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This week, while out interviewing someone for work, they told me that I had a lot of integrity. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me in my professional capacity. I hope when the paper comes out tomorrow, they are satisfied with my work.

I have been doing this job just over a year.
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Something happened today that I can't talk about just yet. But I'm not very comfortable with myself today. I think I did the right thing, or maybe in this situation there was no right thing, but I did the best I could with what I had. But I still don't feel good about it.
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...after much pestering from one of my dorkier friends.

And then, looking at stuff in other friends' google readers, I find this and this.

I especially like the one about The Incredibles.

Meme-age

Jun. 25th, 2008 06:06 pm
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Comment on this post and I will choose seven interests from your profile.

You will then explain what they mean and why you are interested in them.

Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

[livejournal.com profile] papilleau gave me these seven:

american history x )

eric the halfabee )

hignfy )

judogis )

old peter's russian tales )

the bbc proms )

the south bank centre ).
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The lovely [livejournal.com profile] blondezvous and myself went to see the amazing Thea Gilmore last night. She played a lot of stuff from the new album which sounded good, but I think not enough people in the audience knew it. She kept saying we were too quiet but once we heard a few more tracks we knew, things livened up a bit. But, as Max and I both observed, the audience was a bit middle-class and a bit middle-aged. I joked about starting a moshpit, but there wasn't really enough opportunity. People cheered ecstatically at the end of each track. And then shut up. Completely. And when she asked us how we were, people said "Great." And then there was silence. question. answer. Question. Answer. It was a bit stilted, but then when the audience realised she was leaving, they went mad and she came back and did a three-song encore.

Max and I had bought albums before the set and hung around with everyone else to get them signed afterwards. When it came to our turn, I ventured to ask if she remembered being interviewed by an over-enthusiastic journalism student after a gig in Cardiff last spring and she said. "Yes." And I said, "That was me." And she said "Ohhh" and looked at me and said "Was your hair different?" It was considerably longer. But yay, she remembered.

Walking back from the desk, I suggested we got her husband, who is also her guitarist, to sign our albums as well. I said something like "Hi Nigel, could we possibly trouble you to sign these for us as well?" "No trouble at all."

As we were walking away, he said "Where's your accent from? What part of the states are you from?"
"Uh... London."
"You're from London?"
"Yes, but don't worry. People often think I'm American."
"Well, I feel better now you've said that. Let's just pretend that didn't happen."

The thing is, people often do think I sound American. But I don't know why. It's something the boyfriend has commented on before, even before we were going out. He often says I sound American. I honestly don't think I do. I use Americanisms sometimes, but definitely didn't then. But boyfriend is not the only one, drunken Australians at bus stops on New Year's Eve have thought so. But then people have thought I'm German or from Somerset. So I don't know. Boyfriend suggested that maybe I sound like a posh American who almost has an Anglicised accent. But then he can't talk, people think he's from North London, when he was born in Wales.

SpoilerZzz

Jun. 8th, 2008 08:10 pm
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I'm wearing my old glasses, which are several prescriptions behind my contact lenses, but still, decent enough. It makes my eyes feel a bit strange.

I've just watched the second half of last week's Doctor Who and I have to say I loved it. Last series, I felt constantly let down by the two-parters, particularly the follow up to Human Nature, where the first epsiode was wonderful and left me on complete tenterhooks for a whole week, only for the second episode (and in the case of the season finale, the third as well), to be pretty much a complete let down, as far as I felt anyway.

Maybe it was because I trained myself not to expect too much this time or maybe it's because Steven Moffat is a better writer than others who have attempted to the two-parter format, but I really enjoyed this week's counterpart episode.

There were only two things that jarred, and given me and my extreme pickiness, that's pretty good going.

The first is that to turn back the Vashta Nerada, all Doctor Who has to do is to point them to his wiping-out-malignant-alien-life-forms CV. Ok, so it's a big one, but they've got him cornered, what's he going to do to them at that point? But maybe they're not too bright. Though he even said in the previous episode, there's nothing you can do but run away from them. But perhaps they didn't hear that. Anyway, round in circles we go...

