Things I've discovered today

1. This Picture (Above)
2. 3pm is a bad time to start academic work when it is due in at 10am the next day.


3. I'm a lazy, lazy wicked person.


4. It's difficult addressing some crimbo cards (to not have this problem don't send any) I.e your lecturer: First name only? "from" or "Love" or "best wishes". Its a mess. I hate crimbo.


5. It's pointless doing your hair when the weather is like this. I've ended up with a thatch instead of hair. It's like trying to brush a crash helmet or, to be seasonal, a crimbo tree.


6. It's pointless putting on make up on days like this. I look like an oil painting which has run. And not in a sexy pop art type way. More in a washed out hooker type way.


7. I really shouldn't be typing "things i've discovered" lists when my essay still isn't finished and its 8pm.


8. shit happens.


9. I'm unlikely to get higher than a desmond for my honours.This is all my own fault.

2 posts in one week!

To begin, a joke:
Batman runs up to this guy and hits him with a vase shouting "t'pau!"
The guy says "don't you mean "kerpow?"
Batman says "no, I've china in my hand"
With thanks to the guy who writes in to the metro with jokes.

I've had a restorative coffee about an hour ago so I'm feeling chipper. And blogtastic...
My Christmas shopping is almost finished. By which I mean I've panic purchased in Boots the chemist and wrapped it up in my usual chewed up fashion. (Christmas was never neat). I hope my uncle likes the tights I've got him. They're ladder resistant.

THis weekend my mum is doing her room up so her freind is coming over to help and bringing his dog. I'm really excited. I love dogs. Especially this dog. It's a black and white collie and she's mental. AND she'll be in my house. Anyone who knows me should know of my mum's adversion to anything which might moult or dander inside the house. Hence I have snails. The dog gets an exemption though. It'll be great. *Next stop the pet shop for dog chew type treaty things*
Hmmm, what else has been happening?
I've been dropping lots of yule gift hints. I'm hoping for the post secret book, I love the site but hate that they disappear after a week. No other hinting been going on. I'm not that fussed over presents at christmas. Christmas pisses me off a bit. All these mentals on Tv and radio christmas is a christian celebration. No, its a pagan festival you stole. Like easter and halloween and all saints day and the majority of the individual saints days.
Bloody christians. (Hate mail can be left in the comments)
More on the pagan origins of Crimbo

Well I'm done.
Remember and turn the lights off before you go.
Beca

neon tetras riverdance?

I've been told to start blogging again by Bulbboy so here's a post.
I met bulboy in his place of work and he said he liked my writing, which was odd. Not as odd as the nudie piccie of bulb boy on his blog, but still odd. *I see you zooming off to look*
Not that theres anything wrong with bulb boy nude, It's just that I've also seen Bulb boy's brother naked and there should only be one person per family that you see naked.

I have been away from blogger for a while as it's my honours year and I have difficulty remembering where I live, let alone think up something interesting to say to all you gorgeous people.
Life goes well with me. I am on an official drive to try to stop being a gloomy bumcheek so much. I'm the person you avoid in the corridor at work/college/school. The one you ask how they are and (horror!) they actually tell you- usually preceeded by a big *SIGH* .
Gloomy bumcheek indeed.

My little yellow snail is either a) Ill or b) In the huff and as I haven't said anything particularly offensive I'm assuming he's ill. In the case of ill snails you pretty much sit and see if they die. Happy energy this direction please!

I'm off to do work and will my snail to live.
Be the Awen.
Beca

afternoon delights

Today I was invited for lunch with some people I know and their friends. What I didn't realise was that everyone would be bringing children of a Wide assortment of ages. Jeepers.
I try not to be tetchy about these things- it's someone elses choice to have kids etc etc.
But for me it really ends up like the smoking debate, I don't mind if you want to smoke just a)don't expect me to pay for it in any way and b)Don't waft your smoke near me.
Had I wanted to be irritated by kids I'd have actually lunched IN the wacky warehouse, chips balanced in the helter skelter.
I don't know how people cope. I can only assume you actually go insane during delivery or something. Constant screaming, crying moasning and shitting. I went a little mental myself.
As one small thing ran past brandishing a knife his mother looked at me and laughed, in the way dog owners laugh when their dog sniffs your dog's bum or something.
The hilarity.
I also found I have nothing to say to some people. Like, at all.
I find myself in an odd state in life. I'm 25, a studen,t and I've never actually had a longterm job. Or Kids. Nor do I holiday in Florida. Or Buy new cars. So I had nothing to talk to these people about. Theres a gulf. They don't care about biodiversity and I don't care that young billy said the funniest thing
Blah. roll on uni

Hello Scotland!

