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I have decided that I deserve better than a mattress on the floor. It was a temporary solution a decade or so ago and while I have no problems rolling out of bed, the getting to the feets is not as easy. 

Most of the descisions have been made for me. IKEA is all I can afford and it's the only furniture I can get up the spiral staircase. I unpack it in the garage and drag it up the stairs piece by piece. 

I'm going to think about it for a couple of weeks before I commit a weekend to this project. 

Red Sister

May. 11th, 2017 07:19 am
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Red Sister by Mark Lawrence

I enjoyed reading Red Sister, the most recent novel written by this author. It had women in it. Lots of women, they laughed they cried, the got hurt and they kicked ass. They had friendships and relationships. In the great scheme of things, fantasy novels that handle women are rare. Lots of strong female characters, even rarer. The prophecy/chosen one storyline was given a kicking. (There is a lot of violence, Abeth is an unforgiving world, I don't recommend it if you hate the sight of blood) It had the best first sentence hook I have read in a long time. "It is important, when killing a nun, to ensure that you bring an army of sufficient size." 

Most of the plot line revolves around novices learning how to be warrior/ninja nuns. It is great stuff.

I recommend Red Sister, but approach the rest of his stuff with caution.

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I enjoyed myself lots and I was prepared to believe I had found a male author who could write about women so I went back to the first thing he had written. But I struck a problem a few pages into the first chapter of the first book of his first trilogy. Let's be blunt here. Rape is unacceptable. Rape is unacceptable as the motivator/activator for the main character (his mother is dies badly before his eyes when he was a child). The main character is then given license to be a murdering/torturing psychopath and the reader is stuck between his ears. It is an uncomfortable read.

The beauty of kindle/audio books is you can return crap like this for a refund even faster than it takes to buy them 1-click.


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Adulting is expensive.

And so are cars: I just got my car serviced, plus registration inspection, plus compulsory third-party insurance ($890 *gack*) and then paid the motor registration itself.

So help, me the insurance is more than I earn in a week. 

Excuse me while I find some ice for my smoking credit card. 
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I'm both signal boosting and recommending someone to add to your Reading page.

[personal profile] tkingfisher (you may know her as [livejournal.com profile] ursulav from LJ) is a wonderful writer and artist. I've been reading her LJ for possibly more than 12 years (I'm a non-commenter there, she doesn't seem to mind and generally has far more readers than commenters). Her journal contains slice of life and gardening. Lots of gardening.

As Ursula Vernon she is a children's book writer by day and as T Kingfisher she writes these amazing retelling of fairytales that are not for children, but suitable for publishing.

(Nothing steamy, its just that there is usually something in there you don't want to have to try and explain to a small child. One book opens with an elf veterinarian assisting a unicorn in labour.)

Anyway, she has just published Jackalope Wives - go look tkingfisher.dreamwidth.org/1486618.html I'll wait. I'm interested to learn what you think. 

If you like it there are another seven books out there. Some standalone and others are short story collections. All just as charming and engaging.

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I follow the exploits of the Sydney Sympony Orchestra.

Mainly because they play at the Sydney Opera House and by a weird quirk of our not terribly good public transport system I get door-to-door service (not to be sneezed at when getting home at midnight).

I don't attend the Classical performances, they aren't always enjoyable. Boredom and the inability to cough without getting lynched by the people sitting around you is no fun.

I do attend stuff on their Pop/Jazz/Soundtrack series.

The last soundtrack I saw was Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. They run the movie on the screen and the orchestra sitting below provides the soundtrack. It was great fun and audience participation was encouraged (cheering, laughter and hissing at Slytherins), it was great fun.

My current ticket is for George Michael: Praying for Time - a tribute show. It was sold out except for one seat and now it is all mine. I'm not that much of a George Michael fan, but the music should be good.

(I regret that I missed out on the David Bowie tribute show apparently it was good.)
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So I got as far as halfway through book four of my murder mystery series (of 9 books), before giving up and going online to see if it was worth finishing. I rarely do this.

The reviews on Goodreads were harsh, but accurate.

The only thing they didn't cover was the lack of character development. Opportunities have been missed.

Main character discovers she is pregnant at end of book one. The rest of the world discovers that single woman is pregnant and reacts between books one and two. She gives birth between books two and three. The wife of the father of the child works out her hubby has been unfaithful and hits the roof between books three and four.

