Baby Monitor Talk

This video was posted by Judy of http://itsjudytime.com on her facebook page https://www.facebook.com/itsjudytime on August 21st, 2015. The little girls are identical twins, born on March 7th 2014.

Baby Monitor talk
I rarely talk with the girls through the baby monitor. But when I do, this usually happens.
Posted by Itsjudytime on Friday, 21 August 2015

All The Good Times

I was pretty excited to finish my latest job (a Discovery series called 'How Do They Do It?') - and kept telling people 'I have next week off!'. Phil helpfully pointed out that I wasn't so much 'off' as 'unemployed'. Thanks Phil. I'm going to start calling it 'annual leave' as this apparently sounds better.

The week off was indeed pretty awesome. I spent five hours on a Monday afternoon in the piano rooms with Ben and Emily (check out my latest song that they kindly agreed to sing for me - with only slightly dodgy sound quality) during which we learnt all the harmonies to the Songs For A New World Opening, failed to do the revue version justice and Phil flat out refused to sing Nigel's part for some reason!

Later in the week there was a lovely afternoon with Sonya and also running round Regents' Park with Fiona and her aunt. On Friday there was an interlude during which Tristan and Rosie and I went for a nice afternoon at the Science Museum and ended up rummaging through bags of cafeteria rubbish with Chads Chadwick. I think it was supposed to be art. Mostly it was coffee cups, paper towels and bits of slimy food. The rubbish sorting team had previously found exciting bits of thrown out stuff such as some large red and white blood cells and two small plastic dragons. We failed to find anything exciting, although yelling 'where are my dragons?' did give the whole thing a dramatic Game of Thrones vibe so there's that.

On Saturday I went to the magical but slightly surreal wedding of 'Anna and Josh' - who had been the lead characters in 'The Dark Side' back in 2010 when she was in her first term at Imperial. I had been quite confused at the time when the actors playing the romantic leads actually got together (a fact I think I denied for some time in the face of the obvious) and the wedding and reception in Nottinghamshire was a continuation of this. I'm still not entirely sure what is real. There were flowers in her hair and huge piles of structurally unstable chocolate cake and the vicar in the church started the sermon by asking them the difference between a mixture and a compound. Did that really happen? I hope so because it was brilliant. There was some confusion between the bride and groom before the bride managed to produce a text-book answer and the vicar (an endearingly awkward young lady) then went on to liken marriage to turning from a mixture to a compound, bound "not by covalent or ionic bonds, but by the bond of love". She also explained that in any relationship it is important to give, "much like sodium gives up its outer electrons to chlorine" and ended with "Love, like the nucleus, is at the centre of all things". I was in tears in the back row - though that may also have been due to the coughing fit during the vows. Oops.

I'm currently in Mumbai airport with my mum and brother - all three of us sitting in a row with our laptops out like the cool kids we are. They overbooked our flight to Hyderabad so we have a three hour wait until the next one which my mum wasn't very impressed by but hey, free wifi!

It has been SO nice lounging around in Mumbai. And eating. There was a lot of eating. Many and various curries mainly - mmmmm. And we went shopping in Westside (*throws 'W' gang side*) which is lucky as I didn't pack that many clothes - I mainly plan to buy them all! We have three second-cousins who we've never met before (twin boys aged 8 and their older brother Steven who's 11) so that was really nice too - if somewhat exhausting. The twins can make even doing a puzzle seem like chaos with pieces flying everywhere and far more shouting than seems necessary!

We also went for a buffet at 'Mainland China' which was awesomely swanky. The starters were mostly just delicious dimsum and there was an entire buffet of dessert which I didn't notice until the end or I'd have left more room! I managed to fit in some honey noodles with butterscotch and chocolate ice-cream and chocolate sauce though. It's a hard life.

My great aunt, Aruna-nayanamma, had booked the table for us and managed to lie to the restaurant while doing so. "They asked if it was anyone's birthday, so I said yes, I don't know why!". We figured someone would have to pretend it was their birthday but no-one was very keen. Especially not after a birthday on a nearby table turned out to involve a man with a guitar and lots of singing and clapping. My aunt tried to target the youngest person at the table, her grandson Steven, who had been sitting quietly minding his own noodles. "Why don't you just say it's your birthday, ok? You don't need to be embarassed." Steven was unimpressed - "No! Why don't you say it's yours!".

