tania: (chickens)
...so is caffeine. And chocolate. And booze. And dope. And cigars. All in all, you can have a lot of fun with the apparently restrictive statement, "Everything in moderation." It all depends on where you put the emphasis.

GOOD MORNING, WORLD! It's 5:19am and I made it through another night, though I'm tired enough that in the previous paragraph I originally wrote 'phone' instead of 'fun'. This morning after work I'm grabbing a coffee with Elizabeth (not Diz, not sleeping-with-the-ex-Elizabeth, but ANOTHER Elizabeth, this one being the awesome and lovely lady who is married to the equally awesome but not as lovely [livejournal.com profile] greg_merlo), though we have no venue so will probably wind up sitting outside the office someplace with the coffees she brings. And then afterwards I can throw projectiles at the windows to annoy... *checks roster* ...Kim and Sanae. And then I will run away giggling. Teeheehee!

I slept on the couch for my half-hour break and had one of those messed up moments where I woke up on the couch, talked with Jo... and then woke up on the couch. For real, the second time.

The hospital thing worked out okay. As is typical for my body, after the needle I received the day before at the doc's it pretty much sorted itself out, so the two-hour wait in the hospital room I endured, which was filled with workmen hammering and drilling and shouting, during which I almost irreversibly screwed up my new phone account transfer from Vodafone to Optus due to a signal drop-out at a very key moment, was fairly pointless. I was prescribed antibiotics but won't be getting those 'til I have a little money in my account. Stop wanting to hit me, Em.

I don't really 'do' serious medication, especially not antibiotics. In fact, it's conceivable I haven't had them since early childhood. I'm one of those people who resists medication where possible, perhaps to make up for all those idiots out there who forget that "Antibiotics are a SOMETIMES treat."

Aside from the antibiotics the sum total of the hospital visit was being told to "put salt water on it", which is what my dear mum prescribed for everything.

Conjunctivitis? SALT WATER. Sore throat? SALT WATER. Got a cold? SWIM IN THE OCEAN. Broken leg? HERE, HAVE SOME SALT WATER.

Okay, I lied, but only about one of the above. To return to the Sesame Street parallels (see journal entry title), "One of these things does not belong here."

Sesame Street made me paranoid about water usage at age six. It got me into trouble at school for pronouncing 'Z' the American way. It turned one of my friends polyamorous. My friends, how have Jim Henson and his band of foam-rubber reprobates irreversably scarred YOUR psyche?

Just wait 'til I write my entry about how Enid Blyton messed up my development into a functional adult. Everyone I know blames Disney, but no, it was Enid.
tania: (Cats - Sawyer: LOLZ!)
Generally all of the emails we receive follow a certain broad template: The player describes their problem. That's about as broad as it gets. Belligerence is optional.

The email I just received reads, in full, "plz send information"


Dec. 10th, 2007 11:27 pm
tania: (Blackadder - Blackadder: Scheming)
I have a player who wants to 'verificate' some things. I'm going to start collecting examples of bad grammar and hilarious spelling. It shall be my at-work hobby, along with creating a magnetic leaderboard of "funniest things ever said by players".

Kim, I decided what I want to do with my future. It's potentially lame and wanky, but I decided! (It has nothing to do with collecting words like 'verificate'.)

[EDIT] *facepalm* Lesson of the Day: In chats, do not get 'Ctrl-D' and 'Alt-D' mixed up. Hurrrrr.
tania: (Tania: Angry Boobs)
After being locked away for the entire year, the magnetic poetry has been unleashed onto the fridge once more!

Poems so far range from lovely to lecherous, with frequent outings into 'silly'. Examples:

"what what
in the butt

"I want to lick your mother's bitter honey sausage"

"He sees me
and from sweet shadows whispers

"I love it when you finger my juicy smooth smelly butt mist"

"Goddess always want a hot man"
(I think that one is about me!)

That's the result of Jess, Kim and I being unleashed (indeed, Jess and I cheerfully co-authored 'honey sausage'); I cringe to think what'll happen when Stan and Chris get involved.

If anyone really does want to buy me a Christmas present this year (keeping in mind I'm drawing everyone's presents and am thus a cheapskate - but a hardworking cheapskate!), the 'Sequel Kit' for Magnetic Poetry would go down well. Or, if you're an ass, perhaps the 'Sex Kit'. Because clearly these guys need encouragement.

[EDIT] I started to cheer up, for some reason, when I noticed a spray bottle of catnip on my desk beside two of Stan's empty beer bottles, two of Chris's burned 'Dexter' DVDs and the flyer a pair of Jehovah's Witnesses left me yesterday after I told them "Oh, sorry, I'm a Satanist... just kidding!" just so I could see their expressions rapidly change from neutral to shocked to slightly hysterical laughter.

The thought that I am in a house full of interesting people cheers me up to no end.

Then Chris, who is working on his computer downstairs, put on 'Bring It (Theme from 'Snakes on a Plane')' really loudly, so I ran downstairs and danced frantically for a while, and thoroughly alarmed my Jangles-cat. I'm going to read and unwind for a while. Life isn't so bad.

Har har har

Dec. 8th, 2007 06:09 am
tania: (Angry Beavers: Norbert)
And we are reaching the end of Friday Night Shift.

4.50am. I played with my magnetic poetry application on Facebook, with predictably Freudian results. Then I watched the sun come up, and felt at peace in that moment.

6.09am. Kim is asleep on the floor with his jacket over his head. Co-worker Andrea and I both have photos.
tania: (AAAUGH!)


This sleep-deprivation gig is kind of fun. Soon I will join the bitter, grouchy, baggy-eyed ranks of my zombie co-workers, but until then, I will enjoy the incredibly profound effect that caffeine has on my body. Mmmmm.... spinny.


Nov. 14th, 2007 10:10 pm
tania: (Cats - Sawyer: LOLZ!)
I haven't laughed this hard at a Caturday pic since the classic days of "INVISIBLE BIKE". This is just ten kinds of WRONG.

tania: (Statler & Waldorf)
I finally got to catch up with mah gorgeous [livejournal.com profile] tengukun on MSN! I showed off my kitties on webcam. (FYI, that's definitely not weird Australian slang for flashing...) :D

Last night, we ended up deciding to skip out of going to South Bank or [livejournal.com profile] ninjawookie's fireworks-watching party. Instead, I watched from the back balcony with [livejournal.com profile] inc_b, [livejournal.com profile] hammond and Hammond's boyfriend Adam ([livejournal.com profile] wickywickydj). We elected to stay home because of kangaroo steaks. I HAVE NO REGRETS.

After a while we ran up to the park at the top of our street, and from there we could see the reflections of the fireworks glittering off the huge glass skyscrapers across the river. Beautiful. The boys spent half the time complaining about the minimal amount of blue fireworks, and then when blue fireworks showed up, they complained that they weren't as bright as the others (which is probably why blue fireworks aren't used that much).

Halfway through their cynical critique, a bunch of fireworks went off at once. Hammond and Adders chorused "OoooOOOOoooo!", and Joe started sniggering. "Crazy queers."

Then a green ant hitched a lift home in my jeans cuff and bit me in my own home. I feel so violated! Lesson learned: Eat Australian wildlife, and it just might eat you back.


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