Back again. To ramble.
Whats been going on? I hear you mumble before realising you clicked the wrong link and ended up here.
Well.
I have a week before I go back to uni for the all important Honours year. I'm kinda looking forward to it but I'm a bit wibbly at the realisation of how much work there'll be. I'd really like a good mark. And not to have a mental breakdown. High expectations indeed.

I let colin and graham go in the garden. Graham and colin being the two garden snails I took in for a while, Colin was a tiny baby and Graham had been chucked about and had some shell damage.
I reasoned that they'd be happier free and with a risk of being eaten than completely safe but stuck in a box. They were all healthy and fed up on calcium so they have a good chance of making it over the winter.

The boss snail in the picture is Igby. Now a giant.
I'm planning a whole host of jolly japes with him, any suggestions can be emailed to me. For a small fee I'll let him slurp across the object of your hatred's tea spoons, plates or toothbrush then I'll email them the pictures of him mid shlomp after they've used the offending article. Ask me for a quote.

On unrelated matters: Happy belated birthday to Stuart's lovely lady.
Alright to everyone else and Russ- fix my link on yer page. I'm not sproutappreciation.com.

You scored as Paganism. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion. Paganism 88% Islam 75% agnosticism 71% Satanism 63% Buddhism 54% Hinduism 50% atheism 38% Judaism 33% Christianity 21% Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com

Wow

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. Cultural Creative 69% Materialist 69% Postmodernist 63% Existentialist 56% Idealist 50% Modernist 25% Romanticist 25% Fundamentalist 13% What is Your World View? created with QuizFarm.com

Bizarre. It's spot on. I mean seriously spot on. I'm actually in shock at how bang on it is. Who writes these things???
Cheers Russ

sad...

Hey peeps.
yesterday I found out about steve Irwin dying.
I actually suprised myself by really feeling a mixture of shock and genuine sadness.
I thought he was invincible.
I thought back and realised how long I've been watching the guy. I remember watching the first tv show he ever did on uk tv, about deadly snakes. Then crocodile hunter the film and I'm a secret crocodile hunter diaries watcher too, tuning in most weekends.
Amazing
He was A rabid environmentalist and general ace type star.
I've been sitting realising that if I could, for a day, live with the amount of enthusiasm that he had during his entire life, I'd be happy bunny.
What an incredible legacy.

The sexy new arrival: Dylan

why yes! I have had a stroke....

Dentist today.
i seem to have some freakish bloodvessels going on in my mouth because the numb gum stuff made my tongue faint but still leave me with sensation in my gums *oyah!*
A double dose of the stuff left me very much feeling like I had a large wad of uncooked meat in my mouth and unable to talk.
Well, actually, I could talk I just chose not to as I sounded like I had a stroke. I was also managing a big lisp that made me sound like I had radio interference in my mouth.
Someone asked me for the time. I couldn't believe it. No one ever asks me for the time. Ever.
It couldn't have been a normal time either could it? Nope One o'clock would have been fine but no. It was twenty to two. If anyone remembers the Roy Hattersley puppet from spitting Image then I was very close to that.
Poor boy was drenched. I lisped "slorry" and he looked all sympathetic and said "its ok you can't help it"
Meaning I actually looked as big a spastic as I felt.

New Arrivals!

My Iredalei have turned up in the post yay!
For the uninitiated Iredalei are a type of land snail. They don't lay eggs which means it can live with igby without 'any of that nonsense' as my aunt would say.
As a bonus it's yellow. The whole snail is yellow. Gorgeous.
Pics coming soon

jeez

So I'm house sitting today. It's become a bit of a habit these days. Random people throw house keys at me shouting "benidorm... fortnight... gerbil...mortice lock!" before they waft off and I can nibble their biccies, use their broadband and watch their cable tv. It's a hard life.
I really have to be careful on my internet forays though, I realise the internet seems to have some magic memory that can magic up sites that I've visited. Its distressing. Especially as all of the house owners have kids and I tend to look at NSFPWH (not suitable for people with humanity)
However, I have discovered that the people I'm house sitting for are not so careful.
Clicking in the box on google conjured up, basically, every single female actress you can think of with "naked" or "nude" suffixed or prefixed to their name. Oh and "courtney cox nip slip"
yes.
Indeed.
Makes my "M&M's up anus" search look positively tame.

