I learned a new word over here. "Wanker".
Oct. 9th, 2004 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emonyI haven't posted in a few days (though I doubt anyone but me noticed) because my life is so intensely dull and uneventful at the moment, I really had nothing to say. However, I feel an obligation to write *something*, given that I am paying for this LJ space, so here goes.
Some people really need to get over themselves. It's not all about you. I realise it'd be nice for you if the world revolved around you and your needs and wants, if things were exactly perfect for you, if the fic you love got updated the day you wanted to read it, if the con you're going to announced the guests you'd love to see, but guess what - newsflash, baby, it's not all about you! You should be bloody grateful that there are fans out there writing *any* fic, and running *any* conventions, and whatever else is going on that you are taking for granted, because fuck knows you aren't likely to get up off your fat arse and do something for the pleasure of people who aren't you.
I won't lie and say that that wasn't meant for someone specific, because it clearly was, but I will say that the basic message is a general one that I think sometimes we all need to remember. Yes, I'd love for Serenity to announce the entire Firefly cast, Joss Whedon, and a special cameo by Johnny Depp who's going to come over and give me a personal foot massage, but the convention isn't a "let's make Emony happy" convention (though there should so be one of those - for future reference), it's something that another fan has poured his heart and soul into to make it as good as possible, for himself yes, and probably to make a bit of money and meet some famous people, but also for us Firefly fans to go along and meet some of the cast, get a chance to meet some actors, get our photos taken with Alan Tudyk, and general meet up, drink, dance like fools, and get food poisoning from the crappy food at the Norbreck (or wherever). If the guests aren't up to your personal dream specification - too fucking bad. Sell your ticket on ebay and stop fucking bitching. Get the fuck over yourself.
Okay, I think I'm done now. Sorry. I love you all, I really do, but I get so exasperated sometimes.
We went shopping this morning, which was horrendous as always. Shoe shopping. Nuff said. I managed to get a birthday present for TMO, which is deeply impressive given that I have missed and/or forgotten her birthday for the last couple of years. I'm rather pleased. I utterly failed to buy any shoes, of course, and also failed to buy jogging bottoms for the gym. I also got very, very cranky (akin to the crankiness of the above rant) with TMO, who was asking the mostly inane, stupid questions in her most patronising, "speaking to a mentally-deficient three year old" voice, which was mostly down to low blood sugar, so I was forced - *forced*! - to eat an entire packet for Minstrels. Mmmm Galaxy chocolate. Is there anything greater in the universe? I think not.
I had my second induction session at the gym on Friday. I was meant to be learning how to use the "resistance machines", which is weights to you and me, but I said I thought it'd be rather pointless as I'm never going to use them, so instead she showed me how to use the rowing machine. Rowing is tres cool. I wish I'd gone to one of those froofy private schools where they do rowing and lacrosse as part of the sports curriculum. I could've been one of those chick rowers at the Olympics, man. How cool would that have been! *g* As it is, I will have to settle for five minutes of rowing each time I go to the gym until I've built up my fitness sufficiently to move up to .. ten minutes!
One of the companies I applied for a job at contacted me in the week to check something on my application. I consider that a good sign that they might want to interview me. Woohoo interview! (possibly). TMO keeps trying to help with the job hunting. Tonight, for example, I went through today's Guardian and cut out all the jobs I thought were possibles. Once I'd finished, she asked if I'd taken all of the remotely possible ones, or just the likely ones. "Well," said I. "I took all of them at first, but I got bored about halfway through, and after that I only took the likely ones." Her expression was somewhat akin to how it would've been if I'd just announced that I spent my spare time throwing rocks at kittens, and she asked if she could have a look through as well. "Please yourself," said I, being diplomatic and quite used to having my every decision questioned. Needless to say she didn't find anything. She did bring up the bloody civil service again though, despite my having patiently (and quite tetchily) explained that I cannot enter the civil service because I have failed the maths tests *twice*. "But can't you just practice it?" she askes. "NO!" I reply, vehemently. "I CANNOT DO THE MATHS! IT IS TOO HARD!!!" It's something of a sensitive subject.
Still, I remain hopeful. I have a stack of job ads I'm meant to be looking up now, and a few that I've already applied for and am waiting to hear back on. Come on, employers. You know you want me!
We watched a programme on Tony Blair today, which we'd taped a few days ago, half of which was about "do you still trust Tony?" and the other half was about Tony and Gordon. I had to stop myself sniggering outloud a fair few times when the comparison of a marriage between Tony and Gordon was made. I am so childish sometimes. It was an interesting programme though.
