tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87618700625559049742023-11-16T11:35:41.927+00:00It's nothing at allWelcome to the contents of my head. It's a funny old head, you have been warned. You're not here anyway, you're a figment of delusion. Hmm.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.comBlogger600125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-62057118553186023822017-08-29T21:30:00.001+01:002017-08-29T21:30:08.075+01:00Moved onI've moved to mavisdee.wordpress.com.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-77638861102766469422017-08-26T02:08:00.000+01:002017-08-26T02:08:33.302+01:00Eternal youthThe simplest way to avoid looking or feeling old is to spend time only with people older than yourself. It's easy.
My parents are kicking 80 and so their longest serving friends are of a similar age. One of these friends got married recently and their circles were all a-mutter about this flighty young thing that was marrying one of them.
Indeed. She was a mere 65 years of age at the time of MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-82571606518073378522017-08-22T18:50:00.000+01:002017-08-22T19:05:22.975+01:00Deep fried cowI've been arguing with a friend a bit about being a vegan. Yes, really, hard it may be to comprehend me being argumentative, but yes. And even more astonishingly, this argument is on Facebook. Shocks abound!
Anyshoes...
At this point in my life I eat pretty much everything. Mostly pizza at the moment, but the important thing is that my diet contains dairy, fish, dairy, meat and dairy. There's MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-33634968200051467652017-08-14T01:41:00.001+01:002017-08-14T01:41:30.228+01:00Autumnal pondersHello dear imaginary reader.
It's been almost a year again. I expect Blogger probably has no actual readers now. It's just imaginary me and imaginary you floating around in a corner of cyberspace pretty much ignoring each other. Or maybe we are friends and we meet for virtual coffee regularly and chat about what's been going on in the last year.
I am real however, not virtual, but I can't MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-40373493185385605572016-09-26T00:40:00.001+01:002016-09-26T00:51:42.359+01:00The things people sayGenerally members of the public are fairly polite. They don't pass comment on personal things and tend to err on the side of pleasant when they do comment. Also, they don't usually speak to total strangers just because they can.
Unless you're pregnant or have just had a baby on which case it is deemed entirely appropriate for strangers to comment on your age/size/bump/number of children and MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-66525230499778946142016-09-23T23:25:00.000+01:002016-09-24T01:20:47.954+01:00It's that time againWoo. Autumn has officially started, yesterday in fact.
This makes me happy. It makes me happy every year as we rid ourselves of the insect-fest that is late summer and the utterly insane declaration of "it's an Indian Summer" every time the sun shines for more than ten minutes on any day after the official Last Barbeque of the Year has taken place. And of course that is coupled with the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-58114217421694715382016-09-11T00:05:00.003+01:002016-09-11T00:15:01.644+01:00Superbat
So, I've watched the first 51 minutes of Superman vs Batman and given up due to the super slow internet and its inability to keep streaming.
Gah. I seriously never, ever imagined I'd miss Virgin.
Anyway. Thoughts. I should probably call it Dawn of Justice, but I can remember when Star Wars was just called Star Wars. That's not all that relevant. (harsh, imaginary reader, harshMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-9010952166209531412016-09-07T23:18:00.001+01:002016-09-07T23:22:49.024+01:00MotherhoodI've been a mother for nearly 11 years. I still have this worry at the back of my mind that somebody sometime will show up and say that they are terribly sorry, there's been an awful mistake and that there is no way someone as incompetent as me should be in charge of small humans.
Of course, that doesn't stop me considering myself a world expert on all aspects of parenting, Obviously.
Anyways. MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-33671019522947473962016-09-01T20:02:00.001+01:002016-09-01T20:02:50.058+01:00Hello thereSo you found me. Say hello please, I've been waiting for you.
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-39069191499693774772016-08-28T23:43:00.001+01:002016-08-28T23:43:29.183+01:00Freakishly normalSo it seems that September is the month for two mighty endeavours to be undertaken by us ordinary people. Should we manage to achieve these wonderful feats, we can raise money for our chosen charities.
Firstly we have to try and remain sober for the whole of September. No alcohol at all, and so the sponsor money should roll in.
Secondly, we should try and walk 10,000 steps. I assume this is per MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-16231178987829196182016-08-27T14:09:00.001+01:002016-08-27T14:51:01.846+01:00De-stress (as opposed to distress)For most of my adult (and latter teen) life, I was a smoker. In times of duress, whether sad or stressed, or even just bored, I would smoke a cigarette. It was my crutch.
For obvious reasons, I stopped smoking eventually. It has now been more than a year since I had a cigarette. I don't need to quit or manage cravings, I've done all that. But I haven't found anything to replace the cigarettes. MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-42742364997152095462016-08-25T21:01:00.000+01:002016-08-25T21:02:38.793+01:00No, it was much worse for meCompetitive parenting combined with competitive sob stories is something else.
There's a thing doing the rounds, and it may not be new but I have never claimed that my rounds are the up to date ones. This thing is in defence of the caesarean section and arguing why it isn't the easy way out. Because an emergency section is scary and horrible, unlike an elective section.
Aieeeee.
What's that MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-72261741887341274072016-08-24T22:32:00.001+01:002016-08-24T22:32:41.149+01:00Who cares?Humph. So Jeremy Corbyn sat on a train floor and the world has gone mad about it.
Does it matter?
Oh, probably it does. Apparently having someone liberal minded who says things that sound human is just Not On and it is terribly important to discredit him at any point.
And that's just in the Labour party...
