Warning

Feb. 6th, 2008 09:25 pm
sessifet: (Amusement)
I've started the training for my new job last week and I'm nearly at the end of the theoretical training. Next Monday I will start the practical bit. It will see me on the phones with an experienced co-worker, hopefully not making too much of a fool of myself.

Unfortunately, I'm about to (or may have already) hit the point of information overload. My brain has received so much new information it can't implement yet that it starts to shut down several other brain functions in order to deal with filing all the new stuff.

Among the functions being shut down are:

- Ability to spot humour. I will probably not recognise an attempt at humour unless it's signposted. Preferably by a big purple elephant holding up a sign reading 'I am humourous!'.

- Ability to spot and appreciate subtlety. Please use the aforementioned elephant, but give it a sign reading 'I am subtle!'.

- Language facilities. I'll try my very best not to turn into mono-syllabic woman, but expect a larger than normal occurance of meta-syntactic variables at any given time.**

- Capacity to regenerate spoons.

- Ability to cope.^^

It will pass in the next few weeks, but until then, don't ask me anything that involves me making a decision. Or having to think beyond 'tired vs shiny'. If you do, there is an equal chance of me stabbing you with my swordfish or hiding in a corner. Or getting angry. Anything that's on the books will be done and will get my full attention. I just don't want to add anything else.

** Wossnames.

^^ I'll be really cranky. And out of spoons. And out of cope.
sessifet: (WTF!Daisies)
Here's a few little hints you might want to rethink driving that car:

- You have two walking sticks on the passenger seat.

- Pedestrians flatten themselves against the nearest wall or fling themselves behind the nearest tree as you hurtle past at approximately light speed, leaving clouds of noxious fumes.

- You are using your teeth to grip the steering wheel as you shift gear.

- You're not using your original teeth to grip the steering wheel, or

- You're not using any teeth to grip the steering wheel but are merely gumming it.

- You can't see without those inch thick glasses.

- You can't see a hell of a lot more with those inch thick glasses.

- You are wearing a cap that is wider than your ears and longer than your nose.

In short:

- If bloody Methuselah himself would fucking call you gramps and offer you his seat on the bloody train, you're damned well not supposed to be fucking driving, you maniac.

No love,

Me

*twitch*
sessifet: (WTF!Daisies)
Here's a few little hints you might want to rethink driving that car:

- You have two walking sticks on the passenger seat.

- Pedestrians flatten themselves against the nearest wall or fling themselves behind the nearest tree as you hurtle past at approximately light speed, leaving clouds of noxious fumes.

- You are using your teeth to grip the steering wheel as you shift gear.

- You're not using your original teeth to grip the steering wheel, or

- You're not using any teeth to grip the steering wheel but are merely gumming it.

- You can't see without those inch thick glasses.

- You can't see a hell of a lot more with those inch thick glasses.

- You are wearing a cap that is wider than your ears and longer than your nose.

In short:

- If bloody Methuselah himself would fucking call you gramps and offer you his seat on the bloody train, you're damned well not supposed to be fucking driving, you maniac.

No love,

Me

*twitch*

Yay

Dec. 28th, 2007 11:19 pm
sessifet: (Hold Me)
I just had another visit from the homesickness fairy. She's been zooming past occasionally, but all she did was flutter her wings at me before sodding off again. I was not really bothered by this. She apparently was not amused, because this morning she came back and brought heavy equipment. Fortunately I managed to step aside, and all she got was a glancing blow and all was made well again by applications of tea and hugs.

Tonight she waited until I was distracted and the sources of hugs had buggered off to bed so she could try again. Guess what? She was successful.

