Lou-quacious

... because I'm still up, therefore it still is yesterday even though it's technically today now.  Or something.  I'm tired and confused, and I want some cheese.  I really am going to turn my poor computer off and go to bed shortly.

Haven't posted about Torchwood or Who yet (except to Twitter) - shall do so tomorrow I expect.  I needed some time to ponder, and make sure that I'd actually be coherent.

Um.  Oh yes - it snowed!  Earlier this week, I though I heard on the forecast that they were expecting snow, but then yesterday they just said there might be snow in Scotland, and possibly some "wintery showers".  Hah!  Three inches of snow later...  Which isn't a huge amount as such, but it's quite a bit more than none at all.  Still, I got lots of pretty photos for Project 365 when I was over at Mum's.  Hoorah!

I still want cheese.  Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.

So damn hard to buy for.  Mine has his birthday on Sunday, and I haven't got a clue what to get him.  The only thing that he could come up with that he wants is apparently not published til October.  Helpful!  So it'll have to be something random, and with my non-existent budget (not to mention what's actually available round here), probably crap.  Sorry, M, you should have been more specific.  Oh well.  Off to town I pop.

I know, I know.  All I ever do in this journal is whine and moan, and make a load of drama out of not a whole lot really.  And I've been thinking about that recently: even though I tend to think of myself as being on LJ for fannish purposes, and even though I (initially at least) got to know almost everyone on my flist via one fandom or another... I hardly ever post fannish stuff myself.  Just omg-my-life-is-soooo-hard (sitting around at home on my computer all day not working, woe is me, hah!) stuff.  So!  I'm going to try and balance it out a bit more.  Inflict my fannish thoughts on here as well as everything else.  Oh yeah, and talk about the more positive day-to-day stuff as well ;-)

Thing is, though, this journal acts as a bit of a safety valve for me.  I get all the melodrama off my chest by writing it in here, and then I can go on and deal with life much more easily.  It's all very therapeutic! *g*  Also, I sometimes have my tongue in my cheek about the level of WOE... I hope that comes across.  Because I know I can be too deadpan in 'real life' - it's a bad habit. Mwahah.  But my Mum certainly thought the other day that I was serious about the temporary loss of my broadband that's coming up being the end of the world as far as I was concerned.  Uh, no, I think I'll live.  I'm not pleased, but I'm not going to be cast into the depths of deepest despair.  Anyway, I have a cunning plan (cunning like a fox!).

But for now, I shall have a vent (with a bit of redeeming mockery), if nobody minds.  And if you do, well, I'm going to do it behind a cut tag, so you can just ( skip on by! )

And to balance things out I shall make a Post of Yay tomorrow (too late now - *yawn*).  I promise. :-)

It was Mum's birthday yesterday.  My Aunt Alex (Mum's sister) and Bob('s)-my-uncle (her husband) came down and we all had dinner, which was nice.  We don't usually see them on birthdays, cos they're Jehovah's Witnesses.  In fact, several of my family - my cousins on Dad's side who live locally - came round to see Mum, and brought flowers and cards and stuff.  I'm very pleased with them! :-)

Anyway, when I got round to Mum's, she had a visitor - her friend Jenny.  Martin was best friends with Jenny's son all through primary school, so as such she's known us for about 20 years now.  I let myself in, walked into the living room to say hi, and...
Jenny:  Goodness!  You and Martin are so alike!
Mum:  I still don't see it...
Jenny:  He was down here just before you came in, and it's the way you stand and speak as well.  But really - you could be twins!

Bzuh?  I mean, maybe I should be used to this by now - it's been happening since I was 18 and he was 13, when the obvious age-gap between us must have .... stopped being obvious?  But if it's that we appear to be about the same age, surely it would make more sense for people to assume that we're brother and sister who are a year apart in age, or something?  Why always the twin thing?  We get it more now than ever, together and separately.  When M started his new job, he was "recognised" by a girl who I went to school with.  I can't see where we look so apparantly alike, and neither can he, or Mum.  Funny thing is, there are photos of Dad when he was about Martin's age now that could be M with a dark wig on, and photos of Mum when she was little that look exactly like me as a child.  Come to think of it, when I was home from uni one time (so, when I was about 20), I opened the door to Jenny, and she did a double take, thinking Mum had gone blonde.  But then again, I've had people tell me I looked just like Dad, too.  It's all very strange!

Do I look that much like Martin, though?  Perhaps I should stick up some photos and post a poll.  Any excuse for some tickyboxes!

Plus, ( I'm just memetastic, recently )

(forgot to actually post this yesterday, d'oh!)

• Sorted out the rubbish for putting outside and cleaned the kitchen bin (wow, exciting)


• Edited fic some more... nearly there now, I think!


• Received box of inexplicable size with computer bits in it (see below)


• Generally faffed about, apparently.  Ooops

So, I got the bits for my computer that I'd ordered.  Namely, a new harddrive (80Gb), a 4 port USB hub (about the size of the palm of my hand), a pen drive (v ickle), a spare USB cable so I can hook my printer up without having to go via the dinosaur of a scanner, and a spindle of 100 blank CDs.  ( photographic evidence )