Wednesday, June 30, 2010

June in review...

Goal #1: NaBloPoMo - TICK!

Goal #2: Part 1 - eBay - TICK!
               Part 2 - etsy - TICK!

Man, someone get me a gold star!


Don't worry about it, I found a whole bunch! (photo credit)

Etsy took a big chunk of my day to sort out, but I think it'll be pretty quick to upload things from here on in. I had someone message me while I still was uploading octopuses, to ask if I could make one for her in a different colour. So I did, and she's theoretically going to buy it - so I've nearly sold something already! Exciting times!

I still need to figure out a pretty way to package them when I send them out. I could origami up some boxes? Or just use pretty paper and ribbons... I'm definitely going to put some sort of business cards in the packages (thanks for that suggestion, Maja!) Anyone else got any fantastic ideas?


I haven't applied for any jobs today, although yesterday I applied for my new dream job: at the yarn store down the road.

Can you imagine it?  It's okay if you can't, I'm imagining enough for the both of us!

They had a sign up saying they had a full time vacancy for a 'shop girl' - sounds perfect, yes? I had some CVs on me, so I dropped one off.  However, my CV is mostly cafe experience, so when I've been applying for retail or office work or whatever, I usually add a giant cover letter about how customer service skills are transferable, and how I'm a really fast learner...  I think I'll go back and visit tomorrow - bring them a letter and maybe an octopus!


I've quite enjoyed this 'posting every day' thing. It's become a habit, so perhaps I'll keep up the frequent updates on every facet of my life in disturbing detail - aren't you excited?
I've definitely enjoyed making resolutions and then doing them - that might have to become a regular occurrence, too! Don't they say it only takes ten repetitions for something to become a habit? One month down...

On that note... What's coming up in July? 

Did someone say NaNoWriMo?

I should probably get a job. Apart from that, I'll devote my time to making things and being awesome!

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

What's in a name?

Hey this is the 200th time I've written a post! Exciting times.


I love my name. I used to hate it when I was in primary school, and I wanted to be just like everyone else. All the other girls had names like Sarah and Melissa and Jessica... Mine was just weird, and people got it wrong all the time. Ogla. Oga - that one still makes me cringe.

People didn't even bother trying to say my surname right. I remember once getting a merit award at East Maddington, and the principal just mutilated my last name. He didn't even try, it was awful. He just said 'Olga, uh, Herrrm (mumble mumble mumble)'.
This from the institution that was teaching kids how to read. A good rule - if you don't know a word, sound it out. Just try saying the letters in the order they appear. Don't just look at it, dismiss it as too long and make it up. Grr.

Wow, I am surprised by how angry I still am about that.

Anyway, once I got to high school and stopped worrying about fitting in, I realised I liked my name. It's different and unusual, but it still sounds like a girl's name. It has history and family roots, although only as far back as my grandma. It's not strictly an Icelandic name - I think Helga is the Icelandic version - but it works just as well there as it does here or in Australia.


International names are important. My parents made sure that all of our names work pretty well wherever we live, although I guess there's probably some country where Olga is a rude word. The best ever story I've heard of non-international naming is the Icelandic name that is a combination of the words 'river' (or is it year?) and 'sun'.
Ársól. And that ó makes a long 'o' sound, so you kind of pronounce it 'Ar-sole'. I am not making this up.


Band names are interesting. When we named the band, we had no idea how long we'd be playing for. It's weird, you start out with a name that's an in-joke, or an oblique reference to something you thought was cool at the time, but eventually (hopefully) the name just becomes synonymous with your band.

You stop thinking about how ridiculous the name 'Smashing Pumpkins' is, because you don't actually think of pumpkins anymore, you think about their music and Billy Corgan's bald head (which is, it could be argued, a bit like a pumpkin. Okay, bad example.)


And this leads me to 'why I probably shouldn't bother changing the name of my etsy store (again!) just because I feel like it reminds me of something else'. After a while, it'll stop being referential, or too cutesy, or silly-sounding, and it'll just be itself.


Off-topic but necessary: Hey Mum and Dad! Here's my tattoo all healed up!


I just realised I have enough to say about names for another couple of posts, so maybe I'll save it for later. I guess I am quite into language and how we use it - looks like it might be time to go back to uni...

Monday, June 28, 2010

Today I...

... made an etsy store! There's, um, nothing there yet, but still - it's mine, got my name on it and everything! I need to make a nice banner for the top bit - that'll be tomorrow's procrastination project. Then I'll become an instant millionaire. I'm pretty sure that's how the internet works.

P.S. Name-wise, I heard back from the Olga De Polga people and they said no. Boo! I didn't actually think of the fact that Olga Dee is a bit too much like Natalie Dee until after I saved it - I was thinking of D for Danielle or maybe one day Di Blasio.  Oh well.


Oh yeah, here's that clip I mentioned - Dara O'Briain talking about England's expectations for the world cup. Sorry for the quality, but you can hear the joke, and it's still better than I would summarize it.

What else? I thought there was more, but there isn't. Maybe there'll be more tomorrow? Maybe.

Sunday, June 27, 2010


For a second there, I was worried we wouldn't make it home on time for me to write a post! It's okay though, I've got 14 whole minutes 'til midnight - enough time for a nice leisurely story.

So... Today we did some recording, it was pretty successful. Ross retracked most of his drums, Joe did some guitars, we all sang about hyenas in our most muppet-y voices, and the boys did some thigh slapping as percussion (Note: this sounds ridiculous, but makes a more awesome noise than handclaps - it also led to a discussion on the use of meat in sound effects - interesting...)

Then we watched the football, and England lost like the not-so-good team they are. I saw a comedian's funny take on it, but it may have to wait until I have longer than nine minutes to look for it.

So THEN. Ross tried to find the keys for the van that he borrowed from work. He thought he gave them to me, but I couldn't find them - it's okay, they turned up in the GPS bag. Unfortunately, when we took the keys to the parking spot, the van was gone.
Yup, apparently that one parking spot was suspended from today until tomorrow, and it got towed! Super frustrating times, hey.

It ends well, though - Joe took the gear home in a cab, Ross and I used the wonderful internets to find out where Hackney council tows cars (Andrew's Road, if you ever need to know) and we managed to talk a lovely lady into giving the van back to us - apparently if you can name enough stuff in your car, you get to have it back! (My cars usually contain lolly wrappers, but hey, maybe it's okay if you just tell them you really like Minties.)

Long long long day! Tomorrow, I shall regale you with videos of thigh slapping fun and awesome Irish comedians, but for now - sleep!

Edited to add: Okay, so the post time says that it's two minutes past midnight, but my computer still says 11:58, dammit!

