Well, hopefully not totally, but I did manage to jump the gun a bit on designing a new site. So we’re going live with no proper template, rather like finding oneself in class with neither pants nor the required homework. :)
Check back tomorrow for a less pants-free experience.
Well, this month just flew by. I spent a lot of it feeling rather rubbish, with my insides trying to superglue themselves into new and unfavourable configurations everytime I tried to sit at a desk and work. One month on, however, and I am starting to feel a lot better.
I did my taxes finally, and almost had a heart attack at the amount of tax I had to pay. This was made worse by the realisation that I had to pay half of my predicted tax for next year as well, which was just lemon juice in the wound. AND the amount that I had pre-paid in advance last year wasn’t applied to these taxes and couldn’t be deducted. Surely that’s not right? I’m not expected to say “Here, have a £3k tip for allowing me to work?” I definitely need a tax person. :(
Aside from that I haven’t been doing much, just trying to get better and work through the cover backlog. No real gaming to speak of, since it’s tough to spend too many hours at the desk. I played a bit with the character creator in Black Desert which was fun, but as always slanted towards doll-like young characters. Still subbed to FFXIV, although I haven’t been doing much there, either.
Reading: until my eyes fall out
Painkillers: trying to not take any
Boredom level: max
February is always my least favourite month, so I’m not going to waste any time hoping for a better month. March is going to be my bitch, though. :)
“If we, a small wicca coven composed in the main of elderly grey-haired ladies in our twilight years with all our infirmities and aches, pains and frailties have inadvertently been ‘faster off the mark’ to obtain these domain names than a world-class, pin-stripe-suited multi-national like Hammerson then that, quite simply, is ‘tough’.”
lol…awesome story here:
I’ve been terrible about posting lately. I do still write, mainly at ravven’s glass, which is slowly becoming slightly more personal rather than just gaming. I think I’m a bit bored, maybe, with documenting ordinary life? Not sure…it just doesn’t seem worth the effort to say “it’s raining again today, I stayed up too late last night and I’m tired”, and so on.
Anyway, back to the boring stuff…we almost have a finished entry hall! Painted, stripped wallpaper, re-papered, sanded woodwork, and we’re in the middle of stripping/grouting/resealing the lovely minton tile that some cretin had glued carpeting on top of. I’ll post some pics when we’re done. :)
I felt blissfully happy this morning on the way to work, and I realised that I felt that way because it was sunny. :/ That’s how much rain we’ve had here this summer. It’s so depressing.
Well, I’m out of things to post about. See what I mean?
I know that it’s been a long time since I’ve posted about anything very personal. I’m still alive (sort of), still happy, and the project is going extremely well – was just demoed in the States to much interest. Everything is moving very quickly.
Our crappy weather seems poised to continue indefinitely. There are folk in several sections of the country who’s houses still have three feet of water in them, and the damage is massive. I so very, very much want a summer, I need it…this is winter weather, but muggy and humid rather than cold. (Although we do have the fire on in the living room every night – how is THAT for July?)
Oh, yeah – Happy Fourth of July to everyone back home.
I’m looking forward to Sicko and the new Harry Potter book and movie. I’ve ordered the latest game, as well – or actually I made Phil do it. (How embarrassing.)
I really, really need to get some breathing room, and get my life in order. There are too many nights when I am so stressed and exhausted from work that I come home and cocoon in a chair with a book and comfort food and waaay too much vodka. Sometimes it’s medicinal, and I feel better for doing it, and sometimes it feel like self-harming. That may sound strange, but I used to cut as a teen, and it feels like the same sort of release mechanism. Either way, it’s not healthy, I’m tired, I’m gaining weight, and I need to get fit again.
Personal list (boring) under the cut, while I’m thinking about it:
Things we need to do to the house. Room by room, get one room done at a time:
1. Finish painting entrance hall, wallpaper on lower half, strip, grout and seal tiles.
2. After we can adopt Aja out, totally clean front room, get tack and weight machine out, install mini-bar in alcove and either a reading area (loveseat or chairs) or dining furniture.
3. Discuss having someone in to extend the kitchen. If not, then put storage/shelving into pantry so we can actually use that area.
4. Get rid of livingroon furniture, get some light-coloured, neutral furniture, and frame some of the pictures. End tables for storage. Light oriental rug over dark green carpet to lighten room.