The other was the fact that he downloaded his girlfriend into a virtual heaven with all her friends. After Donna's experience, that didn't seem too brilliant, though I suppose the traumatic thing for her was that it all ended, rather than being there itself. And fair enough, none of these people have bodies to return to, but they are still dead. River Song's voice over seemed to somehow imply they weren't... but they're not alive in any sense that we would understand. Though I suppose they have each other. But she has three not-real children. Which Dave did she marry? If two of the kids are the same gender, are they identical twins?? Or because they're only five or so people to maintain, can CAL stretch to creating different ones..?

I don't know... it just seemed a bit.. wrong. Though re-assuring that their existence continued in some way, but also morbid. I just can't make up my mind about it.

Still, very good episode and a worthy conclusion. Didn't think much of the trailer for next week's though. There's just no pleasing some people.
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I am in Thailand. It smells a bit like India. Humidity and sewage. I have somewhere to sleep with air conditioning and a shower. Basic needs met for now. I'm not feeling up to trying any food. I had a cheesenbacon burger at Heathrow and two "meals" on the plane. I hate aeroplane food with a passion. The people who design it should eat it at altitude and see how it makes them feel. But I ate it because it was there and I needed to stock up.

I am covered in DEET. I'm not here very long and risk of malaria in Bangkok and the coastal areas is apparently very small. The nurse at home said it was not worth getting medication.

Before I left the hotel, I squirted my lower legs, feet, chest and forearms, smearing it into my wrists like perfume. DEET: every girl's favourite scent.

I haven't ever been to this part of the world before. Occidental, I am. I'm looking forward to a week with my sister. The plan is to meet her at the airport tomorrow.
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I'm going to get a mac. Hurrah and yay!
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I have deleted Alex from Skype, MSN and Livejournal. I haven't quite had the guts to remove his number from my phone or delete the remaining text messages.

I'm hoping most of these will be temporary measures. I don't want to lose touch with him entirely and I'm writing it all down on a bit of paper to put somewhere and forget about for a while.

I just think it's probably for the good of my sanity right now. I can't stop thinking about him and it's probably best if the means to contact him aren't right there at my fingertips.

I would delete him off Facebook, but it says if I do that I can't undo it. Which is not what I want. So I'll just have to learn to ignore it. He barely uses it anyway. MSN's the main one, and the phone number will be, when I manage to do it.
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...the original of "Heartbeats". If you haven't heard this, listen. It is completely unlike the version used in the Bravia commercial.




I love it.
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This was my first weekend in Ludlow for a long time. I was in Birmingham last weekend. The week started badly, but got a lot better. By the end of it, I was feeling on top of things and most proper journalistic-like. I have several stories in the offing and although I had to give up this Saturday to working, it wasn't in the office. I made a useful new contact and it was an interesting day, spent periodically getting in the way of the lighting and sound man at the little local theatre.

I had a rather angry argument with a colleague about environmentalism which I can't be bothered to relate now but it doesn't appear to have done us lasting damage in terms of our working relationship. We've just discovered something we fundamentally disagree on and should probably never talk about ever again.

On Friday, I attempted making my own chilli con carne for the first time ever. I know one of the reasons for the amazing success of it is that I've started buying my meat from a local butcher rather than a supermarket, but, if I do say it myself, my decision to add cinnamon was inspired. I also used black pepper, white pepper, ginger, hot paprika (is there such a thing as not-hot paprika??), chilli powder, dried, shredded chillis and season-all. I put in a tin of chilli beans, and a white onion and a red onion, chopped, then boiled the whole thing with a cup of water with a vegetable stock cube mixed in. I burnt my tongue horribly trying to see if it was done. Some boiling water lurked in the bowl of the wooden spoon and left my tongue feeling sandpapery raw for nearly two days.