Saturday, June 26, 2010


Poor Ross has had a killer toothache for a little while now, but it got so bad today that he had to bite the bullet (ha!) and go to the dentist. We went to a place in Baker Street that specialises in 'cosmetic dentistry', so the guy tried really hard to get Ross to agree to a filling and crown and the whole shebang, but in the end he just got it pulled. I was going to post a photo, but it's just kind of gross and unnecessary.

Anyway, we came home and decided to watch new Futurama (!) but Ross fell asleep during the opening credits. I had to wake him up a while later, because he was drooling blood - ew ew ew. I guess he should have been sleeping on the other side. He's all better now, though! 

Okay, TMI over.


So last night we had a big family dinner, and I made eggplant parmigiana! Yay for Jamie Oliver recipes - it turned out great! I will definitely be making it again sometime, and I've added to my list of awesome vegetarian dishes. 

I've always been a bit weirded out by eggplant - it seems like there's so many rules on how you're supposed to prepare it - salting/soaking/rinsing it beforehand to draw out the bitterness? Jamie Oliver didn't mention it, and it turned out fine. From now on I'm just going to treat it like all the other vegetables. Equality for aubergines!


Tomorrow we're finishing off the recordings. Ross has borrowed the van from work, so we're taking the drumkit and fixing a few bits and pieces... I'm supposed to be playing a clarinet line that I've never played before, I should definitely do some practicing tonight!

Apparently we will have to have a break at three when the England vs. Germany game is on - although I don't know why we're bothering to watch it, Paul the psychic German octopus has already said that Germany's going to win!

Friday, June 25, 2010


Took some pictures of my octopus friends using a combination of tips from Kristinn and etsy.

I like it when the rest of them are in a gang at the back, and there's just one dude in front posing and looking awesome and hip.

I also made this guy - he's slightly bigger than the others, and his tentacles are more wormy and tentacle-y. I kinda like him.

I have sent an email to the people with the Olga De Polga store (or is it a fashion label?) just to see what they feel about the situation. It seems like the best thing to do, rather than getting in trouble later on down the line. Also, I've been to their store, and along with clothes, they also sell a few weird little accessories, so maybe they can sell my stuff there, too?

Maybe maybe maybe.


What else? Oh yeah, I had a job interview last night, for what turned out to be a catering-style job for, an online fashion store. Sound familiar? It would be another job like the first one I had here in London, serving food to fashion bitches (excuse my language, Mum, but I believe it's the appropriate term). Turns out the chef guy who interviewed me had actually worked at Spring a while ago! Ah the small world of fashion catering - how have I become involved in it?

Anyway, I did the interview - it was fine, except I was late, despite leaving my house an hour and a half before I had to be there. Stupid public transport. I arrived five minutes late, but I had called him and I must have seemed worried about it, because he assured me it was fine... BUT he'd totally written it down at the top of my CV, AND underlined it.  I understand, lateness is a pet peeve of mine, and it's possible that I'd dismiss a prospective employee if they were continually late, but dude: don't tell me it doesn't matter if it clearly does!

I left the interview feeling okay, but I realised that I don't really want to work in that fashion-y environment again, and the commute was a bit of a hassle. Plus it's only twenty hours a week. So I said no to doing an unpaid trial today - possibly a mistake, but I feel confident about finding something better.


Anjay is coming over for dinner tonight, I haven't seen her in ages! I'm trying to decide what to make - curry is our traditional big family dinner, just because it's so easy to cook up into a big feast... 

We have a little disposable charcoal barbecue that people use for picnics over here, but I'm a bit worried it would smoke out our neighbours. Pizza? Risotto? Souffle? I'm going to put it out there, it's highly unlikely that I'll ever try to make a souffle.

I think I'll just let the supermarket inspire me! Inspiring places, supermarkets. Honest.

Thursday, June 24, 2010


I decided that I wasn't going to do anything in particular today, but I forgot that doing nothing in particular sometimes makes me feel like I haven't done anything useful - which is true - but I too often use 'doing useful things' as an indicator of personal worth.

Oooh, wait, I'm sure I saw a blog prompt for this very occasion - what do you do to cheer yourself up?

I don't really have a set routine - I've never really thought about it before. Maybe I have a tendency to just wallow in my misery instead of trying to snap myself out of it? No more!

Now that I think about it, I usually tend to distract myself with a book or tv show. If I'm upset, most of the time it's because I'm worrying about something in a pointless way. I end up just looping the anxiety in my brain, which is dumb. But it means that if I can think about something else for a while, I forget why I felt so bad in the first place. Take that stupid brain!

Another thing I like is tea. I don't really drink that much tea, but I love the idea of tea. It's sociable like coffee, but without all the caffeine. The little ritual of it makes me feel like I'm actively doing something to make myself feel better, even if it's only putting hot water on dry leaves.

Showers are awesome and refreshing, and if I am at the weepy stage of being upset, then heck, it's a great place to cry.

I should definitely count my blessings more, as I have so many good things going on. Maybe I should try to do it on a daily basis, to remind myself that everything's awesome before I start worrying- prevention is better than cure, right?

What else? There's a bunch of stuff that I should do but don't often manage: I'm sure that getting out of the house and doing something interesting would help. Exercising makes you feel great, right? Makeover, tidying up, throwing things away? All good things.

And of course, the best cure for sadness ever:

I feel better already.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Etsy Betsy Spider...

Hmm... I just created an Etsy account, and then read the article on 'helpful tips for naming your etsy store!' Oops. Oh well, that's what multiple email accounts are for, right?

I used olgadepolga, named after those books about a guinea pig that I was obsessed with when I was little. I was so crazy about them, and about guinea pigs in general - K once tried to get me to read Watership Down, which is an awesome book about bunnies, and I refused on the basis that there were no guinea pigs in it. I guess I had decided that I'd only read books about guinea pigs? Ridiculous.
Two problems with the etsy name:
1) Turns out you're allowed to use capitals, which makes things easier to read and remember, so OlgaDePolga would probably be better.
2) There's a store in Shoreditch called Olga De Polga, and I don't know if it's poor form (or illegal?) to use the name... Theirs is a fashion store, I'm not sure if it's a chain or a one off... Probably best to err on the side of caution.

Also, should it be something more relevant? Something octopus related? OctoParty? It may become slightly irrelevant if I ever start making anything other than octopi... But why would I ever do that?


I have an interview tomorrow for a job I applied for yesterday - yay for being theoretically employable! It's in Camden, which is a little bit of a hike, but only compared to my last work commute.
I also went up to the village today and applied at one of the nice-ish restaurants. I was going to go to the pubs, too, but it turned out to be just before the England game started - I prefer to apply for jobs when it's nice and quiet, and you can talk to people properly. It becomes harder to make a good impression when you're shouting to be heard over the yobs chanting England slogans...


