worried that it’s all about to go horribly wrong.
In that case, how does other people knowing about it make any difference?
G00blar, yeah, my mum does stuff like that all the time “your brother’s got the pins out of his back now”, like WTF?
I’m about to call her, and I’m sure she’s gonna say, “We didn’t want to worry you, what with you getting on a plane today”.
Ah! I didn’t know that. I did send him a message yesterday going “this is great, but I need more time to respond!” which he did read. But now I feel less guilty that I still haven’t sent the email already.
Argh, that sounds irritating, though—“she’s OK, won’t tell you what was wrong”. My family, thankfully, never do that. You’ll just get a blunt phone call. “Sitting down? Good. Your grandmother’s dead.”
OK, nothing too serious, just a bit of a cold, along with some loneliness. She is 94.
Scare ya half to death, jeez!
(Didn’t mean to imply that your gran was dead—that’s just how my mum told me about mine.)
My gran is 93. She’s been breathless lately and theres some form of water around her heart, they’ve given her water tablets to help alleviate that. Hopefully that will work. She’s too frail to get any kind of op. She is housebound now and needs someone looking after her all the time.
My biggest unrealistic but always back-of-the-mind guilt trip for the past couple of years is that I haven’t moved to Hamilton, Ontario to look after/spend time with my grammy at the end of her life.
If my grandparents had wanted their descendents to move halfway around the world and look after them in their old age, maybe they should have gone and actually looked after their sprogs when they were young instead of dumping them in boarding schools while they went off around the world.
Touche!
Bitter, moi?
I am the world’s fastest packer. I think I’ll be done by quarter to four.
That reminds me.
On returning from Holiday, Dawn rings her mum. She says she has some bad news, and asks to talk to me.
Rings off.
Dawn, by now is on the verge.
Basically, their much loved dog had to be put down. But by then, she thought it was her dad or something!
LOL:
In that case, how does other people knowing about it make any difference?
Oh, I don’t know, I just worry.
She’s been in a bad mood all week, and I’m worried that it might be a comedown from what we did at the weekend—such things are very common, but she won’t be aware of that.
It’s quarter to, are you done packing yet?
Finally finished my email. And only one bitchy comment about Dylan.
And a dialogue re-opened with ex bandmate, and some interesting potential progression.
Nah, taking a break. BTW, I’ll have to send you a proper report on “Meet Market” from the other side of the ocean, but first impressions are totally fucking awesome.
Cool, just remember it’s a scratched-up demo. I probably wont get the chance to sketch out the rest of it until next year.
Right, I’m aiming to be away from here at 16:30. (North east London, Ilford)
Trying to get back to Reading to see Amber’s panto (she’s playing Aladdin, which was a surprise until I found out it’s called “CinderRidingHood and the Seven Bears” or some such) and that’s at 18:30.
It’s thursday night, it’s the M11/M25/M40/A4.
What are the chances?
Slim, but good luck.
I’ll get to see a bit, quite possibly.
ach who am I kidding.
(Update tomorrow on this thread)
Ugh, I am starting to feel really, really rough. The sore throat isn’t much more than an annoyance, but ::STOP READING GENTLEMEN READERS OF A DELICATE CONSTITUTION:: I’ve finally got my period a week late and my god, it’s a whole new world of pain.
I ws going to go off shopping last night, but got back to the hotel a bit rough for. So, I get an ealy night but whoa do I get some sort of inflating stomach type indigestion all the early morning. Eventually after drinking water (and one glass milk, an alkali, right?) I fell asleep, woke up after a good sweat but stomach pain mostly gone (some slight “watch it” type discomfort, but about 2% of last nights..)
I had the runs earlier, if we’re all joining in.
More and more, it just looks like there’s some kind of terrible gastric bug going around. Apparently all of JCA had it upstairs, falling ill one after another (why they’ve shut down our watercooler)—but they kinda deserve whatever they get as they’re pricks.
I’m not even sure I’m going to make it to the Early Years tonight. Big fat bah humbug. Is anyone else going?
I prescribe the pie peas and mash cure.
Is anyone else going to listen to the Dirty Dronerock Christmas Carol?!?!?
Come AWN!!! I feel like Kerr here. LISTEN TO IT, DAMMIT!
I’m putting it on my mp3 player for the drive hame.
i went for a poo last night too
but it was nothing special
Ack, mp3 player is being a git, so It’ll have to be tomoorae.
Off to the airport in 20 minutes; I’m not sure how much I’ll be posting from the states, so happy holidays everyone!
Have a wonderful Winter Consumerfest, Gooblar!
Cheers. You too.
Merry Kwanza!
God, I’m a pretentious fuck. I should be shot.
OK, I appear to have successfully got out of going to the office Xmas party. Phew.
However, I still may be too ill to go to the Early Years. I haven’t had a night in since Sunday, and I think I might need one. I don’t know! I wish they weren’t on so late. I wish someone else were going.
i might go
Well hello. Feeling a bit edgy this morning—but on the other hand the boss is off.
I typed that as “odd”, which makes sense too.
Wha.