It was only when I came to drain the rice that I realised the holes in my colander were too big. I lined it with kitchen towel and probably ended up eating some soggy paper as well as the rice, but the whole thing tasted so damn nice, I don't care. I have since bought a sieve and will probably be eating chilli all week. Hurrah.

In other news, I have been incredibly mopey over Alex lately. Which is incredibly annoying as I fancy one of my friends, who also likes me. Neither of us are in a position to do anything about it right now. The one positive is that something might occur eventually, because at least feelings are mutual. But I'm tired of feeling like this. I want to move on, but my heart isn't letting me.
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I didn't go to Spanish class tonight. I didn't go last week either. The class is too advanced for me and I don't do enough work during the week for me to progress from week to week. I want to, but I'm always too tired or busy or lazy to do the necessary work outside the class for it to really benefit me. Don't tell me truth hurts little girl, 'cause it hurts like hell.

Last week, I decided watching Breakfast at Tiffany's in Spanish with English subtitles would teach me more Spanish than being completely bewildered on points of grammar I didn't entirely understand, even in English, and would be a better use of my time.

I really did mean to go to the class this evening, but although I ate dinner on time and was technically ready to go, I couldn't drag myself out of the door just before 7 o'clock.

After much searching, I discovered that one of the few DVDs I own that has an overdub in Spanish was Labyrinth. It was an incredibly frustrating search, all these films have versions in Swedish, French, German, Hungarian, German, but not Spanish, not the second highest most widely-spoken language on the planet. For some unknown reason. My best guess is that it's because they have their own versions of DVDs because enough people speak it to make it profitable to release a Spanish version...

I love Labyrinth anyway, as you might have gathered. But I now love the Spanish version too. The actor dubbing Jareth is how David Bowie would sound if he spoke Spanish. Labyrinth begun my crush on Bowie which, although now diminished, has never died. If I could find someone to fall in love with who would get married to me as Sarah with him dressed as Jareth, my wedding would be a re-enactment of the setting of the ball scene.

And David Bowie apparently speaking Spanish is one of the sexiest things on God's green earth. Oh myyyy.

And just to prove that I was paying attention, I can now say "Esta la ciudad de los Goblines!" and I know that "Ahora mismo" means "Right now."

There are a few other things I've picked up, but I'm not sure how you spell them.

Spanish has been incredibly frustrating, it's similar to French in so many ways. My knowledge of the vocabulary and verb conjugations is so limited. Whenever I don't know the right word, my brain goes looking in the section of itself marked "Foreign languages". When it searches for "Spanish" I get a "File not found" message and a suggestion that I say something in French. It's at least re-assuring that I'm not speaking German, but that might be more because I know much more French than German, rather than because my brain is that subconciously aware that Spanish is much closer to French than German. I need to persevere with this. It's crucial to what I want to do with my life and I'm really not paying it enough attention.
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I Am A: Neutral Good Human Ranger (4th Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-14

Dexterity-13

Constitution-16

Intelligence-15

Wisdom-14

Charisma-16


Alignment:
Neutral Good A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because because it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.


Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.


Class:
Rangers are skilled stalkers and hunters who make their home in the woods. Their martial skill is nearly the equal of the fighter, but they lack the latter's dedication to the craft of fighting. Instead, the ranger focuses his skills and training on a specific enemy a type of creature he bears a vengeful grudge against and hunts above all others. Rangers often accept the role of protector, aiding those who live in or travel through the woods. His skills allow him to move quietly and stick to the shadows, especially in natural settings, and he also has special knowledge of certain types of creatures. Finally, an experienced ranger has such a tie to nature that he can actually draw on natural power to cast divine spells, much as a druid does, and like a druid he is often accompanied by animal companions. A ranger's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.


Find out What Kind of Dungeons and Dragons Character Would You Be?, courtesy of Easydamus (e-mail)

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I want Holly Golightly's cat. And to kiss the man I love in the rain with wet cat in the middle of us.