My tattoo is healing up - read: it is the itchiest thing in the entire world and I'm not allowed to touch it.  Photos to follow when there's less ink flaking off.
Aaaaand... That's about all. It is too hot to think (26 degrees? Toasty.) Tomorrow might be my last day of unemployment for the time being, I'm going to try to get up early-ish and enjoy it! I keep telling Ross that I'll get up with him at seven, so we can share a pot of coffee, but it never happens. Maybe tomorrow.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

"Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love." - Wally Lamb

I've been job hunting today - only online though! I've been looking on Gumtree, which is cool because there's so much variety. It's easy to just trawl through everything, and I keep finding jobs that I could probably do, but haven't ever thought about.

For example: I might have a go at some charity fundraising - you know, the kind where you harass (in the nicest way possible) people on the street and try to get them to donate money to a good cause. I'd like to work for a good cause, but I can't really afford to only volunteer.
We shall see how it goes - I don't know if I'm really outgoing enough to make it work, but maybe it's a good way to become more outgoing?


When I was at the library printing out resumes, the guy at the counter was pretty funny. I asked to use a computer, and he said 'Sure. Are you Australian? How big is Kosta Tszyu?'
To which I replied 'Uh. Big?'
To which he replied 'Not as big as Jeff Fenech!'
I smiled politely and went to use the computer.

Then after I'd sent stuff to the printer, I went came back and was greeted with:
'So, I suppose you've come to talk to me about Danny Green?'

Um. Yeah. No. It took me a while to figure out that these people do boxing. I have nothing to say about boxing. But he said it all in a really jolly way, so it was fine. Just weird.
I did ask him if they had any jobs going, but he said they just hire from online, so I should keep an eye on the website. Will do, crazy Australian-boxer-obsessed guy!


Oh my gosh, do you know what TV I am hooked on at the moment?

Doctor Who - I love all the actors and the writers and the guy in charge of everything. I don't think Matt Smith is better than David Tennant, but I think he is AS awesome. Imagine that.  It's nearly the end of the season, which is disappointing, but at least I'll be able to buy it on DVD for that awesome aunt of mine (Sigga: I can't wait to see what you think!)

And also...

True Blood - I loved the books, and tried to watch the series once before, but for some reason I didn't really like it. I gave it a go after I ran out of old Doctor Who, and quickly made it through two seasons' worth! Now I'm waiting week to week like everyone else, and the cliff-hangers are actually, you know, cliff-hangy. Boo! Although I guess since I've read the books I have a vague idea where the plots are going - still, it's exciting to see what they keep and what they don't. 

For the record: Bill < Eric. 

Monday, June 21, 2010

Meatspace and kitten-face

Today I read a thing that referred to the real world (as opposed to online) as 'meatspace'. For example, when you know someone online, it's totally different from knowing them in meatspace.

I kinda like it, it's always a bit funny to be reminded that you're made of meat.


So, I'm feeling a bit meh and blah today, maybe we'll call it 'bleh'. There will be no unifying theme to this post, no revelations of startling truths (except the meat thing, I guess), and no spectacular stories that will move you to your very core. I guess this is the downside of posting all the time, whether you have something to say or not.


I did quite a bit of band admin today, sending a bio and photos and info to the people who run the End of the Road Festival - we're playing there in September. It looks like a pretty cool little show, very intimate and friendly. There's some awesome bands playing, including Wilco and Modest Mouse, so it should be a lovely weekend. 
And it has to be said: To any of my former or current band members who had to do more than their fair share of admin because I couldn't be bothered, thank you, and I'm sorry! That is some truly annoying and time consuming crap right there. 


And to finish, five things I'm grateful for:
1. my Ross.
2. sunshine.
3. feeling like I can pretty much do what I want with my life.
4. having family that I love and who love me.
5. the internet: for helping me stay in touch, teaching me things, and for showing me pictures like this:

Sunday, June 20, 2010


Going to go watch Italy vs. New Zealand at a pub somewhere, then going to an exhibition at the Tate Modern. Victoria and Daisy work there, and it's the 'friends and families' opening night tonight, so I think we get to go for free!


I have been looking at etsy stuff, but haven't done anything about it just yet... It's pretty cool, they seem to have so much information about how to make your etsy store serious business - following monthly trends, checking google searches and changing tags on your stuff accordingly. I think I might just put stuff up there and see how it goes. I can always improve sales once I've figured out what I'm doing!

Oh yeah, and K sent me step by step instructions to taking good photos - hooray!


Also, I idly googled 'how to get a Mills and Boon published' and found 'How To Write For Modern Romance'. I already knew that these were pretty formulaic novels, but I didn't realise that there was actually a set of rules you have to follow.  Depending on which type of M&B  you're writing (romance, historical romance, medical romance - yep, that genre exists), your 'alpha lead' needs to fulfil a different set of rules to make him just the right kind of creepy:

Mills & Boon Modern Romance®
Commanding: he’s always in control and calling the shots – except when the heroine finally tames him…
Demanding: he’s come a long way since his emotionally or financially impoverished childhood; he wants it done, and he wants it done now!
Arrogant:  he believes in himself and the reach of his influence, totally – until the battle with his feelings for the heroine begins…
Passionate:  sensual and sexy, he uses his charm and power to get what he wants, though his need for the heroine may ultimately prove stronger
Status: impossibly wealthy, probably self-made; often has celebrity status in the media.  The ruler of all he surveys, be it a company or a country

So. Yeah. Maybe not a viable career option, then. And if it ever is, you can rest assured I will use a pseudonym and deny it til the day I die.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Hi mum!

Umm... So.....


Don't worry, it's quite a bit smaller than it looks here - angles and close ups and stuff... And those bubbles in the top are from the cling film, not in the heart...

Can't believe it? Me neither! Ross and I had been talking about it for a little while, as something to do for our wedding anniversary* and then today we both had the whole day off, so we looked up some tattoo places in Soho. And then we went in for a consultation at the first place, and the lady said she could do it right then and there! So we did it!

I am still pretty high on endorphins, I can see how people become addicted to this stuff - I think I'm probably too vain and self-conscious to go crazy with it, though. Also, it did hurt. Quite a lot. Please remind me of that fact if I want to do it again...
You can't see Ross' one yet, his cling film is a bit gross and axe murdery - did you know that when you get a tattoo, it bleeds quite a lot? I didn't. Good to know.

* Might be a little bit hard to top next year...