I did make it to the kids panto, all that driving and stopping for emergency fillup! Only to be stood outside the door whie the audience smiled at whatever was on stage out of my eyeview. Fortunately, a four year old, running amok, decideed to let me in, and I did get to see all of it. (The bit I missed was some tot playing “London Bridge” really badly. And if this gets googled, allthis happened in Swindon, natch)
Morning. My boss is giving me grief about not going to the Xmas party next Tuesday. I have a band rehearsal and I’m sure as hell not missing that. The party will be most likely dire, like every other ‘social’ occasion organized at this place.
our work party is tonight. I feel like I’m in a minority on ILX as our parties are actually quite good.
We are having a late lunch/afternoon drinking today, there’s only 6 of us it should be fun.
I am a bit fearful about the Elvis impersonator however. The party is on a Vegas theme so maybe he’ll be extremely corpulent. Someone in the office used to go out with an Elvis impersonator and so we had to check to make sure it wasn’t the same one. Her current bf is the editor of 2000AD making her possibly the only person in history to date both Elvis and Tharg.
Definitely in a minority, Mark.
i’m with you mark. i love work parties so much i’m going to TWO this year. (one lunching and boozing extravaganza and another tonight i’m attending post-work, even though i’m not lunching with them)
i don’t think there are THEMES to either of the parties though, unless you count alcoholism as a theme.
The best theme of all.
I am on the social committee at work and this afternoon my partners and crime and I will be loading up a couple of cars with partty poppers, streamers, banners, table decorations, balloons etc to take to the party venue which is the Oxford Masonic Centre. No silly handshakes involved, but there is a picture on the wall of some minor royal (possibly the Duke of Kent) dressed in his regulation leather apron. It is testament to the vast expanse of time I’ve spent in Oxford that I have been to Christmas dos at this venue with THREE different employers!
Seeing as this thread *starts* with a bad pun, here’s a joke I was sent today. Well, it’s probably in the “it’s only a joke because someone *says* it’s a joke” category, but here you go:
What sound do you get if you drop two elephants and a cymbal off a cliff?
*badoom-tish*
you should play some will smith at the place later.
then you can have some Oxford Masonic Boom Shake Shake Shake the Room init.
Incidentally, I’ve just tested our new watercooler, and its tap water tastes like, erm, tap water. Blech.
(probably cos the reason our tap water mings is its extreme hardness, which filtering isn’t going to remove)
Good afternoon. Bah, I wish you’d said that earlier, Emsk, as I ended up going home. Which was, I guess, what I actually needed, as I got a decent night’s sleep.
Spent the morning wandering around the back of Clapham/Stockwell looking for my new shrink. Half an hour to examine you, and then it’s a new course of medication. Well, not until next year because we didn’t finish my ... err, what’s it called. When they poke at your head and ask how your thoughts are racing. Two potential new meds I’m going to have to google. Sigh.
Hey Kate! I’m in Minneapolis. I never want to be in Houston airport EVER again though in three weeks no choice...
Hey, Suzy! How’s the weather up there?
Bleurgh, Houston airport is a portal of hell. It truly is.
I think I am going into PBW withdrawl. Sigh.
i have a mate who has recently moved from Oxford to Minneapolis. He tells me there is a restaurant there called Leaning Tower of Pizza. Arf!
I even have a PBW song stuck in my head. Curse him for being so catchy. It’s gotten worse. I no longer want to sleep with him, I now want to write songs with him. ARgh!
YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Go and look at Archel’s flickr for some lovely lovely news. :-D
I assume it’s baby photos?
Yay!
Mark, LTOP does exist and it’s been feeding scenesters ever since I can remember. But it’s drecky Minnesota party pizza mainly. If he lives locally to it then he is neighbours with my friend and occasional ILXor Chris K.
Kate, I had to wait in Houston’s Continental Express winglet for my flight for three hours of ‘we don’t know what’s going on with Minneapolis, what the FUCK do we look like, EMPLOYEES or something?’ and it was gross. It smelled like dirty socks.
he lives on Grov3l4nd Avenue, if that helps.
I was quite disappointed to discover that the restaurant building isn’t shaped like a leaning tower of pizza.
Groveland? VERY NICE.
“Here’s what I’ll do, I’ll split myself in two
And that way you can be with me
And I can learn to be with you”
Go and look at Archel’s flickr for some lovely lovely news. :-D
Linkage???
if i can spilt myself in two
i’d be giving blowjobs to myself*
all day long, woohoo.
*(depending on the split)
Aw, I figured she’d want to log on herself later, and make the announcement, and I don’t want to steal her thunder or anything, but here:
Awwww. I hope Archel and Matt don’t mind you stealing their thunder, but really, awwwwwwww.
I will have to tell my mum, because that’s her middle name.
Matt’s camera needs its clock setting.
She has the same birthday as my mum. :-)
Happy yesterbirthday to your mum then!
What’s everyone doing at the weekend?
going to see Jarvis Cocker at the Roundhouse!
Picking up my mum up at the airport and then hanging out with my mum!
I almost met your mum when you brought her to Oxford! But by the time I was ready you were already on the bus back to London. Remember? Was that last Christmas or the one before?
!!!
No, you wouldn’t have met my mum. I had already ditched mum and godmum at the restaurant before heading to the pub by myself.
That was two Christmasses ago. Blimey.