Aruna-nayanamma relented with "Fine, I'll just say the person who's birthday it is didn't come." Soon enough the chap came over to check and asked who's birthday it was. My aunt was barely halfway through her explanation of the birthday-boy's no-show before Steven piped up out of nowhere "It's her birthday, she's just embarrassed!". There wasn't much Aruna-nayanamma could say to that - and though she tried to plead with them - "Do you really have to sing??" there was indeed guitaring and singing and clapping and a slice of cake with a candle. The real bonus however, was when they inexplicably presented us with a free bottle of champagne at the end of the meal! It was quite nice too. And the moral of the story is... 'lying will get you free champagne'. Or is it 'Don't try to mess with your grandson or it could backfire'? Or maybe 'Don't pretend it's your birthday unless you're happy to sit through embarrassing singing".

Right, that's the gist of the last week and a half. There was also the three year gap in blog posts before this but I'm just going to ignore that.

My New Bohemian Pad

So in case you didn't guess (or are Ravi) I went for Option B and last night finally moved in properly. I lugged a ridiculous amount of stuff from London and my back did not thank me for it. However once I got here it was wonderful - I've completely failed to unpack anything except the bed clothes and a toothbrush!

I arrived late on Sunday and pestered the lovely Craig until he told me how to make the internet work, how to walk to the BBC offices and lent me a dust cloth since the landlord had not unexpectedly failed to clean the room. He also gave me chocolate which contributed significantly to the happiness.

This morning I woke up, discovered that we have a cat (It's very beautiful. I like cats. Just not in a look-at-this-cute-youtube-clip-of-a-kitten-!-! way), checked out the kitchen facilities and set off for work! This mostly involves walking right through Moss Side but, er, don't tell Angie. ¬_¬

This house is amazing. It's got wooden floors, except for on the stairs where the worn edges of the carpet are covered over with gaffa tape, the hall is impractically thin but adorned with various bits of art, postcards and letters, the desk lamp in my room is broken and the bedroom lamp is hanging by the wires from the wall, the curtains are thin so I've hung a spare duvet I found across them, the blind for the skylight above the bed is sellotaped to the wall, there're no drawers in my room, I'm sleeping under the eaves with an old TV and there's a note written directly onto the wall in the kitchen that says "Select object. Look for use for object. If no use can be found, object is art."

In short, I love this house!

Please choose one of the following options...

Option A

So my room hunt started with a house in Rusholme. Except it turned out not to really be in Rusholme but in Moss Side. Not knowing much about Manchester, I asked various people for advice. The general reply? 'Stay out of Moss Side, you will die'. So off I went to see the room in Moss Side (hey, it was cheap!) with a rather nervous Pete (my dad's helpful friend) in tow. My first thought was that Angie would not approve of the road I had to go down as it was next to a park and looked like it would probably be dark and scary. What Angie would think is playing a large part in my room-hunting.

The house was narrow and dingy. The smaller single bedroom turned out to be larger than my London room and (again similar to my London room) filled with such a large bed that half of the room was inaccessible. The guy who was living there already said it wasn't a very bad area and that he'd never had any trouble. Then again he was big and bald and tough looking. :S

Option B

The second house wass 15 minutes away just outside of the official boundary of 'Moss Side'. Despite Sarah Ryan's sister's description of Rusholme ("Rusholme is curry mile...so it's generally student halls or cheap quite run down terraces. Lots of muggings etc. It's prob not horrific but i wouldn't pick it unless i was skint") it looked really nice. Plus curry, that's good right? And I am totally skint. So er, yeah, lovely tree lined road and it was all looking suburban and nice.