P.S. On a somewhat related note, what's your favourite way to type a scream/yell? I often use ARGH! but I'm also somewhat partial to AUGH! Please let me know in the comments  - I'm sure you were going to, anyway!

Friday, June 18, 2010

There's no place like...

Ten of my homes, in order:

1. Manjimup - in a farmhouse that my dad built! I don't really remember much about it, and the stuff I remember, I'm not sure if I actually remember or have just seen it in pictures. Kristinn once made upstairs into the ice-planet Hoth by tearing open a packet of flour. I fell down the stairs and still have the scar on my face.
The one thing that I'm pretty sure I remember was a seesaw that went around in circles as well as up and down. (dear family, if this isn't true, please don't disillusion me.)

2. Sauðárkrókur - we lived with my grandma and grandpa, and then later moved to an apartment block. Again, I think I remember sitting in the lounge room and then being told that I had a new baby sister - I mostly remember a weird tense vibe that didn't really fit with just hanging out and watching TV.

I definitely remember being at Amma's house and being told that I couldn't go to Drangey because I wasn't dressed appropriately. Now, Drangey is an island in the bay - it's basically a cliff sticking out of the ocean, with a flat grassy plain on top (either that, or it's a troll cow that's been turned to stone). It's a pretty hard climb to the top, and once you get there, the edges are crumbly and dangerous. It is no place for a four year old. At the time, however, I remember being adamant that I could go home and change - I clearly felt very strongly about it, because it's stuck with me for twenty odd years.

3. Maddington - I think this was the house that my grandma and grandpa lived in when they first came to Australia. Our backyard had a whole bunch of fruit trees - plums, apples, oranges (or were they mandarins?), passionfruit and grapes. There were also almonds and heaps and heaps of bunnies, but they're not fruit (duh).

Sigga lived just up the road, and I remember lots of big fun family gatherings at her house and in her pool.

Originally uploaded by siggamag 
Whoa, it was quite difficult to steal this picture. Why will you not let me steal pictures, blogger? 
Oh yeah, copyright infringement. I guess that's fair enough.

4. Roleystone - We moved away from Maddington after our house got broken into, possibly a couple of times? There could have been a connection between these two things.

When we were looking for a new house, Mum had a checklist of three things that she wanted: a garage, a double sink and... I can't remember the third one? A bath? Or was that me?

Our house in Roley had none of the above, but it had a lovely feeling to it, so they bought it anyway.

I've spent most of my life in that house, and it is beautiful and precious to me.

5. Sauðárkrókur again - I went to Iceland and lived with my grandma twice, for about a year at a time - once when I was twelve, and again when I was eighteen. I got homesick like crazy both times, but I learnt a lot about who I am and what I want to be. And of course I got the chance to fall in love with Iceland as an (almost) adult.

6, 7 and 8. North Perth - I lived in three separate houses, all of them within a three block radius.

In the first house, my bedroom was a shoebox, and I lived with two dudes who were even slobbier than I was.
In the second, I accidentally ousted a flatmate who didn't want to live with two siblings (me and K) - it's okay though, he was a bit creepy and weird anyway. Then Ross moved in, Kristinn moved out, and Ross and I played house for a while. We also tried to play catch-the-mouse-that-lives-under-the-loungeroom-floorboards and keep-the-lawn-alive, but we never really managed those ones.
Then we moved in with Joe, where we had an above ground pool and a concrete jungle in the backyard. Our kitchen was a rehearsal space/venue, and we had some awesome parties. That last one was a doozy.

9. Roleystone again - briefly, just before we left for London. It was great to spend some hardcore time with family before we went away.

10. London -  I've got my beefs with this city, but it has been a pretty great experience living here. It's harder than living in Perth, but there's so much to do and see... You know. It's London-y.

And next up, Ross and I will go back to Iceland, if everything goes according to plan. I'm really excited about it.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Happy 17th of June!

... which is Iceland's national day, and also the day I became an unemployed hobo! I guess the hobo part will probably take a while to sort out, but I am definitely without work, and therefore wearing nail polish!

I assumed it was common knowledge, because I've always worked in hospitality, but Victoria was surprised to hear it, so maybe you'll be, too: it's against the rules to wear nail polish if you're making food or drinks. Maybe it isn't everywhere, but most places I've worked have that rule. Boo to that rule! Having coloured nails is fun and awesome and one of life's little pleasures.

My wishful thinking re: employment worked out so well last time - all I wanted was a job I knew how to do, and with no commute - and I got hired at Costa. So here's my new dream job: I'll work at the bargain bookshop on the high street, and I'll be allowed to wear whatever colour nail polish I want. It's a pretty nice little store, and the staff always seem to just be hanging out, reading books and listening to old music. Sounds like fun, right?


Yay! Almost all the stuff I posted on eBay has been bid on and will therefore be sold, although not necessarily for very much... I guess it's more than I'd get if I took it to Oxfam. And the one thing I didn't sell is the one thing that I hoped wouldn't sell anyway. My secret mind powers are awesome.

I'm going to post some more stuff for sale tomorrow - and maybe my weekend off will be the time to stockpile some crustaceans for sale on etsy... We shall see how that goes. I think the key to selling things might be to learn to take good pictures of said things - Kristinn? Feel like skyping a lesson on ISO and the right lighting for pictures of knitted treats?

Oooh, Joe is also doing lots of photography at the moment - he's been accepted into a course that starts in September, which is rad and exciting. Maybe I'll see if he's in the mood to do some artsy octopus portraits sometime soon...


And I think that's pretty much it. Here's a fluffy cloud in the shape of a heart:

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Old age is not so bad when you consider the alternatives - Maurice Chevalier (1888 - 1972)

Oh my gosh I am getting old.

When I was little, I thought it would be a really cool thing to write a letter to my older self. I think I was maybe thirteen or fourteen, and wrote to myself as a twenty(ish) year old - I fully expected to be married (?!) with children (!?!) by that age. I also gave myself advice, such as 'don't worry so much' and 'cry if you want to' - good advice, but funny that I thought that my future self needed to be told what I already knew. It has to be said, though, my not-worrying skills have improved since I was a teenager.

I was also thinking about age because I read an article/discussion thing on Jezebel about the use of the world 'girl' (as opposed to woman or whatever). From a feminist standpoint, I get that it can be belittling to be referred to as a girl, but I guess it's about the intent as much as anything else - people can belittle you with any word if they want to.*

I know I think of myself more as a girl than a woman, but then I refer to my male peers as guys, not men. It could be at least partly because of the music scene - is there another group of people more anxious to hang on to their youth? Don't get me wrong, I love music and the people who play it, and I love how my life has played out, but I think it has skewed my views on being a grown up - i.e. will it ever happen to me?