5. Do something with the bedroom closet/wardrobe thing in our bedroom.
6. Take P’s stuff out of the red third-floor room, recarpet, and install shelving or drywall over board wall in center.
7. New appliances – the stove is ancient, the refrigerator is on the way out, and the (new-ish) washer/dryer keeps tripping the switches as it finishes a cycle.
8. Redo paving in back garden, hang gate, and fix the fence.
We just demoed the new Top Sekrit project for our CEO, who was very excited and wants a finished version to demo in front of investors next week. SO FUCKING AWESOME to be in charge of the team that is doing something that no one else has done yet. This was my dream and I was so lucky to get the resources to run with this, and incredibly brilliant people to work with.
Last night we watched an interesting, very disturbing movie that Phil had rented from Amazon knowing that I love Asia Extreme horror movies: Dumplings. I won’t tell you why it made me so squeamish, but it is worth renting. It wasn’t a horror movie at all, but more of a, I don’t know, psychological suspense/drama? Definitely not your standard fare. (ha, ha)
When we went into the centre of town to get a Father’s Day card for Phil’s dad, we realised (when it dawned on us that all the streets were blocked off) that it was the 800th anniversary of the charter of our town. There were tons of people, parades with all the town officals and service clubs were dressed in medieval costume, riding horses, etc. There were musicians and jugglers and wolfhounds…wonderful. I ate a rabbit pie for lunch from a market stall, and got an American-style brownie that was liquid in the centre. I wish that I’d known, as I would have brought my camera with me. :(
The vet confirmed my suspicion that Lizzie has Cushing’s Disease. Hell and damn. She still has the coat of a mouse, but she drinks and pees a lot, she has the typical pads of fat over her eyes, and her feet are ouchy…so over the next few years, it will get worse. This will make it tough to sell her…great timing, with a £6k tax bill to pay. I suppose the best that I can do is to adopt her into a good home, if I can find one that I trust…perhaps with a dressage instructor who will treat her responsibly at the end. I don’t know what to do right now.
On the weekend Phil and I were at the market, standing in the checkout line. A very elderly gentleman walked up to us and struck up a conversation.
“I can’t remember what I came in for. I came in for a large scotch and some bent bananas, and I’ll probably walk out with a tin opener.”
We smiled politely in that way that you do when strangers that you don’t want to talk to start conversations. And he was off and running…obviously all there mentally, very sharp and even funny, but so desperate to talk to someone.
During the short conversation he volunteered the information that he used to be a glider pilot. Phil told me a bit about them later – these were soldiers who were towed and then released, where they could basically crash-land behind enemy lines to secure bridges, etc. This would make him eighty-ish.
He was charming, but we moved on as soon as we could, paid for our groceries and walked out. And I had tears in my eyes thinking that it would be hell to be so lonely, that you would go to the market every single day even if you didn’t buy anything, just so that you could say to someone “this is who I was…I am not this person that you see, I was brave.” Yes, he’s mobile and he can obviously take care of himself, but gods…how horrible to be so lonely.
Our village needs the New York-style chessboards in the park, where all of the old-timers can gather for free and talk. Yes, there are pubs, but pints cost money.
I never want to be alone…
I’m half-awake today. Yesterday, after coming into work for an early meeting and the first day of our latest team member (very bright PhD candidate who is working for us part-time as a Virtual Worlds Developer, intially helping with research), I went home and had a Harry Potter movie marathon. Feeling a bit better today, but very shaky still.
On the way home I stopped at the market to buy some sick food, some ibuprofen and some flu medication. In the checkout line, I am told that I can’t purchase more than two packages of painkiller.
“But I only have two packages of ibuprofen”, pointing with a shaky finger at the (obviously) two packages sitting in front of her.
“You have two packages and one Lemsip – you can’t have them all.”
Now I was getting pissed off. “There were larger boxes of ibuprofen. I could have bought one of the big boxes and one Lemsip.”
She was staring at me with the don’t-fuck-with-me attitude of a prison matron, daring me to leave the line, go back, and get one. I shot blue lazer beams out of my eyes and tried to kill her dead. She didn’t die. I took my single box of 16 ibuprofens, my single box of Lemsip, and went home to collapse.
Work is moving along well, and we’re doing some exciting thing related to immersive education, a true integration of 3D world with social networking site, and so on…lots of it Top Sekrit still, but very interesting. ARGs, as well – that’s another fun area that we’re working on.
Lizzie is still fat and lazy, being worked intermittently. I need to decide what to do about her.
And that’s my update…nothing more exciting than having my ass (figuratively) kicked by a middle-aged checkout woman. :)