The Day I Couldn’t Think of a Witty Title
Added at 4:24pm and filed under Geek Speak, bff, gaming, travel
I have no topic to write about.
That was my plan. To write frequently. With topics. Only it’s almost the end of the day already and a topic still eludes me so instead I’m going to sit here and talk shite to you. Deal? It had better be, dude – THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION HERE.
Let’s see. I’ve spent three days feverishly stalking my brother. It appears that a load of press passes for Gamescom have been issued, and whilst some of my super-fab and awesome team at GGS.com have got theirs … well, I haven’t. :/ (And In case you’re wondering how the bollocks these two seemingly disparate topics come together, it’s ’cause the press address for all things GGS.com is my Dad’s business address – and my brother works there. Make sense?) I’m hoping it’s a postal delay, or that they just send them out in blocks, because I just cannot fathom how my (admittedly awesome) writers got a pass and I haven’t. I really don’t hope that, after filling in the form in pigeon-German, I fucked something up on the form. Because that would be so typical of me it would be hilarious.
Or horrifying. One or the other.
Anyway, I dropped the organisers a line via Twitter and they said they’d get back to me. I hope that’s not a fob off.
Talking of whom – my GGS.com team? They’re so awesome. And I’m so lucky. Much like SHHF, I’ve managed to surround myself with some of the most awesome people, and I’m as much looking forward to three summer nights in Germany with Steve and Sarah as I would be looking forward to a long weekend with RL friends. Yay!
Well. Only if my pass turns up, obviously. Sob.
In other news, I unretired (yes, I think I made that word up) myself from Facebook1. I deactivated my account in January because … well, there’s a party line about why I quit but the actual truth runs deeper than that, a whole mess of crap and (my) hurt feelings. I’m feeling better now; not quite whole again, but okay, and the funeral this week was a violent reminder of how short life is, how dependent some of us are on it for communication, and how I needed to open up again, stop hiding from people on the off-chance I might get hurt. I feel like a twat writing that – a stupid, insipid, ball-less fool – but it’s true nonetheless. Pathetic, no?
And whilst it’s nice to be back, to see updates and photos and the like, this morning I woke up to updates about promotions in Mafia Wars and carrot watering on Farmville. It’s hard to choke back to desire to hit ‘deactivate’ again …
1 PLEASE don’t ask me to friend you on Facebook. I have exceptionally few online people on my FB profile and that’s because what you get here? On this blog? This is me. Pure, unadulterated, untainted, uncensored, warts-and-all me. Please let me keep this part of me – and you guys – separate from my friends and family and the people I’m expected to work with. They don’t know that I’m writing a book, or that my shiny hard facade is actually made out of crepe paper – and I’d really like to keep it that way. You can talk my BALLS off here – you can comment on anything at anytime and I’ll be glad to friend you. :) So please don’t take offense if I don’t add you back on FB, okay?
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The Day With Nobody There
Added at 7:45am and filed under Site Stuff, bits
Just as I fold myself back into a regular blogging routine, I experience my lowest number of daily visitors for a number of years. Possibly ever. Possibly THE LOWEST IN THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE INTERNET.
Starting to think you guys prefer me when I shut-up. Heh.
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The Day I Went Mobile. Hopefully.
Added at 1:28pm and filed under Offline, Site Stuff, bff
I hope you’re reading this. If you’re not, it means I’ve ballsed up and something’s wrong with the settings of WordPress and the email posting feature thingy of WordPress doesn’t works. And by doesn’t works, I mean that it probably does but I fucked something up. How very unlike me, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Edit: well, FUCK IT. It didn’t work. Hhaarumph. Although there is a chance that TWO of these will show up if the other post’s delayed or something in which case … just be kind and pretend not to notice, okay?
Obviously, I’ve had a blog for seven years now (longer, if you count the frighteningly inane mutterings in my LJ – which I don’t, for the record) but this is the first time I’ve bothered with this particular feature. I’m trying to keep up momentum with this whole blogging malarky. It’ll probably fizzle away – much like my other most recents resurgences – but whilst I have a mind to update, it’s frustrating as hell when I logistically can’t. And while yes, I can post via the app on my iPhone, it’s a little much to sit there and play with my phone for an hour in the middle of my working day. Whilst sitting right next to my boss. In an open-plan office. Even by my questionable standards, that’s a tad unprofessional.
Trying to lift us out of the depressing note I left for your reading pleasure yesterday, shall we talk about something a little less existential? Something colourful and exciting and weird – maybe even a little outside the box? Like Lady Gaga, for example?
See what I did there? What a seamless link! Fucking hell I am AWESOME.
So, yeah. Gaga. As I think I mentioned, going to see her live was not my idea. D hearts her – hearts the music and the style and the whole WTFness about her – and whilst I don’t turn the radio off when she appears or anything (I am a closet POP Princess, after all), I can’t say that seeing her play live ever crossed my consciousness before. But I’m glad that I went; as I’m sure you can appreciate, the show was every bit as spectacular as you’d expect – amazing sets, crazy costumes and full-on awesome dance routines. Her voice was stunning. Perfect. Plus she said motherfucker, like, A LOT. What’s not to love?
Actually, I’ll tell you what’s not to love: SEWERAGE. Throughout the evening, every ten minutes or so, a hideous stench of fish – rotting, maggot-infested three-month-old fish – came wafting across the arena. Sometimes it was the delightful smell of shit, but for the most part it was dirty aquarium goodness so bad at times places that I had to pinch my nose to keep my dinner down. NOT COOL, O2. NOT COOL AT ALL.
I can only assume that it was a malfunction with the toilets/sewerage and not a deliberate scent piped in by Gaga … but who knows for sure?
Anyway, next up in my Summer of Music – which is what I’ve dubbed June 2010, considering I have four live shows lined up – will be Crowded House, whom we’re seeing perform on Friday. Saturday will be Stereophonics, which is fucking awesome as I haven’t seen them for a couple of years, and then I finish the month up with another visit to see Paul McCartney. YAY! It’s so typical that I’ve – quite literally – waited a lifetime to see Macca play live and I score two concerts within a six month period, but I don’t care. The show I saw at Christmas was beyond amazing and as it’s my birthday mid-month, I didn’t even have to justify the cost to myself this time. I repeat: yay!
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