Another reason I'm thinking of being a grown up - I've just realised I have a body clock. Tick. Tock.
I was never really sure what the deal was with all that maternal instinct/getting older thing, but holy cripes I just keep seeing babies everywhere these days. Unsettling, but interesting...

Is being a grown up something that comes with having kids? How does one even know how to bring up children? It's only now occurring to me that maybe all these people who have kids are just making it up as they go along! That's outrageous! And terrifying! And awesome!

Ahem. Enough of the scary revelations, here's Tom Waits:

* I nearly slapped a guy for calling me 'sweetie' when I was working at Dome in Australia. We were training up some dudes to open a store in Bahrain - all men, slightly older than most of the staff. They seemed to have real problems with being told what to do by women, which was unfortunate as most of our staff and all of our managers were female.

I was trying to tell him that he was wrong about how to clean the coffee machine, and he interrupted me to say look sweetie, don't worry about it - I can still feel the rage just thinking about it. I'm usually pretty chilled out and quietly spoken, so I got some shocked looks when I snapped: Don't. Call. Me. Sweetie.
The managers all backed me up, and I think the dude from Bahrain had to apologise. Good times.

Wait, why am I telling this story? Oh yeah, my original point was: belittling. It happens. Don't let it.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Did you guys see the North Korean guy bawling his eyes out during their national anthem before the game? So sweet - must be such an overwhelming moment for the poor little guy. Apparently they're all just amateur dudes, and they're playing in the World Cup! Pretty neat.


So I was super assertive at work yesterday, it was awesome! The boss guy asked me what I had decided to do, after his latest offer of more money, etc, and I told him that I was still going to leave.

Manager man: 'Okay... So your last day will be the 24th, right?'
Me: 'No, remember, I gave you notice on the 10th? So it'll be the 17th.'
Him: 'Oh, but it's going to be really hard, because Momo's still on holiday until the 24th...'
Me: *fumes*

You guys remember how that went, right? I offered to help out, he sulked like a little kid and told me to do what I wanted. So I was speechless for a bit, then I was awesome!

Me: Look. If you wanted me to cover Momo's holidays, then when I offered to cover Momo's holidays, you should have said yes olga, I would really appreciate that!
Him: *Scoffs* Oh, so you're not doing it just because I didn't say I appreciated you...
Me: No, I'm not doing it because you didn't say YES when I offered to do it!
       (also, unsaid: would it kill you to show some appreciation? In what way would it be damaging to anyone for me to get some gratitude? My old boss was the same - what the hell is up, UK? I promise, being nice won't hurt you.)

Gah, it made me so mad, but I was so proud of myself for speaking up. He just moped around for a while after that - I don't think anything will really change, but maybe he'll think twice about how he treats his staff.

In other news, Khaled, (assistant manager man) is still totally on my side. The area manager for Boots (a pharmacy chain) came in and ordered coffee, and Khaled asked him if he needed any staff for his store, because I was looking for a new job, and he could thoroughly recommend me. They don't have anything going, but the thought was nice.

Monday, June 14, 2010

You are...

Just stumbled upon this comic called Bellen. I haven't read through many of them, but I found this old archived one that is so lovely.

I think I don't want to ruin it with more rambling. Have a good night, guys!

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Common sense is such a scam

Ha! Went in to work today for the first time since I quit, got offered the assistant manager's job - apparently he's leaving in August. The manager said I could also just work a couple of days a week until I get a new job, if I want.

Kind of a far cry from 'do what you want, we don't need you', hey? I'm still going to leave, I told my housemates about the offer and Daisy pointed out how happy I was the day I quit. I just feel like it's time to move on.

What else? Not much, so here's a list:

Five beautiful songs that make me an emotional wreck when I hear them.

1. Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem

 The music feels really pulse-y and dynamic - like an inevitable march forward.
I'm still not entirely clear on the particulars, but it's about loss and how life goes on anyway, even though it feels like the rest of the world should be stopping to take notice.

There's a fantastic line:
And it keeps coming, and it keeps coming, and it keeps coming til the day it stops.
I really love that kind of startlingly obvious lyric that somehow becomes really profound and full of meaning.

(This link isn't to the official clip, but the official clip seemed to be faster than the version I have? I like this version better, but maybe shut your eyes?)

2. Only Skin - Joanna Newsom

This song kind of goes forever, and all the verses sound almost like separate stories about devotion and intimacy and sacrifice.
 Then it builds up to this amazing bit towards the end - a question and answer between this deep man's voice (Bill Callahan) and a much higher Joanna Newsom choir, about everything she'd do for him, and it builds up to the final reply - I love you truly, or I love no one.
Gives me goosebumps every time.

3. Two Weeks - Grizzly Bear

I think this one might be mostly musically heart-crushing, which is a bit unusual for me, as I'm really into lyrics, (as you may have noticed.) 
Anyway, there's this kind of plunkety piano that feels really simple and sincere, and these rolling drums that feel almost chaotic but not, and then it's all overlaid with so many beautiful vocal lines and harmonies. Just really pretty.

4. Come Home - Dismemberment Plan

This one mostly gets me with the words, this guy just knows how to sum up despondency and that unexplainable sadness that you feel sometimes, and then hate yourself for feeling.
I told myself there's nothing wrong and stared right through the paper for a long long time.

Can you tell this is what I listened to when I was a mopey teenager?

5. Do You Realize?? - The Flaming Lips

Ah, it's totally predictable and unoriginal, but damn it, it's a beautiful song.
Do you realize, that everyone you know someday will die... 
Let them know you realise that life goes fast, it's hard to make the good times last, 
You realise the sun doesn't go down, it's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

It somehow sounds less trite coming from Wayne Coyne - he's not an amazing singer, so his voice kind of trembles and wavers and sounds so heartfelt and honest. And then there's all these beautiful choral backing vocals. Just lovely.


Special mention to Eels, but I couldn't choose just one song. This one album from my teenage years, Electro Shock Blues, goes from brutally depressing songs about funerals to heart wrenching songs like 'I Like Birds'. It feels like he's just been through so much, and at the end of it, he just has to appreciate the small things - the world is full of so much awfulness, but hey, at least there's birds.

(P.S. I didn't want to over-video this post, so it's all links to clips and live performances. Some of them are not that awesome - if you want better quality, email me and I will sort you out with some compilation CDs)

Saturday, June 12, 2010

"Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop" - Ovid (43 BC - 17 AD)

So my last day of work is this Thursday, and I've decided that I'll have that weekend off and start job hunting on Monday. I still don't know exactly what I'll do, I guess it depends on what kind of jobs are available close to home.
I'll go up to Walthamstow village (the nice, green part of town) and apply at the pubs and cafes around there. And while I'm at it, I might bring an octopus or two and go visit this craft/ home decor type shop. I know they try to support local artists, I wonder if that includes local crafters, too?


