Yesteryear

bit o' us.

A little bit of us, courtesy of Christine and Picture Yourself

Happy Halloween!

Apple a Day

They have said that an apple a day will keep the doctor away; perhaps I may draw this out to the situation I find myself in... a blog a day will keep the Munin happy. Yes, perhaps that will do the trick. Or perhaps, a blog a day will keep the Munin healthy.

It has been a while since I have blogged. Call it a combination of factors that have resulted in this; work, games, ennui (not really the last, the word just sprung to mind and I had to give it life), be they as they may the result is crystal clear - Munin is now feeling sick.

Post hoc ergo prompter hoc.
Therefore I blog, so that Munin may be healthy.

Damned Little Cold Fiend.

Having recently vacated my lower half the fiend has now taken up residence in me head. He's been having himself a righteous good time, bashing away at the Congo Drums, throwing himself at the sides my cranium, careening of my brain and making it all the worse for wear. I fear that he may be there for a while, as the eviction notices have gone unanswered and the poor messengers have been thrown from the battlements.

To the imp who's currently wrecking havoc on my stomach/ intestines.
Please be advised that it is not a skate park where you can run amuck popping wheelies and loop-d-loops! Nor is it some insane form of Ferris wheel/ Roller Coaster on which you can drop and spin at whim. If you would kindly please leave the premises I would be most obliged. Oh, and could you take your mangy MUTT with YOU, I am tired of it gnawing on me joints!

Why?

The world spins further into turmoil, its innocence bludgeoned by greed and power. People terrorised by those who cannot/will not respect life. Nightly news, flashes of pain and suffering. The idealistic child stands amidst the rubble and demands to know why!
Why do we hate so much?
Why are we so zealous in our need to destroy, to corrupt, to subjugate?
Why cannot we live together, peacefully?

No answers are forthcoming; the child stands alone as the world slowly crumbles.

Fear of Exposure

Searching for inspiration, a new way of presenting thoughts and ideas. Am tired of the usual kvetching that has filled my entries as of late. There must be something more to discuss then the usual plethora of complaints that are dredged up on a daily basis. There are stories of childhood memories, soapbox views on the world, musing and mulling, thoughts on current affairs and silly occurrences. The only obstacles are the fear of exposure and the dread of rejection.

Fall Back.

Curled up in bed this morning debating what should be done with the extra hour. My mind convinced that it should be used for something constructive and creative, something that would be meaningful and allow me to feel as if I have accomplished something. It begun to spew plans of what this should be, sorting out the day into time slots, contemplating if I should set the clock back as soon as I get up or if I should set it back a little later when everything was in place to accomplish its goal. Thrilled, I was all ready to spring out of bed and face this new challenged, my traitorous body however, opted for more sleep.

All Done!

The week's finally over, the project's halfway done, one more week of rough waters until the next project rears its head. Happy for the weekend, happy to head home for a while and just kick back and relax, snuggle, play some games and enjoy the many joys of life.

Beloved;
I'm coming, i'm coming home to you
I'm alive I'm a mess
I can't wait to get home to you
To get warm, warm and undressed

Lyrics courtesy of Heather Nova ~ London Rain.

Eye of the viewer.

Thanks to VASpider I have found another Artist, whose work I seem to like. Granted some of it is a little stark/dark, but there is something that I find rather appealing [shrug]. Two of my favourites are "tonight I will retire" and "r u awake".

Babbling Mess

Being up at the wee hours of the morning is not at all contusive to any coherent thought. I have just left a most long-winded, babbling message on someone's answering machine. My only hope is that they manage to decipher my meaning, and get all the information that is needed as I really do not want to talk to this person again. Yes I know, I took the coward's way out but he really is not the nicest of people and any time I do speak to him I get all flustered and feel like an errant child. Maybe I should call back and leave another message to clarify what I meant. [pensive look] Nah, the Bugger can figure it out for himself.

Temperamental.

Computer at work is being a temperamental little twerp, not wanting to cooperate in any shape or form with the instructions/commands that I give it. It seems more content to select files at whim and take its sweet bloody time loading up said files. Nor does it seem willing to communicate efficiently with any of its parts. It no longer speaks to the mouse, the poor thing, and whenever I point and click at some view or line that I desire it blatantly ignores the dear and selects objects randomly.

Wilful thing, I'll show you who is who! Oh yes I will!

Knackered Indigence

Hugin, the dear beloved heart that he is, has just stated that the only reason I told him that he was very happy making indeed was because he hasn't sent me off to bed yet. HUMPH! Just because I feel asleep on the couch while watching a movie doesn't mean that I am ready for bed. [indignant pout]

A Final Rant No More

What was thought to be a final rant to mister Army is in fact just a new beginning. After much complaining on his part about being away from home, the excessive amount of travelling he has to do on a weekly basis, his general malcontent and a final adieu, the man is back in action and returning to work next week. I have already begun to dread his return, and am not looking foreword to his constant gibbering about how the army is better, his unwelcome sexual innuendos and his need to make himself heard above all others. I think I shall sequester myself and find a place to hide. Maybe my presence will pass unnoticed and he'll leave me the heck alone. Well, one can hope, can't they?