I was shown around the house by current flatmate Abby. The first room I passed in the narrow hall had a bunk bed in it. Awesome. Well, not so much a bed that was a bunk but a bed that was on a raised platform filling half the room with a desk underneath. It turns out the landlord is some crazy DIY guy who occasionally knocks down walls unexpectedly and things like that. I'm assuming this is why all the bedrooms are split level with a smaller lower desk area and a higher platform with a mattress, accessible by some steep steps. The sleeping area in the room I was viewing was right up under the eaves with a little sky light directly above and a broken TV in the corner. It's basically like a crazy tree house bedroom.

Downstairs was a little kitchen-dining space and a dark sitting room with an extra mattress in. Dave (the guy with the bunkbed) is apparently an artist so there are various pictures around. Final flatmate Craig turned up smoking a cigarette (Angie would disapprove!) and advised on the easiest ways to get anywhere, the consensus being biking or walking are both quicker than buses! So to summarise, it was crazy, filled with bohemians, super cheap and within walking distance of work.

Option C

We wandered through Manchester for half an hour looking for the third place, a double bedroom in a studenty house in Fallowfield. The girls living there were very friendly and looking for someone to fill the place of a student who had gone home for the summer. They had two adorable young cats and it was a spacious and clean house on three levels, the sort that would make a good family home. Angie would approve! It was miles cheaper than London but still out of my price range.




I know I shoulda looked at more than three places, but I was kinda in love already. Guess which one I took? :)

Onwards and Northwards

The North, Day 1.

Explorers log, Northern outpost. Yesterday I ventured beyond the known bounds of civilisation into a land known only as 'The North'. I boarded a train at Euston station and a few minutes' travel later it was grey and raining. Just as reports had suggested, the North is a cold cold place.

My destination was Manchester, my mission to find somewhere to live before starting a new job in two days time. My main objectives were to find somewhere in Manchester that I could live without getting mugged and to subsequently learn to live without Angie's amazing cooking. Also, if I got mugged, Angie would be really cross and also Phil would force me to stay in London forever after.

Fortunately it turns out Manchester is made of lollipops and rainbows. I was met at the station by my dad's friend Pete with whom I am staying for the week. He handed me a bus pass for the week, showed me how to get the bus from my new office back to his sister's house where I have a lovely bed in the spare room and his sister Pat cooked us dinner!

Not only that but he even took me all around Manchester (mostly by foot, partly by bus) to view various rooms that I'd found on spareroom.co.uk. We also managed not to get mugged which was a total bonus.

In the next post, look forward to the excitement of reading about the three fantabulous properties I viewed yesterday!

Over and out.

Exhaustion and Elation

I can't believe it's over.

Now what?!?

These pictures are gorgeous though...

I'll just gaze at them for a while...

My cast are so pretty!

Shiny shiny goodness :D

One month to go...

So everything has settled down. We've lost several cast members (some minions and also sadly some quite good people who I couldn't give good enough parts to) but have been left with a good number of lovely 'tekkors' whose job it is to wander round the set building things of which they do a pretty convincing job. We've rehearsed most of the first act and some of the second and have had our first production meeting!

Having two directors is proving invaluable in rehearsals, especially when I occasionally turn up having not been home the previous night. Ahem. I have learnt my lesson and will endavour to be on top form for all future rehearsals! Nigel is providing some great improv games and scenarios, helping the actors really work out what their characters are beyond just the written lines. I'm busy being picky about lines and blocking and the cast are busy being generally awesome. I'm looking forward to getting everyone off book though and so have set a deadline for line-learning of a week today!

Adam, the producer, organised the first production meeting and seems to have found almost all the actual minions and heads-of-department needed to actually run the show. Christine is doing costumes which is lovely, Simon got roped back in to do publicity as well as act and die horribly on stage, and apparently there are several freshers who we're keen to get involved as well. We need to draw as many new people as we can into our DramSoc web of doom! Come to the dark side, we've got cookies, etc.

On your right you will see a preliminary set design Henry has just sent me and which I hope he won't mind me posting here. Ah well, he'll probably never find out. ¬_¬ It's all very pretty anyway. Apart from it will also have set dressing. And stairs I hope, otherwise that could be tricky. And it won't be green and brick coloured. But apart from that - ooh look isn't it pretty! :) Am very excited. Not as excited as Henry though, he's going a bit crazy trying to work out how much crazy stuff he can fit into the set. Is quite alarming! I shall have to meet up with him soon and find out more of his crazy crazy plans...