Oh yeah, if you're like me and marginally into the World Cup, you'll enjoy this blog - WORLD CUP BABIES. It's pretty much exactly like the real world cup, only instead of football, the winner is decided by the cuteness of Googled babies. Yesss....

Speaking of the World Cup (because everyone is), the guys are going to go watch tonight's England vs. USA game at a pub in Islington. I was thinking of going, but the idea of so many hooligans terrifies me.


And finally here's the cutest kitten video I've seen today...

Friday, June 11, 2010


Check out this photo - I hope Vicki doesn't mind me posting it, she scanned it and emailed it for Ross and I to giggle over.

So guess who, when he was very young, got a nut stuck in his nose? Yup, that would be Ross.

And in the interest of balance, I'm trying to think of hilarious things I did when I was little, but I'm kind of stuck. Mum? Sigga? Amma? Feel free to join in.

I definitely cut my hair at some point, although apparently I cut a pretty straight line across one side, so mum cut the other side to match and gave me a mini-mullet.

Ooh, I just remembered something that seemed fine at the time, but in hindsight is hideous. I had a pet guinea pig called Casey*, and one night I decided that she'd probably like to sleep in my cubby house - a wooden shipping container on stilts. (p.s. Thanks Dad, best cubby ever!) She died overnight, I don't know whether from the cold or what, but the next morning she was all stiff and solid. So... I played with her for a few hours before we buried her - she became a noble Barbie steed, until Mum found out and made me stop.
Gee whiz, that story is terrible. I hope we can still be friends - I haven't messed with corpses since, I swear. Except for that one semester at uni. And when I worked at the abbatoir... And come to think of it, every time I prepare meat for eating.
Ah well. I'm terrible. Let's move on.

*I only named her Casey because I asked a friend of mine what to call her, and the friend said 'Anything but Casey, I have a cousin with that name and she's totally mean.' Apparently I was also totally mean - sorry Carla!


Hey so I was talking to a friend on facebook, and we were talking about having opinions and standing by them. In Australia, I think there's kind of an extension of the tall poppy thing whereby having opinions that you express to others as if they're important is seen as a bad thing. And having a blog purely to express such opinions? I feel like it's kind of frowned upon.

I definitely have trouble with conviction. Luckily I don't need to justify having a blog, because let's face it, it mostly started out as a way to stay in touch with my family while I'm over here. (I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing, but I pretty much write every post like it's an extended email to my parents. Hi Mum!)

Blogging aside, when I meet new people, I tend to be very non-committal about stuff I like (and don't like). It's like I still have that stupid high school fear of being 'caught out' liking the wrong things. This, I have realised, is the dumbest thing ever - how can I be wrong about what I like? Surely I am the boss of that?
Same with art - sometimes I feel like if I don't like something, it's more because I 'don't get it' - it's actually really valid and interesting, but goes way over my head. Such a silly way to think.

But back to my blog: doing this NaBloPoMo thing means I'm having to stretch more to find things to write about - there's only so many diary posts that can be done before it gets intolerable. And it seems like when I do write about my opinions on stuff, people totally engage more, comment, discuss, whatever. So maybe it's not such a bad thing to talk about what you really think.

Just a thought.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Productive - that's me!

Guess what I did today?
I put more stuff on ebay, which led to some hilarious self portraits:

I know this crop might be really annoying, but my right hand is smushed up against the door, and I wanted it to be symmetrical.

What else did I do? I tried on a pair of bathers that I thought I wanted, but they were weird.
Hmm, what else? I bought some sandals...

Oh yeah, and I quit my job - for real this time!

I was all prepared to just wait it out and work there until we left for Iceland, but I just don't think I can. Or no, I'm sure I could, but I don't want to.

Prepare for extended rant:

We had a staff meeting last night, and it the most pointless and stupid staff meeting I've ever attended, anywhere! At the beginning, the manager said that we should be making everything to the new brand standard, which we already knew. He told us that I was going to be promoted(ish) to be the person who's in charge when no one else is in charge - first of all, I hadn't officially agreed to that, secondly they weren't going to give me any more money because the manager is in trouble with head office, so "they would probably just say no, anyway".

Then it degenerated into everyone (bar me, although I was feeling it) saying how much they disliked working there, and how many times head office had ripped them off, and how they were totally going to leave. I've told the assistant manager that I want to leave, so I think he was trying to convince me to stay by saying 'hey, we're all in the same boat here!' 
I don't know if it's just me, but my reaction to that was 'if we're all so unhappy in this boat, why are we still here?' I did actually get pretty mad and had a bit of a rant, whereupon the manager turned around and said that if I wanted to go, lots of other people would take my job - apparently there are hundreds of resumes at head office.

So yeah. If hundreds of people want my job, let them have it. I went in today and gave the boss my resignation letter - at first he tried to tell me I had to give two weeks' notice, but I had my contract there and showed him the bit where it said 'one'.  Then I offered to stay an extra week anyway if they need me to - Momo will be on holiday next week and the week after, so it'll be pretty tough for them - but he acted like a sulky kid and said 'I don't care, do what you want to do, we don't need you'.
So that destroyed my last lingering feelings of goodwill - screw them.

Whoa, that was bigger than expected. Anyway, I'm feeling pretty good about my decisions. My housemate Victoria said an awesome inspiring thing this morning about not settling for being unhappy, but I can't seem to phrase it right.

Don't worry, be happy? That wasn't it, but it's also a good piece of advice.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Things I miss...

Inspired by a post by Dani, a girl I knew a little bit in Perth, and who lives in London now. And I just realised, most of mine are very similar to hers... Only she has some lovely pictures, too.

- Sunshine. Reliable, warm, bright and glarey sunshine. I'm not really that into summer, but I miss proper sun.

- Greenery and nature in general. To be fair, these things exist in England, but I don't manage to see them as much. I guess it's because of the area I live in, and work, and not having my own transport - I feel like it's more of a mission to get places, instead of just being able to hop in a car and drive there.

Speaking of which:
- Driving. I didn't actually appreciate driving when I was doing it all the time, but it is kind of awesome to control a big powerful machine with your only feet and hands (it's probably best if your brain is involved, too). It's also awesome to do so while singing really loudly to a mix cd that your brother made you. Singing along to your iPod on a bus is just not the same.