Oi! nibblet!

First I'd like to thank whoever it was who not once but twice tried to get into my blogger account, did you not realise that when you request the password it emails ME?? twat.

So I'm house sitting for the week and trying not to worry. (Those are two separate things)

The house sitting is nice, especially since they have a trampoline in the garden and I can leap about on it. Lovely Jubbly. Not so much jumping about today though, as the sun could bake you to the pavement so I'm hiding indoors.
I hate summer.

The trying not to worry part is because I seem to have nothing to worry about. And that worries me because I worry about not having something to worry, because I must have missed something, so rare is it for me to have nothing to worry about. So I'm trying to relax a bit and enjoy my break. And not worry. Which is hard.
On a plus note the house I'm staying at has cable so I'm "most haunted" every night at midnight. Except last night which was like most haunted-athon night and I had 2 and a half hours of the ranting mental nonsense.
I really don't think anything beats Yvette Fielding shitting her pants in the dark.
"Did you hear that creak?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
hahahahaa
Run Fielding Run.
*snigger*

alright?

Hey troops.
Its me. Excuse me, I mean its me- BSc.
Indeedy, I have passed the degree with Distinction. Thats not just my opinion btw, it's what it said on the letter I recieved from the uni. I'm a chuffed bunny. Yay for me *waves little flag*

I've seemed to have gone into a little hibernation so I apologise for the silence.
I have, however, been taking pictures a lot over the last couple of day's and popping them on my flickr account, I'm kinda chuffed with some of them. I usually hate my pictures but I've been trying to crop them properly and making an effort. A few people have been looking at them so I've got a tiny bit of encouragement that no-one has said " what crap pics!". They've not actually said anything at all but I'm taking the silence positively.
If you want a look- clicky.

I'm HOW old??

Jeez thats old.
Time loadsa things here
Thanks to Bulb boy for this one.

news and Chat

I have time to chat just now.... FOR I HAVE HANDED IN ALL MY DEGREE WORK.
All in. Barring shit results and natural disasters I will be a BSc.
I thought I'd be happy but dammit, I just want to cry and curl up into a ball. I hope a feeling of joy will arrive soon. This has taken long enough and I'll be damned if I'm gonna feel miserable.

So... Chat.
My very favorite TV programme is back on, the untempered JOY that is the Beechgrove Garden is now gracing our screens again. The very staple of scottish gardening has been on for 20 years and I've watched it all. Seriously. Ask my mum.
Alan Titchmarsh and Monty Don- pee off! Beechgrove kicks ass. A programme which shows us what we can really plant up here is just ace. Monty Don and his tender perennials. Ptcha! wouldn't last the night up here mate. What you want is something HARDY, like heather(who, incidentally, does the weather).
This week they are trialing 'lady cucumbers' which sounds to me like something lesbians would subscribe to. If you are in the BBC scotland area I urge you to watch.
I think this may be the year i will visit the field of dreams, Aberdeen here I come!

The weather just now is glorious. The past couple of nights the sunset has been like the golden angelic choir have been doing a dress rehearsal outside my window but I couldn't look, for I was typing. But now I shall go and frolic and possibly Gambol if my knee holds up.

What a nice day.

Good evening sports fans!

I have replaced the blessed soon to be sainted Ipod with a Sony walkman.
20G of purple delight. Isn't it lovely?
I'm quite chuffed but pretty damn annoyed at Apple's attitude toward the battery issue- pretty much "ha ha ha we have your money" sums it up.
Boycott ipod thats all I can say.

Slipped away after a brief illness.

I am in mourning.
It happened so quickly I almost can't believe it.
Here and then gone.
A simple slip is all it took for my ipod to die.
His corpse is in my bag as I type. Poor ipod. You didn't deserve this.
I thought I could change the battery myself and I killed you.
Service to be held thursday at 1. No flowers please.

This ain't Musak.

As you know, I don't move without my headphones in. It's the only thing I do regularly is listen to music. I have a new dealer. A new way of pumping my veins with the lucious stuff.
So-If you like a bit of music, new stuff and something new I wholeheartedly recommend
The Tartan Podcast
No need for itunes or owt. Just clicky play and you can listen.
You might find something you like.
I found The Calamateurs. And they fucking rock.
I'm also on Myspace. Shut it. I go for the music.

skeleton bob cometh!