I think I probably need some pills or something but I'm finding I don't like people. I MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-59136202344866234502016-08-24T00:42:00.001+01:002016-08-24T00:43:41.248+01:00Pointless existenceNo, this isn't a nihilistic depressive piece.
Every year at this time I am perplexed as to why daddy long legs exist. They are probably the most stupid creature on earth. They are not grateful, nor ferocious, nor do they appear to have any function. They lumber across the room laboriously and fly into the same wall over and over and over and over and over.
This latter point is why I both hate MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-53827539232714057542016-08-21T00:06:00.000+01:002016-08-21T00:06:53.751+01:00Yeah yeah, it's been a whileCrikey, I was still on the young side of very old last time I wrote this. Still, it's easier than starting over. Does anyone still use/read Blogger any more? I don't think I do. Do I?
My imaginary reader is reading bloglovin? Really?
So, here, why?
Well, the postman/fellow dog walker/person in the shop/random passer by doesn't necessarily want to know my every thought or to be ranted at.
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-54478926798105740862014-09-11T17:25:00.002+01:002014-09-12T08:33:02.487+01:00Independent defending.
On September the 18th 2014, I shall be marching to the polling station and proudly marking my X next to Yes. I do think Scotland should be an independent country.I started off from a "probably" position. I'm not an SNP member though and I don't consider myself an SNP voter. I expect to vote Green in the next elections. They also support Yes, quietly and reasonably.
I'm not alone, Noam Chomsky MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-24005522847449419542014-01-02T03:42:00.002+00:002014-01-02T14:40:34.889+00:00A new startI'm starting afresh. Come find me at http://ostensiblyowl.blogspot.co.uk/
MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-88228255615574684492013-01-16T23:53:00.001+00:002013-01-16T23:53:21.810+00:00RIP Pete BarnesTragically this morning, a helicopter in London crashed into a crane and subsequently burst into flames, killing the pilot of the helicopter and another person.
I don't know the exact circumstances, but I did know that Pete Barnes, the pilot, was an exceptional man. As a teenager, I was lucky enough to be taken for a spin in a helicopter by this gorgeous man, and I also had the pleasure of givingMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-13924429344603410112013-01-14T02:33:00.001+00:002014-09-11T17:27:22.263+01:00Ladies and gentlemen, I'm jumping on the bandwagon Yeah, I'm late. Checking into Twitter, I find some amount of venom aimed at Ms Julie Burchill.
So I Google her name.
So, we don't like transsexuals today. Or we do, and we don't like them being slagged off.
Sigh. Here *we* go again. Feminists versus the world.
I didn't like Ms Burchill's piece because it is vile. But I also resented being involuntarily lumped in as an uneducated, working class MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-55084368719619376542013-01-09T23:19:00.000+00:002013-01-10T00:48:58.315+00:00It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life... and I'm feeling mehOk, it's not a new day, dawn or life, and it's not quite new year any more either. But I haven't blogged in a while, no, really, and so I feel compelled to say:
A very merry Christmas to all the bots out there! And I do hope all the legions of real people anxiously awaiting my latest bloggage had a most splendid Christmas. And indeed, anyone else. Them too. A really happy one.
Christmas for me MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-38203610398566630212012-12-21T01:51:00.001+00:002012-12-21T01:51:13.382+00:00It's the end of the world as we know itOoh. Today is the day the world ends, except it doesn't.
According to Mayan calendars, December 21 2012 marks the end of the 13th baktun, which means that they've been through 13 cycles of 394 years and today marks the end of the current one.
The existing Mayans who live in Belize point out to the scaremongers that it is simply the end of a time, not the end of time. For them, a new cycle is dueMDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-84705418638880465302012-12-17T00:19:00.001+00:002012-12-17T00:21:34.438+00:00Wiggo!How gratifying to see Bradley Wiggins win BBC Sports Personality of the Year. A truly deserved win.
First he won the Tour de France, the first British rider to do so, and then right on the tail of that, off he went to the Olympics to win gold.
Brilliant sportsmanship, and what a thoroughly nice man he is. Not arrogant in the slightest, humble and just an all round good bloke, as well as being MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-47827937232376076222012-12-14T23:41:00.000+00:002013-01-10T00:19:08.883+00:00December 14thRIP innocent children in Newtown, Connecticut.
There are no words for this tragedy other than sending thoughts to those who have lost their precious angels so close to Christmas. May they be at peace.
Cuddle your own babies close to you.MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-43380758529083759892012-12-12T02:29:00.001+00:002012-12-12T02:29:26.220+00:00The glorious 12th No, not that one. The date today, being 12/12/12, marks the last properly matching date in our lifetime. Which is sad, if you're sad like me and have a mild obsession with dates and numbers.
We've been spoilt, with all the lovely dates starting on 01/01/01, running through 02/02/02, 03/03/03, passing my mother's brilliant birthday on 07/07/07, and onwards up till today.
Not to mention the MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761870062555904974.post-20595577457242928072012-12-09T02:28:00.003+00:002012-12-09T02:32:22.533+00:00For the love of the flaming boxHave I mentioned before how great Firebox are? I should have, so we'll assume I have.
So, reasons why they are great:
I love most of their products. I want to gift everyone I know with nifty gifts, and I mentally categorise people by how much they would appreciate an unnecessary but cool gizmo. If they'd like a voodoo knife block, then I like them.
http://www.firebox.com/product/1109/MDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01806469122635539831noreply@blogger.com0