An infinite number of minions...

So that's it - finally I have cast it. In the end we had 38 people come to auditions! Even with the four who subsequently dropped out it will be the biggest cast DramSoc has had in years. What do I do with them all?!

It was quite frustrating not to have enough speaking parts to go round - there was a lot of potential there and some people who could do very well but I just wasn't able to give them a big enough part. Still, most of them seem happy to be involved anyway. Now I just have to make sure I keep them entertained! The biggest challenge will be the first rehearsal on Sunday for which I've called everyone though a few people can't make it. I'm planning on lots of ice-breaker and acting games to ease us into the process and get to know each other before starting some basic blocking for scenes. Though since most of the 'extras' will be improvising there won't necessarily be a lot of blocking. Hmm. I'll think of something! :S

Very impressed with all the talent though and really excited about working with people. The guy cast as the villain was deliciously evil and there are several incredibly talented new faces - as well as a few familiar ones. The next challenge will be working out a rehearsal schedule that everyone can actually make it to. :S

The script is pretty much almost entirely finalised mostly. There are a couple of good lines I haven't been able to fit in, and a few major plot/character failings that are impossible to fix, but I'm quite pleased with it. I've got it down to fifty-six pages too which I'm really hoping isn't too long. Tomorrow will be the end of the road for script re-drafts as I have to print out thirty-four copies ready for the cast read-through! Fortunately I've had lots and lots of help, comments and suggestions. :)

Have also been messing around with a black/white theme for the posters but I'm not convinced it's really what we're after. What do you think?

Auditions

I'm actually in a play myself this week but I had to take a couple of hours out to some auditions for The Dark Side. There will be more auditions at the weekend but we thought we'd grab the people who turned up to the acting workshop - and there were actually quite a few. As the workshop finished at about 4pm we started off with about ten people and realised we didn't really have enough scripts to go round! As we got to five o'clock and had gotten through barely half of them, more and more people started arriving. There's wasn't a sign on the door, so people kept wandering in, and when they did, there weren't enough scripts for them and I had to jump up and explain the process in the middle of an audition. Co-director Nigel kept running outside to get copies of the relevant bits of scripts so he could read in for the other characters in the scene. It was chaos.

At this point the almighty Tosin turned up and proceeded to save the day. I have never been to an audition which needed a bouncer before, but Tosin fit the bill perfectly. He also managed to photocopy enough scripts for everyone and even did some crafty flyering for 'The Ugly One' as well! Both myself and my poor producer got a bit of an earful along the lines of 'this what you should have done! Why does no-one listen to me?!' :)

In the end there were twenty-four of them. Twenty-four! We were there till 7pm, bar a short but vital loo break. It's only the first audition and there are more than enough people to fill the parts already! It was also great to see so many new faces, and in particular so many very impressive new faces! We got a couple of people (villains in particular for some reason) who seemed perfect for a particular part - and many who I'm going to have trouble finding good enough roles for.

After the auditions I spend the rest of the evening in a combined tech/plot (or 'plotech' ¬_¬) for The Ugly One which opens tonight and is very awesome. Luke, Phil, Tosin and I spent most of it singing quite loudly, and when Henry and John Winters turned up they were told that the sex scene wasn't even in the play it was just Phil and I having fun. Hmmm. Managed to get the 12.36am bus home, so now am rather sleepy!

Oh, and I almost forgot - Chads (our props guy) auditioned too! He read the role of Josh - the props guy in the play, leading to the following status:

Chads Chadwick Is a techie acting as an actor by auditioning for a part playing a techie in a play he will be teching. This may be confusing.