5:45am Is truly an ungodly hour to be up and about. Who wakes up so early and why would you do it? Coffee, need coffee or bed, a bed would be good too.

Spent most of the weekend at home, relaxing and staying in touch with friends and family. My sisters have left Bali and are now in Singapore. They decided to move forward with their trip, making their way through Singapore and then pushing on towards Hong Kong and then probably on to Japan. My Dad has implored them to be careful and stay in touch with all of us, so I should have periodic updates on how they are doing. The two friends that they were supposed to meet in Bali are also safe, and are now in Australia.

Minor miracles, and a loss for words, had it not been for my sisters foot infection they would have been in the vicinity of the bombing, their plan was to go dancing that night. My sincerest condolences, thoughts and prayers go out to all those that have lost someone.

Have not been up to posting in the past few days; have been too distraught over what has been happening in Bali. We managed to breathe a sigh of relief on Sunday night, when my dad confirmed that both my sisters where well and doing ok. Thank God for a foot infection that kept them out of the area, and thanks to the stubbornness that is my eldest-youngest sister. I have no words to describe my gratitude at her determination in ensuring that my youngest sister go see a doctor after having watched her hobble about for a few days. They are both still in the area and are hoping to leave as soon as possible, either continuing on their trip to Singapore, heading over to Hong Kong or heading back home to England. Words alone cannot express my gratitude to all the powers that be that they are safe and sound.

I will be back in a few days, am taking the next couple off to regroup and keep in touch with my family.

Kvetch of a Frustrated Whiner.

In a mood to be anywhere else other then work. I am convinced that there are more important interesting things that I could be doing instead of sitting at my desk, watching as my computer either crashes or kicks me out of the software at any inopportune moment. I could be at home organizing stuff, empting some of the remaining boxes, placing books on shelves. Heck I could even be productive and get the message board for work up and running, or edit some of the manuals. Instead I am stuck here twiddling my thumbs and staring blankly at the screen as the computer either reoads the program or reboots. [GRUMBLE] Work ain't no fun when you can't multitask.

penned @ 11:00 am after the 3rd crash and 45 minutes of thumb twiddling.

Call me a...

5-toed sloth...
I just can't get the gumption to post.
Don't know what it is. Maybe I just haven't seen anything to post about and don't want to rave on and on.
I had written down a couple of cute things to just mention in passing, sort of fortune cookie length blog stuff, but I believe I deleted that "New Text Document.txt" file thinking it was another one. So instead of finding pithy things to post I instead found a list of things to clean up for the housewarming that happened a few weeks back.

BTW: Thanks to everyone who came and those who couldn't but wanted to come.

Sayonara Mr Army.

It has come to our attention that Mr. Army will no longer gracing us with his presence in a couple of weeks. He misses his family, [which I can honestly understand. I hate work travel for that particular reason] and will be heading back home. Though we did not see eye to eye on many issues, I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.

Reconnected

We're back!!! I was hoping for something a little more eloquent, but my fingers insisted and before I knew it they maliciously typed down "We're back!" [GAH] For some demented reason that always reminds me of some cheesy horror flick, [shrug] well so much for eloquence. Well after almost two weeks, 12 days to be exact, we are finally reconnected and as Hugin puts it I look positively frantic. It just feels so strange to have the "world" back at my fingertips. I am not sure where to start, my mind and fingers racing to catch up on everything that was missed.

I had never thought that one could be come so dependant on the internet, what was once thought of as a commodity has become a need, a tool facilitating life, allowing one to quickly sort out their affairs and keep in touch with current events. I think that the shock of being back will take a couple of days to sink in. In the mean time, I shall flitter about popping over to pages I have sorely missed, leaving a word or two, finding the groove that I had left and then... well then, perhaps a Blog or two [impish smile]

No more labeling/black permanent marker/lack of label/etc

Finally, a technology aimed at the true computer user.
I'm not talking about someone who can walk you through the method for putting your word document in verdana 16pt with numbered pages on both sides and bullets while blindfolded and using only the keyboard. I'm not talking about the person who by smell alone can tell you what type of heat paste is between your cpu and heatsink. And I'm not referring to the person who can lick the cat5 cable and tell you which mp3 you are currently downloading.

I'm talking about the people who are so in touch with their media that they never label anything.
And this is for them... aka me.

A Word from Munin:

Plea to the Net Powers that Be.

Can I have my Internet access back, please, pretty please? Yes, yes, I know that I am more productive without it, but you see I have this addiction that needs feeding and I just can't go on any longer without a fix. Just a little sampling. [flutters eyelashes] Just a quick jaunt over to a few of my favourite peeks, perhaps a post or two and some email. I promise that I'll be good. I won't stay on for too very long. I won't succumb to any quizzes or memes and when I am done you'll see that I'll be significantly more productive and yes that hungry deranged look should be gone from my eyes.