Happy New Year. Rah rah Rah. I really do suck at keeping my life up to date for people. It's not that I don't have things to say. I'm sure that I could come up with a shitload of things to say, but it would be pants..and no one wants to read pants, now do they? I thought not.
So I am currently sitting here with Trading Spaces (crap American Changing Rooms rip off) on telly in the background, and Linkin Park on my computer (through the headphones). It's my iPod mix, mostly Radiohead, Coldplay, Linkin Park, Dodgy, the Hives, Outkast, Travis, The White Stripes and erm..the Doves and the Strokes. Wasn't that enlightening for you? Yeah, I thought so.
Weather is still inconsistent here. 65 degrees today, and 60's tomorrow as well, then back down to the 30's later in the week. It just needs to stay either warm or cold or something.
Hmmmm, I am finding I like Limewire, but they really do suck for finding films. Great for software though.
I am playing at making my own films now. That's not to say that I am good at making them at all. Just that I do it. I made one little video for my current Harry Potter Slash story, using stills from the film (still haven't learnt how to get clips yet) and it actually turned out well, all things considered. Of course, this is not saying a whole hell of a lot.
I am still writing the Potter Porn, although mine is not really porn. I've never linked to my stories here, mainly because I don't have the confidence to share them with people that I know are reading, like Terry. Ah yes...I do know you are a faithful reader Terry! I suppose I am just an insecure bundle of human flesh and frailty. 'Nuff said.
The cats are wreaking havoc around the house and I am on my last nerve. So I might go see about selling them on E-Bay. Be warned!
Adios...
Sher, Purveyor of Potter Porn
12:33 AM
Monday, December 15, 2003
Ho ho ho, and all that crap. Greetings from the reluctant blogger.
Not much happening here. Inconsistent weather, major eye distress, life is amazing! I certainly hope things are better for all of you.
I suppose I just stopped by to make sure that everyone knows that I'm alive. *jumps up and down* Yes, I'm amongst the living.
I was going to talk about something here, but as soon as the thought came to me, it fled. My mind is like a sieve. Oh, I remeber now. Duh! In October, we got Powerbooks, which are really quite nice. Mine got wet the first week out, and thankfully, homeowners insurance paid for the repairs. How bad does it suck that my poor poor Mac died in one week? Can you say "distraught?" I know I could. And did. Oh well, it's in the past and my Mac is home and happy where it belongs.
I'm not looking foreard to Christmas. I know, it's supposed to be about the spirit and all, but the spirit is just not coming to me. We can't afford to buy any pressies for anyone, so it kind of takes the wind out of my sails. This is where everyone begins to tell me about the spirit of Christmas not being about giving gifts and all that. But I'm afraid I've heard it all already. Gosh, I pretty much repeat that mantra myself to all and sundry. Too bad I'm unable to practice what I preach.
I'm still writing what Kerry calls "Potter Porn" although she has not called it this in a long time, and has been quite supportive about it, going so far as to even read my stories. Makes my day!
Oh well, enough drivel.
Over and out
4:16 PM
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Hello there, patient people! Yes, it's been a while since I made an update here. It truly smacks of my inconsistant nature..my apologies. I've been writing my stories, and so it keeps me a bit busy. That, coupled with my inability to make small talk kind of makes me a reluctant blogger. I really don't like to talk about myself.
I will say that it is more than time for the rain and crappy weather to end. We've had storms here nearly every night, and it's getting old.
See, I have nothing to say. Perhaps I will finish the fifth Harry Potter book..
12:14 PM
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Okay, I have been very bad about updating this damn thing. I don't think there are enough hours in the day to do all the things I would like to do. Not that I have all that many things to do in a days time. I guess I just feel the need to place the blame somewhere other than on myself. Some days I wish I still had my little internet radio station so I could just ramble my day away, but knowing me, once I had it, I would lose interest and it would end up being a huge waste of money. I know myself too well, I reckon.
Anyway, for those keeping score, I am alive and well and bored out of my fucking mind. I guess it's my problem because I don't do anything to alleviate it. I could take up writing more slash fiction, if my mind would cooperate. Or if I could even get a decent plot in my head to write about. I don't do well with PWP (Plot? What plot?) type stories. Ah, well. I guess there are worse things than sitting here on me tod, bored to tears. I could be dead. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Do you ever notice that when you are a child, the years seem to crawl by, but once you are an adult they just whiz right past you? Maybe it can be compared to the long trip you take to visit relatives or see a good concert. The anticipation of getting there makes the time crawl by. But the trip home appears to take no time at all. Perhaps, going up the hill of life takes a long time when you are young, but once you hit that peak and begin going down the hill...well...you get the point.