- My family, and the animals that live with them, and the house I grew up in. I miss being around all those people who've known me forever, and who have to love me and look out for me, no matter what.

-  Friends in general, and specifically: my old band, Boys Boys Boys! We used to sing and laugh and do crazy synchronised dance moves onstage... I had such a great times with those guys, and I really miss hanging out and singing mega harmonies with them!

 I'm sure there's plenty of good stuff around, no matter where you go. But you know, no place like home.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Great day!

Actually, most of it was a bit average. I worked and it was okay, but then I got home and found a package from mum! Getting post is one of my favourite things ever!
I got a scarf that is a lovely shade of pink that I've never owned before, but I think I love it - no photo yet, sorry. And also several pairs of stockings and photos and a bookmark and lots of other cool stuff. Thank you mum!


I have somehow managed to end up with the next three days off work - exciting times! I hope to be super productive OR have a really nice relaxing time. Or both! Tomorrow I really want to go to Primark and buy a dress that my housemate Daisy owns. I saw it and loved it and it's only five pounds! Maybe I'll buy two... 
Although that means I'll have to get rid of four things - a pair of shoes counts as two things, right? I think so. 


Hey, here's another meme taken from that blog I found. I did it the other day, and saved it as a backup,  just in case I forgot to write anything. I think I'll be okay, though, so have it now!

a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image (I chose mine based on interestingness rather than relevance... So no, I don't want to be a bird when I grow up...)
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker.

The questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. What you want to be when you grow up?
9. What do you love most in life?

 And here's links to the photos and the people that made them...

1. romance in underwater, 2. Shell pick 'n' mix, lightly arranged, 3. EOSSAA 2010 Senior Girls Soccer-26, 4. The Foal and my Son - Distorted Proportions, 5. Dr Who's Tardis, 6. Insert Lime related pun below..., 7. Berlin_page_22-23_KL, 8. Welcome to the New Year!, 9. The Birds

Monday, June 7, 2010

Ticking boxes!

Goal achieving - yes! I like how that yellow border has words of encouragement in it. Awesome.

I read a thing on Lifehacker about saving money and also decluttering your house - the Two for one rule. Basically, every time you buy anything, you have to get rid of two things. I certainly have a tendency to hoard, so it would definitely help me to throw things out (or sell them) more often.
Plus, to buy a new thing, I'd have to justify it being worth two things I already own, so maybe I wouldn't buy as much crap. Yay!


A possible name I thought of for my etsy store: Knit-for-brains. I like the implied swearing.


And finally, I need this cake for my next birthday.

funny food photos - Rainbow Laser Kitty WINS

Sunday, June 6, 2010


Lots of people who come in to work, come in all the time. Do you feel like reading about them? It's long winded and wordy and maybe a little bit wanky. If that sounds problematic for you, maybe you could go here instead.

There's one lady who comes in every couple of days, she sits and stares out the window at the playground. She stares very intently, like she's waiting for someone, looking hard at people's faces. She used to buy a latte and a slice of cake, but lately she's just been coming for the sitting and staring part.

There's a man who comes in maybe once or twice a week. He has a tiny baby, and he buys a flat white. While he drinks it, he sets up a video camera and films himself and the baby, or just the baby on its own. I almost asked him today what the deal was - maybe he films it for his parents overseas, or maybe to show the baby when he grows up.
Before I got a chance to ask, I figured it out.
He arrived alone, and met up with a lady who must be the mother, who gave him the baby to hold. An older lady stayed at the other side of the cafe and looked on disapprovingly. The man took the baby, and the other ladies sat together on the opposite side of the cafe. He only gets to spend an hour or so with his child, and I guess he films it so he can watch it later and remind himself that he's not lonely.

There are lots of old ladies who come in for cups of tea on their own. I served one lady today, she seemed fine, but frail. I brought her tray over to a table by the window for her, and she commented that it was nice to watch the people outside. She drank her tea, but later seemed to be a bit agitated so I went over to see what was happening.

She seemed quite worked up, so when I asked if she was okay, she explained why. Unfortunately, she didn't make sense. She talked about taking military pension cheques to the bank, and how everything depended on what you would stand for, and how the new shape of the water bottle has been influenced by men, and how I should watch out for that, and that the other lady was definitely from east India, and did I know anything about the twenty pounds that went missing from her house?

Her eyes were so wide you could see the white all the way around, and she talked nonstop for maybe five minutes. She told me to watch out for myself, and I told her to take care, too.

They're not all depressing.
There's a couple that comes in every day or two, the man in a Joy Division shirt and the lady in a wheelchair. They eat sandwiches and read the paper and chat and drink black coffee in paper cups.

There's a schoolteacher who comes in first thing in the morning, sometimes before we open, and he always has a flat white. He seems nice enough, although he likes to generalise about who has the highest rate of what (Swedes  = alcoholism, Australians = skin cancer). I don't think he's trying to be rude, he just loves the turn of phrase.

There's an Italian man with a hat and braces who comes in with his wife and son, and sometimes more family, and they all each have a small decaf cappuccino - although last time his wife had a diet coke. It was pretty hot that day.

There's the guy who runs the computer shop in the mall - he wears cowboy boots and drinks several large cappuccinos every day. One time I counted, he had at least twelve shots of coffee over the course of the day. I wonder how he survives his days off? He always says 'buenos dias', I keep meaning to look up some Spanish so that I can reply with something funny.

I like it when people are happy about what you do for them. Maybe this isn't such a bad job after all.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Black's white today, and day's night today!

Not really, but I'm listening to Ella Fitzgerald, and it's so good I had to share... Oops, the song on now is 'Too darn hot' which would have been entirely appropriate as a post title. Oh well, too late now.

 Meme time! I appropriated this from a blog where I once found a crocheting pattern for a kitten. Also, it's probably where I first saw the term NaBloPoMo... Yay!
Without any further ado: Bullet points of randomness.

Tomorrow: I'm working from ten til three, then having the afternoon off!
Feeling: sweaty. 'Tis muggy today.
Happy because: I just ate a delicious frittata and am now watching Top Gear with Ross.
Today I: worked and worked. And was quite moody about the whole thing.
Laundry: Ross just said he'd do some tomorrow! WIN!
Something I know: Handheld fans are pretty cool. Thanks Eva!
Currently reading: Nothing! I've been doing crossword puzzles in the Evening Standard on my breaks at work, but I think I need to find something soon - suggestions?
Wanting: mo' money.
Favorite gadget: Are laptops gadgets? Am I impossibly old fashioned for even suggesting it?
Thankful that: the hard parts of today are over.
Wondering why: the guy next door plays his early 90's hits so loud! No no no no no no no no no no no no there's no limits!