In other news, after three years I have almost reached the bottom of the bottle of apple flavoured vodka. It smells vile and tastes even worse. It is on par with 42 Below (the likelihood of you ever being faced with this New Zealand vodka is low - but consider this a public service announcement).

I don't drink much. But when I do, I insist that the experience be enjoyable.
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The "I need friends post" has been wildly successful.

Everyone seems more interesting than me and with far more to say.

I renewed my drivers licence yesterday. I discovered you can do it online and they just recycle the photo from the last licence. Considering that I only renew it every five years and that the photo is already five years old. I consider this a win. In another five years time my drivers licence is going to look ten years younger than me. 

I just finished reading a book. A murder mystery. I find it very difficult to read a book now without examining the mechanics of how it was written. Only one plot hole. Characters A and B in a room talking together. Character A stops for long rambling internal monologue and then calls Character B on the telephone. Oops.

The book might have been enhanced further by the redaction of the world "suddenly" in the more suspenseful bits. Also, the tidal change in Norfolk salt marsh/tidal flats as a key plot driver broke my suspension of belief. I firmly believe that anyone living that close would consult tide charts and at the very least (well at least I would) have them attached to the back of the front door.
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Mum went out to the garden and managed to pick five weeds before the feeling of doom returned and she had to go lie down.

At least this time she took her blood pressure and established that it was too high. Feeling doomed and the instinct to go lie down is the body's way of saying look after yourself.

She won't get to see the doctor before Wednesday. I'm making her take notes of the blood pressure throughout the day and record what she was trying to do at the time - so the doctor has something to work with. Hopefully it will be enough to get her bumped up the queue to see the heart specialist.

She's so crook - I did the cooking - in her kitchen (she's usually fiercely territorial). 

I came home to find Dad had prepared the raw ingredients (seriously it was all in little bowls and things like I was TV chef or something).

I went to work this morning with the intention of giving notice and found I couldn't do it. They are good people and I'm too nice, or something. Still stressed out.

When I started the job the Friday tradition was sausage inna bun. Which involved buying the ingredients, cooking the sausages, washing up... and like hell I was going to do  it. There is a limit.

So anyway the local pizza parlour delivers and thus a new tradition is born.
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I've moved in! The import function has worked as advertised, roughly about 2 days, which isn't so bad  

I've deleted my LJ (I kind of feel weird and creeped out about doing it). 

Funnily enough there is no temptation to try and use DW on either a phone or pad. It's like squinting through a keyhole with my glasses off. I will have to go old school and find a desk and keyboard. 

I'm blind tired. The helpdesk is running with a skeleton crew of exactly one technician this week and we already had a week's backlog so every customer call is a legitimate customer complaint in the musical key of irate. I'm supposed to log customer complaints for the weekly team meeting. I think I'll just save the highlights. 

I'm so not designed for frontline customer service.
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My mother does denial very well. She isn't in the best of health (too many birthdays...)

She went for a walk along the relatively flat ground with frequent rest breaks (every 12 paces) on Friday and she's pretty much taken to bed ever since, claiming she feels awful and complaining about feelings of doom.

We can go down two different paths for the diagnosis:

Suspicion 1: She refuses to take her blood pressure, because you know that might actually explain a lot and we could get help for her. But that would mean admitting there is a problem.

Suspicion 2: Chronic depression. Nothing can be done about this until she admits there is a problem. She comes from the generation where mental illness had one hell of a social stigma. My sister and I both sit on the depression/mood affected disorder spectrum and it stands to reason it comes from somewhere in the family tree.

I'm going for a combination of the two and I can't help with either until she cooperates. 

Welcome

Apr. 17th, 2017 09:43 am
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I was going to hold off until I have finished moving across to Dreamwidth before posting, but it appears that will take days (1000+ people waiting in the import queue) and I have been making friends at  [community profile] addme  and [community profile] 2017revival  and it seems wrong to invite people to visit my home only to discover the place is empty, right?

So rather than waiting to work out where to put the book cases and working out if I can be bothered hanging up the pictures, let's just bog in.

I was looking at my 16 year old niece yesterday and thinking I have a journal that is older than you. The mind boggles. When did that happen?

