Things that are making you crabbit! [2]

Sadly I really, really must sleep- its now 3.36am and im up at 8.30 tomorrow to go to a pointless meeting whose only benefit is to beurocrats

Not good! Not that I'd know anything about being in that situation...

Best of luck with the bureaucrats and I'll take this opportunity to try to be productive as well. My hope is to post the story tomorrow.

I look forward to it Eldo.
Right which way is my barrel from here again? ......mmmm...barrell-half a mile that way, hedge two foot to the right and about three down the way ....hedge it is then...

What is this black magic
"quick reply"
I for 1 am appalled!

Petty, you were right about Forumshire and change.

Don't touch it Ally... it might go away of its own accord.

Ya'know, if it was just labelled 'reply' instead of 'quick reply' nobody would be fussing I guess.

Lancebloke wrote:Don't touch it Ally... it might go away of its own accord.

Someone has touched my Buffy dvds mind you- all snapped into tiny pieces!


Who would do such a thing

A precocious young lady I'd wager!

ok officially hot. its 45 degrees outside and if you go out its like walking into an oven. 30 degrees in my house. national emergency and no rain for 3 months, the hills are on fire and I am trying to watch 2 inch squared video of Fires of Pompeii, fucking ironic or what. cant take much more of this nonesense.

That's horrible. I hope you're able to stay as cool and safe as possible, Mrs Figg!

I wish I could help you out by taking a bit of your excess heat Mrs Figg. We seem to be stuck at 60-65F (16-18C). More comfortable I admit, but no less crabbitworthy to a farmer who's trying to grow a crop.

thanks guys. its an Saharan anticyclone called Lucifer its normally only this hot in Quwait. there is no escape I am afraid, and its horribly humid as well so no sleep either. I am trying to take my mind off it with Dr Who, I need to find the next episode fast. The fires are a bit worrying though. 18 degrees sounds heavenly at the mo.

Lucky id its aboce 10 here and its gently raining- see you should have extended your visit to Scotshobbitland Mrs Figg- you couldnt start a forest fire here right now with a blow torch and 1000 gallons of petrol.

Just got back from dropping my sister off from college and I'm kind of lost I feel like a baby duck who's lost its mother! What do I do with myself!

Remember those chickens I mentioned before? Well we decided to go build them a bigger better coop- and we succeeded- unfortunately I accidently stood on a bit of wood- with a big nail in it!
Not happy, cant put any weight on it at all without a suprising amount of pain. So reduced to hobbling about the flat swearing every few minutes (granted only the hobbling is new there but still).

I hope you keep it clean and that doesn't get infected. Sounds pretty bad. Get well soon!

Thanks Eldo- it hurst like hell when I put any pressure on it but no infection- its been well cleaned and bound.

Oooooouch!

I don't think we need to worry, Eldo. The alcohol level in his blood will probably kill the infection or make the bacteria too drunk to remember what they were suppose to do.

Eldorion wrote: I hope you keep it clean and that doesn't get infected. Sounds pretty bad.

I saw this and thought you were talking about something from "Wholesome Tales"......

The alcohol level in his blood will probably kill the infection - Amarie

I hadnt thought of that! Another great reason to be drunk all the time!

Amarie - that's a good point. I'm not sure Petty needs the encouragement to keep drinking buckie though.

Dave - {{{I think I see another story coming from the fevered mind of Orwell. "The Tale of the Infected Member"}}}

Infections are no laughing manner! Don't walk barefoot in any place wet or humid that is publically used! MRSA is a bitch! Don't let it sneak into your cut!!!!!!!!!!!!! Been there, done that, NOT GOOD!


P.S. so the musical I was writing? the Teacher supervising decided to change our villan's character. Instead of a slutty sorceress, she's Charlie (the time traveller) daughter. It's become a play about Daddy issues, and I keep trying to get the rest of my peers to stand and fight for it with me, but everyone is laying down their swords and giving in. Do I try one last time to plead my case (though completely on my own in my crusade) or do I bite the bullet and try to re-write a perfectly usable script?

Was the problem with the sluttiness? Maybe you could try to downplay that as a compromise.

My sympathies for your situation, Tin. I'd probably stick it out as long as I could for my vision as the writer but there comes a point when you're just butting heads and building grudges. I can't say where that point is since I'm not part of the situation, though.

Eldorion wrote: {{{I think I see another story coming from the fevered mind of Orwell. "The Tale of the Infected Member"}}}

Nothing I'd be interested in, Eldo - but Anon might... I'll let him know!