So the badger snuffled outta his sett and managed to get my skeleton Bob prize through to me.
And Lo! it is magnificent. I thought I looked quite special in my hat but to have it confirmed by Skeleton Bob is an honour indeed. Much framing of pics shall ensue. Though I didn't like the way special was in these little ' things: 'special', suggesting I have a bus come to get me for the day centre...
But the fun didn't stop there...oh no.
I got an envelope. AND Cat hair AND some dead Ficus leaves AND a book which had been scribbled in. AND i didn't win the euromillions. But the thought was there.
The cat hair triggered my hayfever a couple of weeks early but a runny nose couldn't stop me enjoying my prize..no no
One swift phone call to the badger confirmed that those indecipherable squiggles are in fact authors signatures-Jeez peeps, they're pretty bad. I'm gonna scan in the signature page and kudos to anyone who can get some of those names nailed. Thank custard for word processing thats all I'll say.
I gotta prize!! I gotta prize!!
Thanks Uncle Stuart!
Oh and wanking featuring in the first PAGE of the book? Classy.

Something I saw on google.

If someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Interesting theory, especially as I would love to have a sheep.
Hmmmm.
Discuss

Can I have stripes?

Lifesaving penguin Jumpers

The future?

Writer mag
Originally uploaded by Sprout appreciation.

Oh, this peppers my asparagus. I love the internet.

Clicky to make it bigger, save it- pass around, whatever.

49%

Thats what I got for an essay retuned to me today.
Which begs the question- "is that the best you can do?"
and if not, what happened?
With nothing else BUT Uni to do 49% is a fucking atrocious mark. Especially for 3rd year. I'm supposed to have a degree in 3 weeks. And that kind of a mark is coming back to me.
Which begs the question- "Is it time to accept that, although you'd love to be, you aren't, any kind of environmental manager?"
Is it time to cut my losses and run. Put it down to experiance and have the guts to say " I'm just not good enough"
The bitterest part of today has been that, in true cliche fashion, I've just let myself down- Where do you run to when it's your own self who's looking at you with poorly disguised disgust?

So where to now? I'm finding it harder and harder to pick myself up off the floor these days. And I'm so close to this degree, this thing that I've been aiming for , for so long, I don't want to fuck up, but I have no past acheivements to look back on. This would be it. My big acheivement in life, and so many people supporting me. And I'm going to let them all down.

Dangerous Dave

Dave's hutch
Originally uploaded by Sprout appreciation.

Just for Russ: heres your fav bunny enjoying some grass.
I've popped a few more up on Flickr.

Not ONE?

There's something distressing about not getting any comments when You've posted something on the blog. Very distressing indeed.
Almost as distressing as realising that I can't for the life of me spell 'definitely'. I always get in there with the 'e' in the wrong place. That bloody 'e' I hate it. I can't even think of a word like 'definitely'.
'almost positive' perhaps? Nope, it's not happening.

Now if I could just breathe through my nose....

Welcome to my world of the Spring Cold. It hid itself as hayfever but proved unresponsive to antihistimines. Fear not! it was beaten down by St Lemsip of the blessed lemon.
But it has not left. It is merely hiding and making me bogey lots and make "snooork" noises though my nostrils and wake up feeling like a big hairy wallaby has kipped in my mouth.
GO AWAY COLD!

no!!! really?

You make my chain mail rust

I wandered over to Russ' blog for a bit of a looksie at what he's been up to. Not much apart from a bit of misdirection on his part. I did, however, find out that Mark Billingham someone russ rattles on about a fair amount was in the fanastic "Maid Marion and her merry men"- A much beloved show of me as a yoof. That changes everything. What a show. God lurv it. Sorry Mr Billingham, I've not read any of your books yet but I did fancy you when I was 14. It was the mud and the gormless expression.

Now THATS fancy!

I got posh pants. Nice posh pants with little ribbony bits in acute girly bow at the front. I zipped my trousers up, With the girly ribbony bits ON THE OUTSIDE of the zip. I wonder why I'm getting horrified/admiring looks. Look down. I appear to have dreadlocked pubes.
I rock.

hey ho!

Hey gang-a-lang
how goes it.
I hope Jen doesn't mind me using the picture i stole off of her website.
I say stole. I Borrowed it. I'll give it back. Honest.
I love this picture though. Its like "rarrrrr!"
hehehe

spring has sprung

Solstice Greetings!
Happy solstice peeps!
It is in fact the start of spring. We just need to get someone from the met office to tell nature and we'll be all set. hooray for spring- everyone rush outside and look for a daffodil! Quick!