The Story of a Play, Episode IV

Tuesday was Imperial College freshers' fair (or fayre). It was incredible to see the sudden burst of manic activity in college following a long summer of having the union to ourselves. I flitted down to the MTsoc table (half of which had been sneakily taken over by techies) on a couple of occassions but spent most of my time in the Union Concert Hall which had been taken over by Dramsoc. There I courted anyone who was foolish enough to poke their head round the corner, persuading all and sundry that they needed to join Dramsoc and audition for my play/be a techie.

To bring you up to speed then, I have written a play! And I thought that since this blog has been so neglected it needed a theme and a purpose. This purpose, I have decided, will be to keep you all informed of the progress of this year's Imperial Dramsoc Christmas Show - 'The Dark Side'.

Work has already begun - I've found most of my production team, had some very productive meetings with Set Designer Henry, got logo ideas from Adam, worked over the script several times (with thanks to Adam and Priyan among others for their helpful suggestions) and of course press-ganged everyone I know into auditioning.

May not be actual logo.

So basically this will be one giant plug. Hmm, that doesn't sound like it'll make for fascinating reading. I will have to find enough interesting occurences to give you all something exciting to read. Well we'll see how it goes, and I shall try not to bore you!

In the mean-time I have a job interview, work and extensive rehearsals to get to tomorrow so good-night until next time!

The hero of every story

Once upon a time there was a boy who never grew up. He was proud and reckless, won every battle and was the hero of every story. No daughter could resist the lure of such adventures and so they followed him, soaring through the skies of magical world and seeing incredible things. But one day they would remember the families they left behind and one day they would have to grow up. And so the boy would be alone again until the next time. But everyone who came would leave him, for they had to grow up and he never could. And he was still filled with his own greatness, and still daring and still reckless, ancient and forever and burning at the centre of time, and his companions came and went and he never aged. And he was wonderful.

Every child grows up. Except one.

Noises Off !

[A review I wrote for the Imperial College Dramsoc performance of Noises Off]

Antimini sneaks into the dress rehearsal for Noises Off and gets totally confused.

When it comes to a play within a play, Dramsoc's latest production takes full advantage of the confusion. Although I set out with the noble aim of relating to you the witty intricacies of the plot of Noises Off, at the time I was too busy wiping away tears of laughter to work out exactly what was going on.



Noises Off is Michael Frayn's smash hit comedy about a bunch of actors attempting to put on the not-so-smash-hit farce 'Nothing On'. Dramsoc have joyfully embraced the shabby setting of the Union Concert Hall as well as their own extensive experience with wobbly sets and broken props to create a story that is both utterly ridiculous and suspiciously familiar.

Aided by some impeccable acting talent, director Fran Buckland has crafted a beautiful piece of visual theatre that is one of Dramsoc's most professional productions for some time. Newcomer Nigel Fullerton keeps the audience in fits of laughter, often without saying a word, while Gilead Amit's god-like voice is all we need to find ourselves empathising with the long-suffering director. The whole cast display a wonderful comic flair that barely allows the audience to catch their breath.



Watching the dress rehearsal last Tuesday was a thoroughly surreal experience as characters discussed their imminent opening night, real and fake techies wandered around fixing things, and copious amounts of sardines were flung around the stage. I'm pretty sure the sardines were supposed to be there (they may in fact have been integral to the plot) but it was usually impossible to tell whether the strings of hilarious screw-ups were really in the script or not.



The play gets off to a slow start and there is some initially quite confusing mime in the second act but it doesn't take long for the pace to pick up and the gags to start piling up. Solid performances from the whole cast carry us through as each act grows into a crescendo of farcical events. Tom Veitch for example embodies a consistent and utterly believable helplessness in his character, while Simon Worthington gives the endearing impression of having just accidentally wandered onto the set.



Having watched the dress rehearsal I am not entirely sure where Dramsoc ends and the cast and crew of 'Nothing On' begins. Director Fran sat in front of me watching the dress with her head in her hands at times while in front of her the 'Nothing On' director sat despairing. I'm informed that set designer John Winters didn't sleep for days in order to create the ridiculously ambitious set which is essentially what happens in the play. In fact I'm pretty sure Nigel smashed the fourth wall in with his foot at one point while falling down some stairs.