That part of me that is rooted in Groningen wants to go home now, please. It doesn't want to try this and thinks it's a stupid idea to have come here. It wants to hear Dutch again, and to see familiar things and be able to see for miles and miles without all those silly hills getting in the way. Why the hell did we ever leave? We were doing just fine over there. Whose bloody stupid idea was this anyway? No-one asked me. We just upped and went because someone thought we might be happy somewhere else. Well, not if I can bloody well help it. I shall sulk now and make the rest of us utterly miserable. Idiot

To which the rest of me goes: "Hmm? Sorry, we were distracted by shiny things. Oh look, naked Hugo Weaving. *dribble*"

Which leaves that part of me that loves it here and it really, really makes to want a go of all this and is pretty certain I can be happy here if someone would just give it a bloody chance, are you listening to me? I mean, go forbid one of us has hopes and dreams and wants to act on them. We're all supposed to be in this together, remember? I didn't here any complaints when this was first suggested, so it's a bit late to start now. So if someone doesn't stop bitching and moaning I'm damn well turning this bloody car around and we just won't go to Disneyland! Am I being clear? Thank you.(1)

My brain is a weird place.

I shall go back to dancing. At least that's something all my bits agree upon. Dancing fun. (Yes, I know, so's that. But we're not going to. No, we're not doing that either. Okay, no. No, we're most certainly not going to do that. No. Nor that. Nor tha...erm...let me get back to you on that. Put it away for now.)

(1) Oh dear Christ, I'm turning into to my mum. Though she never took us to Disneyland.

Yay

Dec. 28th, 2007 11:19 pm
sessifet: (Hold Me)
I just had another visit from the homesickness fairy. She's been zooming past occasionally, but all she did was flutter her wings at me before sodding off again. I was not really bothered by this. She apparently was not amused, because this morning she came back and brought heavy equipment. Fortunately I managed to step aside, and all she got was a glancing blow and all was made well again by applications of tea and hugs.

Tonight she waited until I was distracted and the sources of hugs had buggered off to bed so she could try again. Guess what? She was successful.

That part of me that is rooted in Groningen wants to go home now, please. It doesn't want to try this and thinks it's a stupid idea to have come here. It wants to hear Dutch again, and to see familiar things and be able to see for miles and miles without all those silly hills getting in the way. Why the hell did we ever leave? We were doing just fine over there. Whose bloody stupid idea was this anyway? No-one asked me. We just upped and went because someone thought we might be happy somewhere else. Well, not if I can bloody well help it. I shall sulk now and make the rest of us utterly miserable. Idiot

To which the rest of me goes: "Hmm? Sorry, we were distracted by shiny things. Oh look, naked Hugo Weaving. *dribble*"

Which leaves that part of me that loves it here and it really, really makes to want a go of all this and is pretty certain I can be happy here if someone would just give it a bloody chance, are you listening to me? I mean, go forbid one of us has hopes and dreams and wants to act on them. We're all supposed to be in this together, remember? I didn't here any complaints when this was first suggested, so it's a bit late to start now. So if someone doesn't stop bitching and moaning I'm damn well turning this bloody car around and we just won't go to Disneyland! Am I being clear? Thank you.(1)

My brain is a weird place.

I shall go back to dancing. At least that's something all my bits agree upon. Dancing fun. (Yes, I know, so's that. But we're not going to. No, we're not doing that either. Okay, no. No, we're most certainly not going to do that. No. Nor that. Nor tha...erm...let me get back to you on that. Put it away for now.)

(1) Oh dear Christ, I'm turning into to my mum. Though she never took us to Disneyland.
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Went to do some shopping for dinner tonight and saw one of these in a shop window.

Yes, gentle reader, AEG has developed a vacuum cleaner called 'Vampyr'. Now, I don't like vacuuming at all. I think it sucks like a convict at the crack of the gas chamber door. I also think I'm not the only one with a healthy dislike of this particular household appliance, so I can see why they'd want to glamorise said appliance. But 'Vampyr'? 'Vampyr'? Is AEG hiring dyslexic goth marketing directors now?

I wonder what went on in the wonderful minds in the marketing department. Something like this, perhaps?

'People, tests show that people loathe vacuuming. We need to make it more fun! Let's re-vamp the humble vacuum cleaner! Anyone have any ideas?'

*someone in the back of the room going 'ohohohoh! Pick me! Pick me!'*

'Yes, you in the back?'

'Well sir, we know vacuum cleaners suck, don't we? So I'm thinking: wouldn't it be cool to call it 'Vampire'? They suck too...'

*silence*

'I like it! But it needs something else. Something...different. Something edgy. Yes, Johnson?'

'How about we spell it differently? Maybe with a 'y'? And drop the 'e' as well?'