Badger badger here comes the Badger

I've been informed by Russel that he's managed to negotiate the perilous and winding road back from Bristol, along with my Skeleton Bob prize from Stuart. I wonder if he's managed to drink himself into ill health as good as he managed in Chicago? That was pretty sick. I hope he recovers soon (and gets my stuff posted off!)

Care in the community
My mate Bob has just moved into a new house in Perth. Hope its a smooth move Bob!
Bob is another one in a long line of my successful mates who put me to shame. (He's the lawyer btw) I hope to go up and visit soon and hang a curtain at his front door and examine his tea making facilities.

sorry to all!

Skeleton Bob

Having just re-read that last post I realised I sounded particularly pathetic and petulant and, since I'm alliterating so much, Pants. I apologise. I was trying to be cool and I made a crap post.
I'm excited about getting my skeleton Bob picture through from the great Mcbeard in the sky. I don't usually win anything so my joy is doubled. Yay!

Impending Destruction

One guy out my class, hereby known as fannybaws, has gotten himself an interview for a planning job with the council (Names withheld to protect the mental). Good for him you might be thinking but frankly if he gets this job it's going to be one of those unnatural paradigm thingies and mankind's programming will be erased. He's such a Poop. I can't take much more.

Success and lack of it

I've recently noticed an awful lot of folks who I knew from school* and they are doing TREMENDOUSLY well. I react with a mixture of hostilitly and bitterness, mainly from a selfish angle. I don't grudge them success but what the hell's wrong with me?? I wish I had some drive to do something-ANYTHING! But I don't. Another stick to beat myself with.

* This is one of them's site. Its a music thing which was her idea and now her company.

Joy Joy

Well, I won The McBeardie's competition.
I am going to be the proud owner of an ORIGINAL Skeleton Bob.
At this point I'd like to thank the photographer, the shop from which the Clincher of a bowler hat came from and of course my fans, who support me all the way.
Yesterday was shaping out to be a fucking doozy of a day. A really pisser. But then quickly ended on a shiny point with Badger boy phoning to tell me of my win.
I'm pleased because I can look more fucking stupid than anyone else. Yay For Me

I thought I'd chuck this up...

It's been so long since I embarrassed Russ.
Enjoy!

bye bye

Russ, sorry. I removed you as a team member for sprout appreciation.
Things haven't been going well between us and you never talk here anymore, I feel like I'm alone. And now I've found out. You've been seeing another blog *sniff* (I promised myself I wouldn't cry) I hope your happy with that slut of a blog you've taken up with.
I've left your stuff online. I suggest you come get it before my snail eats it.

A Nasty case of BPE

Yesterday I woke up with an eyeball that resembled a big pink blancmange. (I seriously hope thats the correct spelling. Never have I encountered a word like it)
So I went in to the optician fearing eye loss AT THE VERY LEAST. A gaping maw etc.
She diagnosed, however, bacterial Conjunctivitis. Or BPE*
So, I'm not allowed to wear my contact lenses until saturday. Disaster.
I've not worn glasses for 6 years now. I'm stumbling like a fool and falling down stairs**. Worst of all people are looking sidelong at me as I peer at them like Aunty Jan at christmas asking why you STILL don't have a girlfriend (are you one if them? Elsie at the club's son is and he wears pink shirts!)
I feel like a twock***
I miss my contact lenses.

*Big Pink Eye
** and over things, small children and pets
*** Look footnotes!

Get OFF THE PAVEMENT

Rant alert!
When are cyclists going to realise that the pavement is not where you belong??
(Except if you have stabilisers and some cartoon character on both your bike, helmet and masses of padding and no cognitive action)(Russel the exception)
Now, I've just got mildly annoyed up till now and made do with shouting at their rapidly retreating backsides. But today the ultimate insult. i heard the "ahem" of an embarrassed cyclist behind me. They're usually unwilling to make eye contact BECAUSE THEY KNOW THEY'RE WRONG but today I turned round to do my "see the little green path at the side of the road? thats a cycle lane. See that thing between your legs? Not that, yep, that. ITS A BICYCLE.
It was a bloodly mountain bike police man. Biker police uniform, helmet and black bike with police written on it. And he was wobbling like a toddler. I couldn't believe it. He had the decency to look apologetic at least. But what an example.

Ok tell me why I'm wrong...