I'm in my middle years. I live with my parents, because I live in the second most expensive city in the world. (What used to be an undesirable $200,000 hovel when I was in my 20's had since sold for $1.7m - talking about property prices is a Sydney thing.) I got priced out of the rental market about 15 years back and it makes much more sense to give that much money back to the family and ensure things like the lights are on and the food is on the table and going halves on the internet connection. My home loan deposit savings have been sensibly relabelled as my retirement fund. 

What else? I started a new job about 6-7 weeks back and still experiencing new job stress attacks. The company is dealership/support desk for accounting software (Genius right? Every company needs accounting software). I thought I was signing up for back office admin Instead, in a bit of a bait and switch, I'm frontline customer service! 
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*Opens Facebook account*

Finds LJ old friends, who haven't changed all that much. Haven't really missed them during the last nine years (sorry). Decides Facebook is the Tower of Babel lots of quick shiny clippings, snippets, photos and videos. Every time someone so much as picks their nose there is another update.

*Walks away from Facebook*
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I've filled out the paperwork. Paid the money. (Why do you have to pay up front - don't you want to pay the surgeon for doing a good job afterwards?)

Why the fuck do they put TV in waiting rooms?

So I'm stuck sitting here.

Coffee Shop

Jun. 9th, 2016 06:50 am
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I found a new coffee shop that is open really early -- necessary since I get into work at about 6.30 am (I don't actually start until 8.15am) they let me come in early and write.

Anyway the new coffee shop is the closest to the local cop shop. I figured that because of the cops they should be open for business at a crazy insane early hour, right? I was right on - they open at 5.30 am. O.O

Bus driver

Jun. 7th, 2016 06:40 am
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I have the same bus driver every morning at 6am. She's great. If anyone falls asleep they can't miss their stop. She wakes them up and kicks them out.

Fairwell

Jun. 6th, 2016 07:38 am
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At work we said goodbye to a lovely lady. Made redundant because the sales team didnt make budget, which with hurt them more.

When I came in this morning I found she had left a vase of poppies on my desk
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Seriously. When did LJ become such a vast echo chamber?

A lot has happened to me in the past 8 years.
After taking lithium for 8 years i've recently been taken off it, as it made a play for shutting down my kidneys -- which caused something of a scare. I seem to have been lucky and no lasting damange has been done.

What does this mean for me now? I'm taking other stuff that will hopefully cover the gap. And I can now eat salt without fear that it will mess with the litihum and my head. I can eat cheese. I can eat a lot of things now. Some of my favourite snack foods are no longer in production. *cries* They brought back Toobs and took them away again in the time it took for me to get free.

Still, if I move to a savoury diet I can cut on the sugar.

And on the subject of sugar. I'm about to have surgery to remove a problem wisdom tooth. Same old story with the high tolerance to pain. By the time I notice these things the dentist is telling me he won't touch it and a specialist is going to have to go in and do the deed.

As far as writing goes. The first manuscript has been stuffed into a file for being so bad it should never see the light of day. The second one stalled out. I've wasted two years on it and I've taken it around the back of the shed and shot it.

I'm hopeful about the third manuscript -- I'm going to stick with entertaining myself rather than write it with any commercial goal. That seems to be the hang up.
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This will make no sense as I'm having difficulty writing at all.

I fell into a depressive patch last August and got hit with writer's block as a thank you very much.

Currently my happiness is based on a little pill that may/will send me manic. At which point I get to try a new little pill. Don't even talk to me about side effects. I'm finally tapering off the other pill, the one that makes me fat and forgetful.

My sister finally talked to me. She's in the same boat, bipolar wise. Admitting something is wrong is a big step.
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I'm the only one here all week and the most constructive thing I have done so far is take down the Christmas decorations.

Don't laugh - I'm being paid a lot of money to take down tinsel and stare at a phone that doesn't ring.

Don't get me wrong, come Monday I will have a pile of constructive material for show and tell (I'm not stupid).

The second most constructive thing I've done is stare at an audit report. I can't do much more than make it pretty with highlighters. I've analysed the content, located a missing document and made a short summary - and that's all I can do with it without other people involved.

Next year I'm taking all of January off.

Two Flower?

Jan. 9th, 2013 07:36 pm
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Two Flower is this you?

(Reference will only make sense if you read Terry Pratchett - Two Flower is the Discworld's first tourist, believes that nothing bad will happen to him because he is a tourist)

http://www.smh.com.au/travel/bored-truck-driver-becomes-war-tourist-in-syria-20130104-2c7wp.html
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