New Layout

It has been a while since I changed the layout and that other one - which I liked when I first put it up – was doing my head in. Too round. Too squashed. I’m liking this one…for the present.

It came down to this *waves arms about in a ‘dolly girl on variety show’ way* or the INove one. As you can probably guess, this one won out. Well, it is November and Christmas is fast approaching, so why not go for the one with the Christmas trees and the flying Santa.

You can’t go wrong with a flying Santa!

Yeeeahh…that’s not gonna happen

NaNoWriMo loves me, apparently. Well, so says the title of the confirmation email I got off them.

I don’t think they’ll be too give-ish with the love if they realised; it ain’t gonna happen. Not this year anyway. I know it’s still early November and technically I’ve only missed seven out of the designated thirty days of writing, but I know I just won’t get the time this month to dedicate myself to writing.

Every little may help but it goes back to my main problem this year: eye sight. It may not seem like I’m trying to stay away from the computer/Internet but I am. When bored it’s the main thing I turn too, so it is hard. Radio or TV is what I have in the background but surfing is the new past time. (It’s like being a school kid again, doing homework while one eye roams to the TV screen or I suddenly burst into song at my favourite part in the song.)

Now what I am trying to do is go the ways of yore, by turning to pen and paper. None of this fancy-shmancy typing malarkey. Good old fashioned ink and parchment. I like scribbles! I like sketching crappy little images of what I picture in my head. Computers don’t give you that luxury. That’s why my word count on my NaNoWriMo account will probably stay at 0. And why my bin will be full to the rim of crumpled-up paper.

So fickle

Something bleeding wrong with me?!

I’ve just joined livejournal. If I haven’t already enough stuff to be getting on with online as it is. A lot of stuff to check up on and bad eyes I probably should be resting. *sigh* Now I’m just adding to my ‘online duties’. Although, saying that, I always seem to cut lose something else.

I put facebook and bebo together as they’ve two things in common for me: 1. I was one of the first in Ireland to join up on both sites and 2. I rarely used them and really only go on every now and again. Facebook being a bit more popular though.

It began with bebo but that got quickly knocked aside when the friends I use it to stay connected too joined facebook. So bebo is gone, facebook is in.

Myspace and WordPress. These I group together for the simple reason; the blogging feature.

I loved myspace. Out of the holy trinity (bebo, facebook, myspace) Myspace has always been my favourite for features, layout and all round pouring out my soul to the masses online (actually that should that be minors since I’m probably the only one who ever reads anything I write). It got kinda side-tracked though when I began this page as I wanted to try dedicate as much time on here as I could. I felt it was time to start trying to spell and write correctly. I couldn’t do that on myspace as I couldn’t write too much of myself there. This place offers a lot more aninomaty that myspace did.

RHCP offical BBS, Invisible-Movement forums and Leaky Cauldron are next to be grouped.

The BBS was my first home away from home. The friends I found there I still love and adore. We had fun in our make believe world of living under the sea with Flea. Then they changed host and it never seemed the same. Come to think of it, it’s been a while since I last checked that place out. Maybe they are with a better host now and I could re-discover a long lost friend?

When that changed host I relegated myself to just the Ramparts section. That quickly got annoying (the layout, I mean) so I stumbled upon Invisible-Movement. For some reason everyone in Ramparts seemed to jump on the ”give Iva hell bandwagon” apart from myself and she PM’ed to say thanks. I didn’t even realise until she said it, talk about being self absorbed. Thank goodness I did, thank goodness she did, because I-M is easily the best John Frusciante site online.

Of course I’m still there, still need my Fru fix every now and again, just not that often. My obsessions change every few years as I’ve always been flighty and my latest one is, of course, Harry Potter. Leaky came along to feed that growing curiosity.

When I was asked to moderate it coincided with my eyes getting done, I’ve had to cut back on most things that happen to appear on a brightly lit screens sadly, so the majority of what I can do now online is limited to here and Leaky.

I don’t know how I can fit livejournal in. Not sure if it will knock off something else or it will just become a non-starter like so many other sites. Now that’s a long list! And one for another days post.

A first for everything…

For the first time in my life I used religion to win an argument. I know, I know. I can’t believe it either but in my defence I couldn’t allow CeeCee to be right. (It’s like that episode of Friends where Phoebe goes out of her way to prove Joey wrong because she refused to bring children into a world where Joey was right.) I’m pretty sure it’s one of the signs of the apocalypse. I was saving humankind!

It started innocently enough; the kids where doing their homework and were asked to number the days. According to their notes Sunday was the first. Cee agreed stating that thats who her job worked it. I disagreed stating that Monday is the first, Sunday couldn’t be the start of the week since it’s classed as the weekend, emphasis on the end. This is when I whipped out the whole ‘God created the world in seven days. On the seventh day he rested and thats why Sunday is the Sabbath’. Mention anything relating to religion you’ll be left with blank looks from Cee and agreement from the parents. It helps to have them onside as my dad is one of those people you can’t actually win an argument with.

My mam, of course did what she usually does, tried to keep the peace with an ‘agree to differ’ option. I was happy to go with that but Cee seems to become a dog with a bone when she thinks I’m wrong and she’s right about something. I’m a self confessed dumb ass but she seems to see me as some sort of know it all smart ass. Oh, if only! In the end it came down to what it always comes down too – Google.

According to the Organisation of Standardisation Monday is the first day.

Ashling – one, Cee – nil!

Jedward. Christ, it’s retarded when they mash two names together like that!