Oh, I just did something productive! I cleaned up dog piss from the dining room floor. And let me tell you, that was the highlight of my entire day. No, really! I think that's my cue to close this entry for the day.
Ciao
"Don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel"
4:30 PM
Friday, August 22, 2003
It's finally over. At least part of it, anyway. The continuing saga of the 'rents and their new house has finally come to it's fruitful conclusion. The check has been cut and the money is in the bank. Whew.
Kerry told me an interesting story about a customer that bought a cut price sofa from their furniture store. First of all, she got $700.00 off the ticket price, then she bitched about the $29.00 delivery fee. So they delivered it for free. Next thing you know, she calls up and tells the sales staff that the delivery man had brought in the pillows for the sofa by carrying them under his arms. She was disgusted by this and demanded new pillows because she could not put her head on them now. She didn't know if he was smelly or not. I really should ask her to recount some of the more interesting customer service issues that come up during her working day. I'm sure it would be quite entertaining.
Not much more to say here. Very strange stuff on America's Funniest Home Videos. Very odd...
Ciao!
S
8:30 PM
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
I should really be careful what I wish for. Been whinging about not being able to get in the pool because of the weather. So today it's hotter than hades out there, and I am gonna try to find my swim suit and go floating about in my line green lounger. *sigh*
Now, for the next chapter in the continuing saga of the parental units and the moving house debacle. It seems the real estate agent has been acting as a dual agent without disclosing this fact to the 'rents. Yesterday was supposed to be the actual settlement, but lo and behold there was a power outage in Atlanta, where the funds were coming from. Then the excuse was that their computer system had a worm. The week before that (when the settlement was supposed to have taken place) the buyers lender backed out because the cheap ass buyer decided to change the name on the loan application and of course, at the last minute it was declined. The days that followed found the buyer trying to get a better interest rate on the financing. It's a bloody nightmare. The added stress just manages to cause everyone to be a bit cranky. I just want it to end. Like, yesterday.
Today is the 20th of August. I guess I didn't win the free tickets to see Radiohead at Meriwether Post Pavillion. I'm gutted. Of course, it's a Wednesday, and getting to the other side of the bay is a long drive, and Kerry is working. So I suppose I need to enter the contest to see them in New York City. Although I am not so keen on seeing them in a huge venue like Madison Square Garden. Personally, I prefer more intimate settings for concerts, and I like to be very close to the stage. Oh well.
On that downer, I shall close this blog for now. Later!
Sher
12:36 PM
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
FUN STUFF!!
8:13 PM
Pain sucks. Flat out, no holds barred. It stinks. If it's not my low back, it's something else. Okay. That's it for my pity party. At least the public version of it.
There are people in this world who will not think twice about stabbing people in the back in the pursuit of their own self interest. We are seeing this first hand now with Kerry's mom and the greasy git she sold her business to. Apparently, he planned to screw them from the start. He set up a corporation (which is not in good standing) and then proceeded to do everythying within his power to walk away with everything. He stopped making payments, stop paying rent on the building, and has made life for all concerned a living hell. All I have to say is karma is a bitch, mother fucker. Not only did he screw an elderly woman out of her business, she was forced to sell her house because of this lawsuit. To top it off, he and his bitch wife began double billing insurance companies and Medicare, and that is being investigated as we speak. His latest tactic is to say that if he wins the lawsuit, he is going to take the office building. So we keep telling Kers mom that this building needs to be in a trust to preotect it from being taken. Hopefully, she will get this done. Oh, he also walked out of that building with every bit of equipment that was in the office. Tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment was taken, and he is able to do so because he made the business a corporation. Never mind that this so called corporation was paid for on the internet for 99.00 bucks, and that it never had meetings, it never had investors, and it is not in good standing. Because he is hiding behind a corporation, he can rob a little old lady blind. So needless to say, things here are quite stressful. I won't even go into the problems with the new house her mom had to buy. A fucking travesty.
That's it for my bitch and moan fest. I wish I was not in such a mood, but sometimes I just can't help it. Oh, one last thing. I hate apostrophes. Now I just need to make sure that the topic does not stray to Asian babies. NAB! Ever!
Okay, Kerry wants me to specify here that we did not mean for the Asian Baby post to be offensive. She says that she just thinks they are cuter than caucasian babies, and that Asian people in general are prettier. And I agree with her on this point. That Kerry, she is so PC! :) My stance is not that I don't want an Asian baby, I just don't want ANY babies! I'm too old for babies, and I don't want to be 54 years old heading into the pre-teen years. Do I seem like I have to justify my position?
Big Brother is on, so time to close the blog! Talk about some back stabbers!