It's just an urge, you know?
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My hair is purple.
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1. Pick 15 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. Totally cheating, you dirty cheaters.


1.
"My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives."
"God darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore."
[livejournal.com profile] miss_mellem got this. I have forced her to watch it too many times taught her well.

2.
"That's not fair!"
"You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is?"
[livejournal.com profile] savageteddybear guessed this one. Go him.

3.
"I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough. But the next time you storm the PTA crusading for better... lunch meat, or whatever it is you white girls complain about, ask them WHY they can't buy a book written by a black man!"
Guessed by the lovely [livejournal.com profile] firstedition

4.
"I hate it when things don't go my way. It makes me so horny."
[livejournal.com profile] sp00nie guessed this. And warped a Spanish teacher's mind in the process by the sounds of it :P

5.
"Water polo? Isn't that terribly dangerous?"
"I'll say. I had two ponies drowned under me."
[livejournal.com profile] arcadiaego got this one. (I'm glad someone did :) )

6.
"Which of these two letters comes first, this one or this one?"
"The symbol on the left is not a letter, sir?"
"Damn, you're good. I was trying to trick you."
And she got this one too.

7.
"What's the situation?"
"Two blokes and a fuck load of cutlery!"
[livejournal.com profile] alohomoron got this one. And two others, a skilled lass in the world of movie quote placeage, clearly...

8.
"What are you doing two weeks on Saturday?"
"Probably killing myself."
"Excellent. What time does that finish? Do you like boats?"
[livejournal.com profile] miss_mellem got this, which is quite appropriate as I think she first introduced me to the film in question.

9.
"I can't even look at my own vagina!"
"Well I can't help you on that one honey."

10.
"It's funny how all living organisms are alike... when the chips are down and the pressure is up, every creature on this earth is interested in one thing and one thing only. Its own survival."

11.
"When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just..."
"Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?"

12.
"Did I do something illegal?"
"No."
"Are you saying we shouldn't help our customers?"
"The law requires that I answer no."
"We're supposed to help people!"
" We're supposed to help *our* people! Starting with our stockholders, Bob! Who's helping them out, Huh?"
[livejournal.com profile] alohomoron again.

13.
"We are men of action. Lies do not become us."

14.
"Please! I have a wife and kids."
"Oh really, well, you're lucky. You be sweet to them, especially your wife. My husband wasn't sweet to me. Look how I turned out."

15.
"OK ? now, girls. I want you to concentrate. Failure is not an option. And Bethany? If you feel the need to vomit up there, just swallow it."
[livejournal.com profile] alohomoron :)
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I have lost my car key. I'm pretty certain it's somewhere in the flat as I got back from chocolate -making on Tuesday after work had finished and went straight home.. but I have no idea where. All the usual suspect places have so far to yield key. I also appear to have broken my iPod when I disconnected from my computer at work without shutting down. It now won't switch on. Bugr. Suggestions anyone?

But, I spent this afternoon at an archery club with a lovely woman training for the paralympics who I interviewed for next week's feature. I got to have a go myself and although I've never done it properly, I wasn't too terrible. It's something I think I'd be quite good at, if I ever persvered.

I am going to a judo grading tomorrow. Sore throat is still being kept at bay. But I don't feel fantastic.

I really must start going to bed before midnight.
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I'm doing too much. It's only been two weeks living wall to wall crazybusy but I'm starting to get a sore throat and feel tired all the time. Because I'm staying up too late just to feel like I'm winding down.

Mum's visit inspired me to go hyper-active and do too many things, the way I used to when I was younger. She's right, it is important to believe in yourself, stay focused and achieve. But there are still things I'm leaving undone that are, perhaps, more important than what I've chosen to do.

But I'm making friends, meeting people, singing again, making some music. I'm failing quite spectacularly at learning spanish. Choral society on Tuesday is fun, but since I've joined the smaller, better church choir on a Thursday, I admitting to myself that it's full of people much, much older than me and isn't that consistently good. But I love singing in large groups, and in church choir we go through the music so quickly I don't actually feel like I'm learning any of it. I'm terrified in the services on Sundays and can't sing properly.