I actually retract what I said about the X Factor twins; John and Edward Grimes. I think they are great. I’ve given up watching X Factor. I didn’t like the new, milking the cash cow, set up with regards this years auditions. I really don’t like Simon ‘the ego’ Cowell. But I had to endure the show last week as I was in my sisters and she loves all that reality stuff.

So I had to endure the weak singing and yer man with the Afro singing the ‘big band’ U2 song. Seriously, what the fuck was that? Big band, big load of cheating bollix more like!

What I enjoyed was the performance of the twins. Granted it was watched through a grimace because it was hard not to cringe with the look of Johns (or Edwards) mortified face as he wiggled about between the female dancers legs. I could picture my own brother, he would have been mortified. My nephew, on the other hand, he would have loved it. The dirty little fecker!

I know they won’t win it, with a year of good singing (I said good, not great, I still say there isn’t a very strong singer in the lot) they aren’t up their in the good category. What they do do is a good show and I hope they are kept on for a while yet.

Most Irish people are still in the frame of mind I once was, they are an embarrassment to the country. Sad fact is, if we could vote we fucking would! I definitely would. Perhaps just to piss Cowell off, it’s about time he should be annoyed. He’s been annoying the population with his ‘hits’ for years. Teletubbies, anyone?

Needle in a haystack. A haystack of crap!

Trying to find a good Twilight fanfiction is turning out to be a bloody hard job. Particularly when you’re looking for a good Aro one, it’s like mission impossible.

My friend says there are lots of good fic’s out there if you like romance. Well I don’t. Not in my fanfictions anyway. If I wanted romance I’d go back and re-read the classic romances like that of Margaret Hale and John Thornton, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr D’Arcy, Jane Eyre and Rochester. I don’t want to read about Bella and Edward or Jacob and his, bordering on paedophilia, relationship with Renesmee. But that’s generally what you get with the Twilight fan fiction.

It is understandable, of course it is. The books sold millions, all for the romance and ‘love-triangle’ in the story. (Can it be even classed as a love-triangle? I mean lets face it, there was never a chance of Bella and Jacob, not when Bella and Meyers were both so in love with Edward) But I hated the Bella/Edward story in the series so I’m not going to go and read the tale again, even if it’s someone else’s spin on it. 

Computer screen meet your new wallpaper

I can’t say this enough: Aro you utter ride!!!

 

And since I have some of the others I may as well post also

Rain-a-way. Bummer!

Nothing makes me more happy than crunching my way through some crisp, red and golden coloured leaves. If, at least once a day, I can feel the crunch beneath my feet and see Autumn in all it’s glory then that day is a great day and it makes breathing all the more enjoyable. Today is sadly, not one of those days. The rain is heavy and hard and has left my beautiful crisp evening soggy and wet. It’s not a day to step outside your nice, warm, cosy little house unless the need is really there. Today my need was there; writing and art classes are today. Alas! They we’re casted aside for the warmth of my radiator and bright light of my PC screen. And I shall have to make do with glancing nature from my window.

I’ve been in an on-going battle with flu symptoms for a few days now so the last thing I need is to get drenched to the skin and then sit for four full hours in cold classrooms. I had enough at that back in my school days, thank you very much. In fact our roof was in such a sorry state of repair that on the days when you didn’t find rain or snow on your chair and table, you’d find the apple blossoms from the trees that surrounded the school.

Now, I just have to tear myself away from the bright PC screen and practice what I’m missing. Though knowing my procrastinating ways I will no doubt get distracted by something bright and shin…erm Helloooo there!…

…to be continued…

My alarm clock buzzed. When I looked I saw the dial was turned to ‘Time to grow up’

I’m not one of those people that have the music credibility, particularly not during my teenage years. I like what I like and the majority of that would be mainstream. I’ve no musical knowledge aside from being able to play the chorus to “Oom Pa Pa” on the piano. Chorus only mind you, verse, don’t even think about it, hell I can’t even sing in the right key let alone manage a whole song on a keyboard.

It makes me sad though because I love, love, love music and I do wish I could perform it and do it justice. What I don’t wish to change is my taste in music. Yes, it’s mainstream. Yes, it can be considered cheesy but I love that, and thats just how I roll.

My life can be separated into the different obsessions I’ve had over the course of my life so far, and I’ve had to bury two of them this year.

My childhood was Michael Jackson. My teenage years was Boyzone. Today I buried my teens with Stephen Gately. It looks like it’s time to grow up. I don’t want to though. I’m always going to grab hold of that spark that resides in the young and the young at heart. If you can come away with anything about Stephen’s death it’s the fact that death awaits us all despite age. May as well fill what time we have left on this tortoise shell with all the little things we love in life, no matter how bad we may be at them. No matter how old we may seem for them.

Now I want to move house using balloons!!!

I’ve just seen UP. Wow! What a great film!

Was a little apprehensive because my friend mentioned it was the most depressing film she has seen all summer. Now I’ve seen it I really can’t see her reasoning. Granted, it was heartbreakingly sad in places and I did have to choak back the tears but you have to look deeper into the story. A beautiful, wonderful tale of love, friendship and adventure.

It’s extremely funny, in fact I didn’t think I would laugh as much as I did. I was by far the loudest in the cinema, luckily it was pretty empty since it was a matinee show, and I even had to clasp my hands over my mouth a few times while laughing wildly.

By far the best animation I’ve seen in a long time. Pixar really can’t be beaten for the emotion they pour into their characters. The film may be 2D but the characters weren’t.