Wish I were there

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I hate it when he phones.

Ok. Strike that. I obviously do not hate it when he phones. (Please phone again.)

It just makes it harder to forget where he is and what he’s doing, that’s all. For your information, they’re at Bushmill’s, and later today they will be sailing to Islay with – apparently – a strong following wind. I’d much rather be here in the office writing stupid views. Much rather. If I say it enough times, do you think I’ll believe it?

Sigh.

76,5.

Sigh. Siiiighhh.

Accio concentration.

Voices in my head: Bon Jovi – If That’s What it Takes

Trying to concentrate

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We have a problem, and I need to sort it out. And I’ve got other stuff to do, which really has to be done by the time I clock off on Friday. So a teeny-weeny bit of concentration would be useful. Fat chance.

And it’s the 17th today, too.

79,5 hours to go. Past the half-way mark, at least.

Voice in my head: Shakira – Underneath Your Clothes

I seem to remember

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…saying I was going to stop doing the Monday Mission.

Well, you shouldn’t hold your breath, obviously.

1. Chrystal said in last week’s Monday Mission that the chore she dreaded most was having to “fold and put away clothes.” What regular chore(s) do you dread the most?
I don’t do ironing.

2. Have you ever tried any of the “tabbed” browsers like MyIE2, Safari or Mozilla Firebird? Do you like it better than a one-window browser? How come?
I like tabbed browsers. I’ve been planning to download Mozilla for ages, I’m just too lazy to have gotten round to it yet. The benefit is pretty obvious if you’re in the habit of having several webpages up at a time, which I am – especially if you also tend to have a lot of other applications up, the task bar can get rather crowded.

3. I was told last night that normal people don’t spend as much time on the computer as I do. That if I’d devote that energy toward something else, anything else, I could have probably cured cancer by now. I don’t think my time is wasted when I am on-line or otherwise working on the PC, but maybe it really is more time than so-called “normal’ people. Do you ever get criticized for being on the computer too much? How much time do you spend on the PC and/or on-line? Is it too much time are or do they just not “get” us?
I can’t remember the last time someone criticised me for spending too much time online, but then I don’t suppose most people have any idea of how many hours I do spend online (and that includes myself).

4. One of the phrases I notice every week when read in the job listings is “must be a highly motivated self-starter.” I have no idea what that means. To me it sounds like what they really want to say is “must be able to take a lot of crap and not complain.” That could be why I don’t get many second interviews. In your opinion, what is a “self-starter?” Are you a “self-starter?”
I would hope that what they mean is that they want someone who will do a job they see needs doing (and see that it needs doing in the first place) without having to be told to do it. I’m one and I’m not one. It depends on the job. If it’s something I’d like to do, I certainly won’t wait for instructions, but otherwise I might just pretend not to have noticed…

5. Let’s take that thought one step further: Write a Job Ad that describes you perfectly (as you are now, not as your “ideal” self) as well as the ideal job you’d like to get paid for doing.
Yikes.

6. As you may know, I have (Adult)ADD in a bad way, severe even. Although I’d very much like to be rid of it, I don’t take meds for it because they made me very irritable and very unpleasant to be around. Do you take medications on a regular basis, or ever attempted to? Have they caused any side effects? Is it worth enduring them for the benefit you receive from the medication?
(I didn’t know, actually.) No. I don’t take medication regularly, I have, thanks be, never had any reason to.

7. Some things should just stay in the past, you know? I’ve found many memories are better as memories. When you try to re-live them they never seem to be able to live up to the memory. Maybe we glamorize them over time. Or maybe they were as good as we think, but something from “now” gets in the way and you just can’t get past it. What moment from the past have you tried to re-live that has fallen short of the memory?
I used to love going to the circus. It’s no fun anymore. I keep thinking what a waste and feeling concerned about the animals’ welfare and such and it all gets in the way of the enjoyment.

Flak

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It seems Heather has been receiving flak for linking to kabalarians.com for one of the Friday Five questions. Ok, people: Get a grip! What’s the fuss? I thought it was an interesting question and if you don’t like it, just STOP DOING THE FRIDAY FIVE. It’s not as if anyone’s forcing you to.

Anyway, one positive upshoot of all this is that more links have been added for name analysis. Astroexpert seems somewhat useless (without more explanation), though it turns out I’m a Scorpio in the Rasi astrological system:

Ascendant : Scorpio (LORD : Mars)
Sun Sign (Western) : Aries (LORD : Mars)
Birth Sign (Rasi) : Scorpio (LORD : Mars)
Birth Star : Anuradha
Charan : 1

But triggur.org has to be the best yet:

RAGNHILD

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From the Mesopotamian root meaning “Ugly Brute”
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Expression: Ragnhild is empowered by hurting other peoples’ feelings.
Personality: Ragnhild is cruel and compassionless in positions of power.
Natural: Ragnhild is pale and sickly.
Emotional: Ragnhild hates happy people.
Character: Ragnhild will turn on you in an instant.
Physical: Ragnhild doesn’t bathe regularly.
Mental: Ragnhild isn’t rowing with both oars.
Motivation: Ragnhild hates dealing with the details.

Ah

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Home again. Much better. At least I can work off some frustration by emptying the closet to get at the box of maps-and-such which has been hidden at the back there since I moved in. I’m sure I’ve got a road atlas of Britain or something. Time will tell.

Voices in my head: Elton John and Marcella Detroit – Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing

Missing you

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So. He’s gone and I’m at my grandparents. The latter might not have been the most brilliant decision ever. True, if I hadn’t gone now, I wouldn’t have been able to make it until some time in November, which would have left them waiting for a visit rather a bit longer than preferrable. On the other hand, it’s so quiet here that I have very little to prevent me continually thinking about the next 7 days.

I’m rereading OotP (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix) to distract myself – which sort of helps. As long as I’m reading I’m at least not thinking about anything else. But my grandfather is world champion in dalmilling*, so I keep being distracted from the distraction, so to say, and so have plenty of opportunity to experience flashes of acute longing.

I’m torn between feeling immensly sorry for myself and two more positive emotions – a sort of gratitude that I’ve actually found someone to miss so intensly (I was beginning to doubt the possibility) and fascination at the totally out-of-character flavour of it all: I do not want to spend time with anyone 24/7 – at least, I never used to want it before. Alarmingly, I talked to my mother earlier – my father is in Finnmark for some job-thingamagig – and she claims it doesn’t actually get any easier. And they’ve been married for 30 years… I hope, at least, that it’s possible to get a bit more used to the feeling. At the moment it seems especially fervent because it takes me by surprise every time it hits. Still, I’d rather feel like this than not – I’ve been humming Bjørn Eidsvåg. Specifically:

Eg like å savna – då kjenne eg at eg høre te,
då vet eg at eg e glad i nåken, som gjør meg te den eg e.

(“I like to miss – I feel then that I belong,
I know then that I love someone, that makes me who I am”)

I hope, at least, that he’s having a good time. It would be a pity to go though this for no good reason.

10 hours down, 164 to go.

Voice in my head: whasername – It might as well rain until September (except it’s already September, so that’s a bit silly)