Bad Weather

There's shitloads of snow. Like, proper shitloads. Inches, four or five of them and degrees in the red night and day alike.

And yes, that is odd, because down here in the south we don't normally get snow till 'bout january, if that. White christmases are well rare, to put it bluntly. If you're an avid follower of this here blog (hey A, wazzup?!) you might recall how last year the snow set in just before New Year and stayed till March and that was uncommon enough, but like I said, shitloads. November. Not good. It's gonna be a long'un.

But on the positive me and Monster got ourselves one of them plastic bum-slidey-thingees today and went down the tiny hill out back about two million times.

Other than that I'm watching a fair bit of Nurse Jackie and going "oh you naughty woman" about every three seconds.

Whoa Now! <--- What Nev Schulman Should've Said But Never Did.

I just watched an absolutely awesome film called Catfish. Download it immediately (I should write "go buy it" but heck, who do I think I'm kidding) and let it be a lesson learned. Next time you're tempted to get saucy with some random hottie off the internet, just whisper Angela Pierce's name three times and all lusting will disappear like fog in sunshine.

Anyway, if you haven't seen it yet, do.

Also I have a small feverish dude in my house and he's veeeery poorly and can therefore only eat Kinder chocolate eggs. And being a mother stuck at home with said dude I can only eat chocolate marzipan logs. It's a fact.

Also also, tomorrow at 11 am (my time, not stupid America time thank you very mucho) I'll be in a v. imp. meeting regarding my new position at work. Yes people...I'm being promoted. Yay me and so on. Thank you, thank you, that's enough applause now.

I Carry Your Heart (I Carry It In My Heart)

An old friend e-mailed me this morning to let me know another old friend has sadly decided this life was not for him. He went in one of the worst ways I can imagine, he put himself right in front of a train and waited for impact.

How shitty must your outlook on life and everything around it be if you come to the conclusion that all that is left for you to do is to throw yourself on the tracks? What anguish, what heart-shattering pain, what sheer and utter loneliness must you feel for that option to be the best, or indeed only, option left?

My heart bleeds. The world just lost a shining star.

Buying Things Just For The Sake Of Buying Things

So today I bought one of these...



...and one of these...



...and one of these...



...and also I'm reading this:



It's been a pretty good day all in all and I'm quite content although I'm up way later than I should be because I couldn't sleep again. There's a storm coming on tonight, the weatherman said, and it's clearly brewing outside. Rain giving the windows a damn good thrashing and all that.

Just hope it's all done by the morrow, it's seriously shitty riding a bike in a storm.

And Now For A Quick Recap

So my little brother got engaged recently.

Isn't it odd how we all grow up and do the things expected from us and all we can do is just hope and pray that we get to maintain some of the recklessness and happiness and devil-may-care-ness that we have when we, age 23, ask the girl we love to marry us?

My little brother is the most put-together person I know, he's serious and hardworking and reliable and organised to the bone. His girlfriend (oh sorry, fiancée...) is a great match for him; almost brassy but not at all without class, completely alive in every way, a reined-in revolutionary, probably the cleverest girl I know (apart from me, goes without saying, yes?). She will keep him fun. She will save him from himself, and he will save her from everyone else, and they will be one of those couples that manage. If they're lucky, they may even be happy.

They're getting married on January 7th. I'm already tearing up at the thought of it all.

It's probably nothing. Maybe cancer.

I'm starting to suspect that my right leg is somewhat longer than my left leg. When I have my MacBook on my lap it tilts to the left.

Five things you didn't know about me except it's just one.

My indian name is Katatonka. It means She Who Speaks With Sarcastic Undertones.

Five more songs I (inexplicably) know the lyrics to.

1. Islands in the stream - Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers.

2. Copacabana - Barry Manilow.

3. Rainbow in the dark - Dio.

4. Hips don't lie - Shakira.

5. Breathe - Blu Cantrell feat Sean Paul.

Yes, people. Eeeeevery single word. I'm not sure how this happened, but I'm leaning towards some kind of alien abduction scenario, probably during the earlier half of my twenties (those years are kinda hazy so it'd make sense).