For a taste of what to expect from Noises Off you could try checking out the photos that accompany this review, that is if there are any - at several points I saw the photographer unable to hold his camera steady due to being collapsed against the stage giggling - but for some good laughter therapy you're probably better off going along and watching it for yourself.

http://felixonline.co.uk/?article=124

Ten Thing The New Who Generation Can Grow Up Terrified Of:

Everyone ready to hide behind your sofas? That's right, they're the creepiest, lowest budget space monsters around. Be afraid, be very afraid of...

10. Televisions
(a somewhat counter-productive phobia to introduce to potential viewers)

9. Anyone playing a brass instrument while wearing a santa suit.
(most children sensibly extend this to all father christmases)

8. Shop Window Dummies
(not just new who, this is one for all the family)

7. Fat People
(and chips. An RTD anti-obesity campaign?)

6. Christmas Trees
(they're out to get you)

5. GPS
(I always knew they couldn't be trusted)

4. Gas Masks
(all war period dramas are suddenly terrifying)

3. Blinking
(now that's just mean)

2. Water
(you just know that they were standing at the water cooler trying to come up with an original idea)

and finally, the scariest thing the doctor who scriptwriters could come up with!

*fanfare*

1. The Dark
(and when it's sunny: argh, shadows!)

Dos Anos

Una palabra de espanol, un nombre, un bosque, una comida. Hay tiempos, cuando yo pienso en la isla. Y me siento, tal ves, feliz o triste. Pero yo no se que hacer.

An Illusion

"You know, I dream about you," I told her last night.
"Really?"
"All the time"
How does she respond? What is she thinking? Even here I can't tell. But it doesn't matter, because we say little else, we just touch and cling to the comfort that was. Here it's ok, even it is only ok for here and for now, at least it's something. It's an imagination of a future constructed from the past. And firmly ignoring the reality of the present. Hope has no chance with the present.
"I dream about you all the time" I tell the comforting illusion, without ever realising that it isn't real.

I am Virginia Galilei

I like science. In fact, I’d go as far as saying I love science. Yeah. I do love science. I believe in science! Science is basically awesome. But still, there are limits to my commitment. I mean I’m all for fighting for things I believe in, but…well it’s not the most important thing in the world. If I had to choose between the cause of science, and my family’s happiness say, or my sight, or my freedom… But no. I’m no hero, I’m just a person. An imperfect, selfish, short-sighted person, but hopefully my failings will never dramatically alter the course of science. In which case, in 400 years it’s unlikely that anyone will be proclaiming the international year of astronomy on the anniversary of anything I’ve done.

But there have been people in the history of this world who have changed the course of science. Galileo Galilei, who 400 hundred years ago first turned his telescope onto the heavens, was one of those people: a true hero of science. A hero not just for his discoveries, but because in the face of opposition from The Almighty Church and the holy inquisition he stuck stubbornly to the evidence. He was one of the great champions of the scientific method; Einstein called him the ‘father of science’.

So, to summarise: Science = Awesome, and Galileo = Awesome. Sounds simple enough. Except that over the past few weeks I’ve gotten to know Galileo. Not literally of course, he’s dead. The Galileo I’ve gotten to know is fictional, created by the playwright Berthold Brecht and performed by a second year physicist. So I can hardly claim to be an expert on the historical figure. But in fictionalising this character, Brecht has turned him from a hero into a person; a living, breathing human being with his own drives and passions and flaws. And suddenly I am relating to this man not as one of the greatest scientists in history but as my own father. It’s almost certain that I’m taking method acting to a peculiar extreme here, but in playing his daughter my entire perspective on Galileo Galilei has changed. Suddenly I find myself thinking ‘Wait a minute, I don’t care about the bloody human race, what about me? What am I supposed to do if my father gets arrested for heresy?’ I am selfish even in fiction it seems. But Brecht takes us back into history and makes us see this hero as a man. I see in his actions not his selfless dedication to a cause, but his need to boast, his pleasure in provoking authority and his inability to stop experimenting even when his own life was at risk. I have to remind myself that it is just a play, and his daughter is just a character, and his contribution towards science is more important than his failings as a father, but still I am bitter.

