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Really quite tired, a busy day yesterday for a supposed day off - but I now have carpets! Ah the simple joy of walking around barefooted over a thick pile carpet. Mmmm. I need something relaxing after having to remove all the old carpets myself and lug them to the dump so the fitters could put the new ones down. I hadn't realised that they wouldn't do that!
But as ever "things work out" which is becoming a mental motto in a way, don't stress or fret, just get on with it and things will work out somehow.
Anyway; Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andrewdavies and karohemd for helping move my pile of furniture1 into the other rooms, and my Rolemaster minions on Tuesday for helping me move most of it back in. Task for the day; reconstruct my cupboards of doom and put my clothes back in... so I can pack them all tomorrow morning.
Rushed? Moi?
I think I'm shying away from doing more 'what I'm doing with my life' posts, mostly because most of it isn't amazingly interesting and I have no real desire to turn myself into a walking talking soap opera.
Although that’s a thought2; what would you name the soap opera/sit com of your life? And what sort of style would it be?
Not quite sure for myself, I mean I can hardly see myself in the "Friends" category of program...
Robin: Hey guys.
Insert applause
Coffee shop owner: Morning Robin, want some coffee?
Robin: Ewwwww, no way, that stuff is horrible.
The director: CUT!
Eastenders? I think not.
Robin: walks into pub Vodka and orange please.
Barman: You what? We only have beer here.
Robin: Falls over, sounds of whimpering from the floor
Home and away...
Robin: Morning Robin.
Robin 2: 'allo Robin.
Robin 3: G'day Robin.
Robin 4: Wotcha Robin.
Robin 5: Howdo Robin.
Robin: Blinks Sod this Stomps off
Robin 2: Vodka tinny anyone?
Robin 3: Put some more pixie on the barby.
And Dallas is right out.
Robin: So my previously unknown long lost brother is returning from his exile in Cuba after being contacted by aliens because he was working for your identical twins cousins pet hamster who is actually my fathers tennis partners evil nemesis?
JR: Almost. Is it any wonder someone shot me?
M*A*S*H*?
Robin: Hey, Klinger, you don't have any looks around, sotto voice gingham do you?
Klinger: Hell, I thought I was insane.
Hawkeye: I thought I was in an operating room, anyone can be wrong.
Houlihan: You are in an operating room.
Hawkeye: See what I mean?
The office
Boss: I’ve created an atmosphere where I’m a friend first, boss second. Probably entertainer third.
Robin: Your chess move is late.
Boss: Haha, well, gamer too, I'm with that.
Robin: says nothing, opens LJ and starts typing
Or... GOTHS
(To the 'neighbours tune')
Gothicks, everybody stares at gothicks
Just some eyeliner in the morning
Helps you start your day
Gothicks, everyone should stare at gothicks
Because gothicks are people too.
The scene fades in, a dingy shop in camden market.
Goth 1: Oooo new rocks.
Goth 2: Oooo shiney.
Goth 3: I prefer swears.
Goth 4: What about transmuters?
goth 2: Hell on my feet.
Goth 3: Never in my size.
Goth 4: I know this great place for thigh highs.
A seven hour conversation about the virtues of boots rolls on and on...
Maybe the world isn't quite ready for it yet.
1 "Artifacts that make a room ready for occupancy" apparently.
2 Aka possible random tangent.
But as ever "things work out" which is becoming a mental motto in a way, don't stress or fret, just get on with it and things will work out somehow.
Anyway; Many thanks to
andrewdavies and karohemd for helping move my pile of furniture1 into the other rooms, and my Rolemaster minions on Tuesday for helping me move most of it back in. Task for the day; reconstruct my cupboards of doom and put my clothes back in... so I can pack them all tomorrow morning.Rushed? Moi?
I think I'm shying away from doing more 'what I'm doing with my life' posts, mostly because most of it isn't amazingly interesting and I have no real desire to turn myself into a walking talking soap opera.
Although that’s a thought2; what would you name the soap opera/sit com of your life? And what sort of style would it be?
Not quite sure for myself, I mean I can hardly see myself in the "Friends" category of program...
Robin: Hey guys.
Insert applause
Coffee shop owner: Morning Robin, want some coffee?
Robin: Ewwwww, no way, that stuff is horrible.
The director: CUT!
Eastenders? I think not.
Robin: walks into pub Vodka and orange please.
Barman: You what? We only have beer here.
Robin: Falls over, sounds of whimpering from the floor
Home and away...
Robin: Morning Robin.
Robin 2: 'allo Robin.
Robin 3: G'day Robin.
Robin 4: Wotcha Robin.
Robin 5: Howdo Robin.
Robin: Blinks Sod this Stomps off
Robin 2: Vodka tinny anyone?
Robin 3: Put some more pixie on the barby.
And Dallas is right out.
Robin: So my previously unknown long lost brother is returning from his exile in Cuba after being contacted by aliens because he was working for your identical twins cousins pet hamster who is actually my fathers tennis partners evil nemesis?
JR: Almost. Is it any wonder someone shot me?
M*A*S*H*?
Robin: Hey, Klinger, you don't have any looks around, sotto voice gingham do you?
Klinger: Hell, I thought I was insane.
Hawkeye: I thought I was in an operating room, anyone can be wrong.
Houlihan: You are in an operating room.
Hawkeye: See what I mean?
The office
Boss: I’ve created an atmosphere where I’m a friend first, boss second. Probably entertainer third.
Robin: Your chess move is late.
Boss: Haha, well, gamer too, I'm with that.
Robin: says nothing, opens LJ and starts typing
Or... GOTHS
(To the 'neighbours tune')
Gothicks, everybody stares at gothicks
Just some eyeliner in the morning
Helps you start your day
Gothicks, everyone should stare at gothicks
Because gothicks are people too.
The scene fades in, a dingy shop in camden market.
Goth 1: Oooo new rocks.
Goth 2: Oooo shiney.
Goth 3: I prefer swears.
Goth 4: What about transmuters?
goth 2: Hell on my feet.
Goth 3: Never in my size.
Goth 4: I know this great place for thigh highs.
A seven hour conversation about the virtues of boots rolls on and on...
Maybe the world isn't quite ready for it yet.
1 "Artifacts that make a room ready for occupancy" apparently.
2 Aka possible random tangent.