Boxing on wednesday is fun and an amazing work out. But I'm not very good at it and although the lads are all perfectly pleasant and some of them will even talk to me now they're not so shy, most of them older than me and I do feel a bit out of place. I can keep up with the exercises. But I'm just.. a girl, and the only girl. And it bothers me now when it never used to.

On Fridays, we've been having church choir rehearsals in preparation for recording a cd. When they've not been happening, I've been going to judo again. Something's got to give, but I'm not sure what.
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[mope]If were still together, today would have been mine and Alex's two-year anniversary. I remember I suggested going to Iceland to celebrate because we'd never been away by ourselves and it would be interesting. His response was decidely unenthusiastic. Maybe it's for the best this way.[/mope]

Love that's that exclusive
That obsessive
Can hurt
When that love pales
And becomes human emotion
Where will you go
If you've neglected those you know
But if you stay true
To those who are true to you
You'll make it
You'll make it fine
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Tomatoes. I like tomatoes. I never thought I would say this. For my purposes, as I was growing up, tomatoes were a) a vegetable and b) something I detested.

I was a fussy eater from about the age of five. It was about this time that I was introduced to the wonders of school dinners. I don't think this is in any way a coincidence. However, in recent years, I've tried to acclimatise my tastebuds to vegetables, particularly raw ones. I still hate lettuce and think it's the most pointless addition to salads in the history of the universe, but as of the last six months, I'm really relishing the raw tomato. Not cherry tomatoes, I still hate those, they are small and bitter and sharp and yuck. But medium tomatoes or, better still, beef tomatoes, with basil, olive oil, rock salt and ground pepper are amazing.

The last two days, I have had tomato and corned beef sandwiches for lunch. It's been a revelation. The tomatoes have to be cold so they are crisp and juicy so I keep the sandwiches in the fridge. Warm, limp tomato is abysmal. But cool, crunchy tomato with spongy corned beef on granary bread has to be one of the most delicious sandwich combinations ever invented.

In fact, I'm fast developing a new interest, food. I've always loved eating, but I've never been so good at the preparation. After my mother's kitchen-utensil-buying spree at the weekend, and cooking with [livejournal.com profile] rosello and [livejournal.com profile] miss_mellem recently, I've decided I don't want to live on soup and pasta with tomato sauce. Mum and I made a beef casserole at the weekend and I have the ingredients (and the pyrex dish) for lasagne.

In my lunch break, I bought tongs, a baking tray and the ingredients for flapjack. I came home, made flapjacks and then cooked myself scrambled egg with smoked salmon for supper on stale, malted bread toast. Truly, the gods never ate better.

I wouldn't call myself a good cook, but I'm certainly enthusiastic. I also have a lot of food at the moment, partly down to mum's encouragement. But on top of that, I spent yesterday morning at a local butchers making sausages. And they gave me the ones I made (which weren't really the proper shape) to take home. I fried three of them last night and made mashed potato. The mash wasn't great (which is unusual for me) but the sausages cooked beautifully in my new non-stick frying pan. I'm thinking of making a sausage casserole to use up the rest. And then I should have a variety of foods for seven days at least.

I have this terrible habit of putting off using up food because "it'll take too long" to do anything with it. I just end up throwing it away, feeling disgusted with myself. I resolve to do less of that from now on, to make my own sandwiches everyday (again.. I used to do this fairly easily, it's more of an effort in my current mental state) and to cook properly more often. The last two nights, I've come in and instead of falling asleep on my bed for two hours, I've cooked or washed up. It means I get less rest, but I feel far more accomplished for doing so...

I should go to bed soon. I'm getting up at 6am tomorrow to go to a protest against primary school closures with a coachload of anrgy parents. That's what the flapjack is for, to keep me sustained throughout the day...
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