Next week the play will be performed and perhaps after that I can have my identity back. Hopefully I’ll be able to place Galileo once more on a pedestal at a comfortable distance and not have to stare through a telescope at his very human motivations and flaws. I still respect his achievements and his contributions to science. He still deserves our praise, but for me Galileo Galilei isn’t a hero anymore. He is a person, just like me. An imperfect, selfish, short-sighted person. Yet his short-comings altered the course of science.

'The Life of Galileo' by Bertolht Brecht is being performed at the Imperial College Union from the 18th to 21st March. Doors open at 7pm.

Tintin

If this film really does go ahead with all these people involved I may faint from excitement.


Clockwise from top left: Thomas Sangster, Steven Moffat, Tintin and Snowy, Peter Jackson, Steven Spielberg, Andy Serkis.

Alone on MSN

Antimini says:
Angie says you're there. Are you there? Is she lying to me? Have you blocked me? Do you hate me. Oh dear.
Antimini says:
(yes I know I'm not here but I am really)

Antimini says:
I think probably it's the hate
Antimini says:
It is the hate
Antimini says:
My other brother blocked me on msn you know
Antimini says:
I think maybe he hated me
Antimini says:
He said he didn't after. It was just a phase maybe. He hasn't unblocked me though.
Antimini says:
You're a bit old for a phase.

Antimini says:
I'm appearing offline. But that's alright. That's just normal healthy hiding from people.
Antimini says:
But blocking is mean. Coz it says 'I hate you!'
Antimini says:
Everyone except Angie apparently

Antimini says:
I like appearing offline although I have of course begun to realise that so does everyone else meaning we never actually talk to each other.
Maybe i should just block people I don't want to talk to too. That would be kinda clever I spose. But that only makes sense if other people do the same. Just thinking about myself it makes no difference and I prefer hiding.

Antimini says:
If you don't answer me I will post this on the interwebs.
Antimini says:
If you've blocked me, are you even getting this?
Antimini says:
Oh man I'm talking to myself again aren't I? *sigh*
Ah well. At least the internet is my friend.


Antimini says:
Angielala says:
ADeAdMan - "Go then. There are other worlds than these." says:
when she comes online, the she gets unblocked (i#m actually maybe slightly crazy aren't I (

Antimini says:
Hypocrite!
Oh.
Yeah
like me.

Damn.

Time is an illusion

Good morning blogosphere!
Or is that good night? It does get so hard to tell.

I went to bed last night knowing that, being back at home after a looong and gorgeous cantabrian holiday, I would need to get up the next morning to do the animals. Leaving them locked in the dark and starving until my usual getting up time of midday is considered bad form, so, I told myself that I had darned well better get to bed at a semi-decent hour and get my sleeping patterns back in order!

Then I found some ever so helpful and considerate suggestions from YouTube that distracted me for a teensy while. Then I found the whole of the BBC miniseries 'Casanova' on YouTube. It's awesome. Really awesome. In fact it's 172 minutes of awsome. That's some quite time-consuming awesome there.

It's now almost 5am and the sun is rising and I'm wondering whether it would really make that much difference if I just waited a little while then did the animals before going to sleep.

So I shall bid good morning to you and a variety of chickens, turkeys and pigeons, and then go to sleep. Good night!

My deep and meaningful learning experience...

Carrying on with the theme of scrubs-esque titles, here are some of the things I have learnt over the past few days...

• Earrings are incompatible with phones.
• Perennial allergic rhinitis is nothing to do with rhinos.
• When it is a sunny morning and you leave your cardigan at home it WILL rain.
• There is road called Strawberry Mead at which there is a house no. 64 and I would like to live there.
• The backs of stickers are good places for secrets.
• The third musketeer was Athos.
• Never stick matches in your ear - even if you have an annoying itch.
• Not giving your temps their own log-ins is very annoying.
• The time before lunch is infinite.
• You can do anything with google.
• I can sing.
• "Aaaaaadriiiic!" sounds a bit like "Baaaaldriiiick!" but the two phrases have very different meanings.