*more silence*

'That's it! Well done! This will revolutionise the vacuum cleaner business!'

'Vampyr'...Really, what's next?
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Went to do some shopping for dinner tonight and saw one of these in a shop window.

Yes, gentle reader, AEG has developed a vacuum cleaner called 'Vampyr'. Now, I don't like vacuuming at all. I think it sucks like a convict at the crack of the gas chamber door. I also think I'm not the only one with a healthy dislike of this particular household appliance, so I can see why they'd want to glamorise said appliance. But 'Vampyr'? 'Vampyr'? Is AEG hiring dyslexic goth marketing directors now?

I wonder what went on in the wonderful minds in the marketing department. Something like this, perhaps?

'People, tests show that people loathe vacuuming. We need to make it more fun! Let's re-vamp the humble vacuum cleaner! Anyone have any ideas?'

*someone in the back of the room going 'ohohohoh! Pick me! Pick me!'*

'Yes, you in the back?'

'Well sir, we know vacuum cleaners suck, don't we? So I'm thinking: wouldn't it be cool to call it 'Vampire'? They suck too...'

*silence*

'I like it! But it needs something else. Something...different. Something edgy. Yes, Johnson?'

'How about we spell it differently? Maybe with a 'y'? And drop the 'e' as well?'

*more silence*

'That's it! Well done! This will revolutionise the vacuum cleaner business!'

'Vampyr'...Really, what's next?
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I bring you Flexi Felix (also available in blue and black)

We've established it looks like something IKEA would have in their toy section, and plans to try and sell it to them are underway.
sessifet: (Default)
I bring you Flexi Felix (also available in blue and black)

We've established it looks like something IKEA would have in their toy section, and plans to try and sell it to them are underway.
sessifet: (Default)
Scary dress

Now, I want that dress. I crave it, actually. It makes me want to spork my eyes out, but I just want it. I'd never ever wear it, of course. I'd just put it in a closet and take it out every once in a while so I can go 'Holy amazing shit, that's a scary dress' and put it back again. For some reason, I find this thought incredibly satisfying and funny.

Proof, therefore, that I should not, after only three hours of sleep, drink two bottles of ginger ale and idly scull the internet. It makes my imagination go to scary places.

*falls over*
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Scary dress

Now, I want that dress. I crave it, actually. It makes me want to spork my eyes out, but I just want it. I'd never ever wear it, of course. I'd just put it in a closet and take it out every once in a while so I can go 'Holy amazing shit, that's a scary dress' and put it back again. For some reason, I find this thought incredibly satisfying and funny.

Proof, therefore, that I should not, after only three hours of sleep, drink two bottles of ginger ale and idly scull the internet. It makes my imagination go to scary places.

*falls over*
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I just saw a picture of a Fell-Beast model. It was made of pink plasticine, and was stuck on a black background.

It looked disturbingly like a penis with teeth.

I sure hope himself won't mind not having sex until I am free of that particular image.

The Lesson for today?

Do not watch the Appendices of The Two Towers when under the influence of prescribed painkillers.

*floats off to find a world not inhabited by phallic Fell-Beasts*
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I just saw a picture of a Fell-Beast model. It was made of pink plasticine, and was stuck on a black background.

It looked disturbingly like a penis with teeth.

I sure hope himself won't mind not having sex until I am free of that particular image.

The Lesson for today?

Do not watch the Appendices of The Two Towers when under the influence of prescribed painkillers.

*floats off to find a world not inhabited by phallic Fell-Beasts*

Weird...

Jul. 20th, 2005 12:11 am
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Just idly sculling along the internet, googling for the meaning of my name, and I run across this.

Yes...well...er...Look! Shiny! *hides*

Edit:

In case you're wondering, the true meaning of my name is, apparently, 'pure'. For some reason, that scares me even more. ;)

Weird...

Jul. 20th, 2005 12:11 am
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Just idly sculling along the internet, googling for the meaning of my name, and I run across this.

Yes...well...er...Look! Shiny! *hides*

Edit:

In case you're wondering, the true meaning of my name is, apparently, 'pure'. For some reason, that scares me even more. ;)

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