Aren't you glad, now, that I haven't been updating more frequently? ;)
Some people really need to get over themselves. It's not all about you. I realise it'd be nice for you if the world revolved around you and your needs and wants, if things were exactly perfect for you, if the fic you love got updated the day you wanted to read it, if the con you're going to announced the guests you'd love to see, but guess what - newsflash, baby, it's not all about you! You should be bloody grateful that there are fans out there writing *any* fic, and running *any* conventions, and whatever else is going on that you are taking for granted, because fuck knows you aren't likely to get up off your fat arse and do something for the pleasure of people who aren't you.
I won't lie and say that that wasn't meant for someone specific, because it clearly was, but I will say that the basic message is a general one that I think sometimes we all need to remember. Yes, I'd love for Serenity to announce the entire Firefly cast, Joss Whedon, and a special cameo by Johnny Depp who's going to come over and give me a personal foot massage, but the convention isn't a "let's make Emony happy" convention (though there should so be one of those - for future reference), it's something that another fan has poured his heart and soul into to make it as good as possible, for himself yes, and probably to make a bit of money and meet some famous people, but also for us Firefly fans to go along and meet some of the cast, get a chance to meet some actors, get our photos taken with Alan Tudyk, and general meet up, drink, dance like fools, and get food poisoning from the crappy food at the Norbreck (or wherever). If the guests aren't up to your personal dream specification - too fucking bad. Sell your ticket on ebay and stop fucking bitching. Get the fuck over yourself.
Okay, I think I'm done now. Sorry. I love you all, I really do, but I get so exasperated sometimes.
We went shopping this morning, which was horrendous as always. Shoe shopping. Nuff said. I managed to get a birthday present for TMO, which is deeply impressive given that I have missed and/or forgotten her birthday for the last couple of years. I'm rather pleased. I utterly failed to buy any shoes, of course, and also failed to buy jogging bottoms for the gym. I also got very, very cranky (akin to the crankiness of the above rant) with TMO, who was asking the mostly inane, stupid questions in her most patronising, "speaking to a mentally-deficient three year old" voice, which was mostly down to low blood sugar, so I was forced - *forced*! - to eat an entire packet for Minstrels. Mmmm Galaxy chocolate. Is there anything greater in the universe? I think not.
I had my second induction session at the gym on Friday. I was meant to be learning how to use the "resistance machines", which is weights to you and me, but I said I thought it'd be rather pointless as I'm never going to use them, so instead she showed me how to use the rowing machine. Rowing is tres cool. I wish I'd gone to one of those froofy private schools where they do rowing and lacrosse as part of the sports curriculum. I could've been one of those chick rowers at the Olympics, man. How cool would that have been! *g* As it is, I will have to settle for five minutes of rowing each time I go to the gym until I've built up my fitness sufficiently to move up to .. ten minutes!
One of the companies I applied for a job at contacted me in the week to check something on my application. I consider that a good sign that they might want to interview me. Woohoo interview! (possibly). TMO keeps trying to help with the job hunting. Tonight, for example, I went through today's Guardian and cut out all the jobs I thought were possibles. Once I'd finished, she asked if I'd taken all of the remotely possible ones, or just the likely ones. "Well," said I. "I took all of them at first, but I got bored about halfway through, and after that I only took the likely ones." Her expression was somewhat akin to how it would've been if I'd just announced that I spent my spare time throwing rocks at kittens, and she asked if she could have a look through as well. "Please yourself," said I, being diplomatic and quite used to having my every decision questioned. Needless to say she didn't find anything. She did bring up the bloody civil service again though, despite my having patiently (and quite tetchily) explained that I cannot enter the civil service because I have failed the maths tests *twice*. "But can't you just practice it?" she askes. "NO!" I reply, vehemently. "I CANNOT DO THE MATHS! IT IS TOO HARD!!!" It's something of a sensitive subject.
Still, I remain hopeful. I have a stack of job ads I'm meant to be looking up now, and a few that I've already applied for and am waiting to hear back on. Come on, employers. You know you want me!
We watched a programme on Tony Blair today, which we'd taped a few days ago, half of which was about "do you still trust Tony?" and the other half was about Tony and Gordon. I had to stop myself sniggering outloud a fair few times when the comparison of a marriage between Tony and Gordon was made. I am so childish sometimes. It was an interesting programme though.
Aren't you glad, now, that I haven't been updating more frequently? ;)