Friday, June 4, 2010

Man with a plan for a van...

So we are going to move to Iceland at the end of this year. It is going to be great. Ideally, we'd also like to travel a bit before then, but can't really devote much time or money to it.

Yesterday when I came home from work, Ross said he had a neat idea for how to kill two birds with one stone (metaphorically. He doesn't have that many suggestions for how to bludgeon birds.)

Step one - buy a van. Fill it with our stuff.

Step two - drive the van to Denmark, maybe via some awesome European countries that we've never visited before.

Step three - put our van on a ferry, and take a two day cruise to Seyðisfjörður!

Step four - drive up north to where our dream home will be waiting, and fill it with all our stuff. Live happily ever after.

Good plan, hey?

So... Can anyone suggest what kind of biggish car would be a reliable one to buy secondhand for not too much money? Mercedes? Volvo? Citroen? I'm suspicious of them, because isn't that French for lemon, and isn't a lemon a crappy car?

So many question marks.

Thursday, June 3, 2010


Just read a thing about someone who hates air travel, that is enough of an inspiration for me to talk about how much I secretly enjoy it!

See, the flight from Australia to London/ Iceland/ Europe in general is a killer. I've done it many times, and although different stuff happens, it's always the same. It takes at least twenty hours, usually a stopover or two - it's an ordeal.

I kind of love it, though. It might be mostly because I've learned to associate the trip with getting to see loved ones that I haven't seen in a while - I don't mind the plane because I know all about the rewards that await me.

True, there's all the hassle of getting to the airport, organising tickets-passports-packing-presents-check-in and all of that. But seeing as how I always leave super early for everything, I usually end up at the airport hours before I actually need to be there. And I love the feeling that you get when you've done all the security checks and dumped your bags, and all that's left to do is get on the plane.

Then once you're on the plane, there's nothing that you have to do! You get to turn off your phone, get all settled in your seat, put your books* in the pocket in front of you, and just do whatever you want for the next eight to twelve hours! This is assuming that what you want to do involves sitting - watching movies and bad TV, reading, playing computer games - I am pretty big on sitting-based activities, so it's a dream come true.

(* my optimum combo is one novel, one blank book to write/draw in, and one book of puzzles. I love cryptic crosswords.)

Pretty people bring you blankets and pillows and free food and drinks (I still haven't braved AirAsia for the long haul flights - I'm not sure if the discount is worth the hassle). Sometimes you end up with a whole row to yourself and you feel like the luckiest most special princess that ever lived (I've obviously never been in business class either.) You get your food in a little box and unwrap all the bits separately - sometimes parts of it are even edible, once you're done coating them with salt!

The lady in the article talks about how she hates not being in control of the situation - I think I love that part the most. Yes, planes crash sometimes, and it's never out of the question that it could be the one that you're on. But even though I get that moment of panic when there's turbulence, I find it calming to know that I have no influence over what happens. Maybe it's because I'm such a worrier usually; it's one of those situations where I know that my worrying is completely useless, so I can switch it off.

I know there's a million bad things about flying, like motion sickness and screaming babies and airplane food and delays and accidentally booking a flight with a twelve hour overnight stopover in KL, where all the shops are closed and you spend the night sleeping in twenty minute naps on a whole range of different chairs throughout the airport.

Still, planes are pretty cool.

P.S. Not exactly plane-related, but have you seen the movie Up? I don't know if I mentioned it here, but it is amazing and awesome and everyone should watch it and cry three times like I did.
I was never that impressed by the trailers, but a friend of Ross' from work lent it to us, and now it has done the rounds of the whole house. So. Good.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Oh no!

Now I'm overthinking it all. Um... um. What have I previously written about?

Work. Yes!

I ended up working a double shift today, because assistant manager man sprained his ankle last week. Today was his first day back, and he was hobbling so pitifully that I offered to close for him. Also he's been trying to help me out with things like getting paid more, so I feel good about helping out.

I may also end up doing a double tomorrow - it's supposed to be Momo's* turn, but he tends to get a teensy bit whingey when he's tired, so I think I'd rather do the extra work instead. At least I don't have to listen to myself moan if I don't want to.

* his real name is Mohammed, but Momo is way funnier. He's a pretty funny dude.

What else? Ooh, I forgot to mention my awesome weekend!
Saturday night we went out dancing with Daisy and Victoria - it was great fun! We went to a pub in Islington that played awesome tunes, and we danced like crazy people for hours! I haven't danced like that in a long time - I have to admit that I was pretty knackered the next day. Definitely getting old.

Luckily Ross and I both had Sunday AND Monday off - yay for all the bank holidays in May! So we ate nice food and watched videos and went to the British Library to see an exhibition about maps. FUN!

And that's all.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

June resolutions!

You have no idea how long I sat here trying to figure out how to make that into one word... Reso-june-tions? June-solutions - actually I kind of like that one. Yes, I have a sickness for word-merging. Let's move on.

So anyway, I didn't have any new year's resolutions (pause of about ten minutes while I double check that I didn't post any here - whew, safe!), but I have some plans that I really want to follow through on. What better way to commit than to announce them in public? You guys can all hassle me if I cop out.

In no particular order:

1) NaBloPoMo! Okay, I stumbled across it on someone else's blog, then I looked it up partially because I was curious about whether it's a Doctor Who in-joke (although I never did find out).

Basically, you post on your blog every day for a month. It can be any month, although if you do it in November you get a chance to win awesome prizes! It seems like it might be fun, I hope it will lead to less editing and more exposition of self and interesting thoughts. Then again, it could end up being mostly stories about rude customers and weird memes.
I bet you guys can't wait to find out.

2) Getting creative with ways to save money... As you guys may or may not know, Ross and I are going to be moving to Iceland at the end of the year, and we'd like to be able to put a deposit on a house, therefore we are in mega savings mode.

    Part one: I'm going to start selling stuff on eBay. I talk about it all the time, but I really need to do it! I have quite a few neat op shop finds that I should be able to make a profit on. If it works out, maybe I'll make a habit of scouring the high street for awesome stuff and selling it on!

    Part two: I'm going to set up an online store on, and sell some exciting homemade things! I wouldn't mind some input on this one, so if anyone has any amazing ideas they'd like to share for a) what I should call my brand, and b) what kind of stuff I should make, let me know! There'll be much gratitude from me and possibly some knitted toys named after you. How could you resist?

Whoa, I felt like I had lots of stuff to resolve, but I think that's it. Make more money, and write more stuff. Maybe make money from writing stuff? That one is not yet a resolution, but a let's wait and see...


I think that's about it - except wanna look at a cute comic about a catnap?