(But only on this- not generally, right Russel?)
Ok, I hoved on over to Ian Rankin's website
Now, I'm not the best at written english but I always thought if a name or something ended in 's' then you didn't need to add another one when it's an ownership thing.
On Rankin's website it says Rebus's Scotland. I thought it should be Rebus' Scotland.
I'm not picking holes- just trying to keep myself right. Please leap in and tell me why I'm wrong.

Valentines

Well the day is over, did you all have fun?
I got a bear. Just a toy one not a grizzly but it did manage to fufil an ambition for me. Bear Factory, where it came from were supplying free Underwear with your bear and mine came with two attractive pairs of pants. One pair for the bear and one pair *claps excitedly* FOR THE SHEEP.
Yep I have a small toy sheep in white pants.
That made valentines for me.
Oh and someone bought me the bear, I wasn't just trying to buy a friend.
Right?

everyone else has one!

Here's my word cloud. Brilliantly there are a couple of swear words AND (and this is the best and!) two manic laughter bits. TWO!!
fantastic.

Valentines day Approacheth!

So I thought I would post a few Ideas for a green valentines day.
Every year over 100 million crappy cards go into our waste dumps, not being recycled or unable to be recycled because they are laminated or some such nonsense.
When did we start saying "I love you" with expensive, mass produced cards that, lets face it, suck anyway??? Is this kind crap going to get us Laid? NO!
Consider:
"Here darling, I chose a shit card with false sentiment because, lets face it, I don't have the britches to sort out something original"
I can almost hear the pants hitting the floor.
Roses (the flowers), are out too, sorry; They are mass produced overseas with gallons of pesticides and use what amounts to slave labour.They are then flown across the globe adding to the Co2 problems. (And speaking as a girl, are as banal as they come)
So lets try to be a little more original on the day.
However, I realise most folk are unsure about straying from the beaten path,
So for the unoriginal and uninspired amoungst us (me included) I have provided some links:
Ideas for cards and what to do with them after the day.
Craftser: I quote from the site "If you've been known to run with scissors, cavort with your fellow rebel DIY'ers here" excellent site.
I'll add more as I find them.
Enjoy!

thats just not cricket

I woke up yesterday morning with a spot on my nose. A huge spot. Etna-esque.
I have several issues with this spot:
I'm 25. My days of teenage plooks are finished. It's one of those spots. The juicy painful kind. Has no-one informed my skin that I'm no longer at school?
It's been ages since I had the urge to wear my fringe over one side of my face to hide a beezer of a spot.
bloody spots.

I'm not a hippy.

I've been gone a long time. I can only apologise. Profusely.
So I thought I would write occasionally about things that concern me. And ultimately you too, as I'm not just gonna write about how I have to shave my belly button or how I got curry paste on the kitchen surfaces and they won't scrub clean.
Nope- I'm gonna go slightly political on you all.
Now, I can hear footsteps running for the door so just wait right there. You came here and you can just wait.
Now: Some background. I'm a student (If you're gonna throw stuff, throw food) and I study aspects of environmental things. Planning law, sustainable development and the like. I also have some opinions on things too. Though you would think looking at me I would have difficulties getting both feet in separate pant legs in the morning. (pants as in knickers btw. Not trousers. Trousers are trousers. Pants are silly)
So I get angry about some stuff and I leave it off the blog. But I've changed my mind.
This morning I listened to a debate on radio scotland about sustainable energy.
I have to say, a lot of milk sloshed out of my fruit n fibre in fury so you can guess that I wasn't too impressed. I don't think enough people are taking this seriously. We are headed for a major, major fuck up. NIMBY's (Not In My Back Yard's) are having a very detrimental effect on our future ability to live.
"Build wind farms" is one proposal. Just not there. Or there. Or here. Or over there say the NIMBY's. and the RSBP reckon that windfarms are gonna nicely chop passing rare species. Plus wind power isn't reliable.
Any other options?
Nuclear power.(Just to be clear here I'm highlighting sustainable power sources- not coal, oil or the other fossil fuels. They've had their day)
So then Friends of the Earth (I'm obviously just an aquaintance of the earth)say "No more Nuclear stations" and they highlight nuclear waste and all the associated fears that go with nuclear power.
All have their detractors. All have supporters. But I think we need to all do some reading and learning because we HAVE to come up with some form of solution. So go do some learning, find out. Because I promise you: this is an issue you will have to come to terms with. All of us. Regardless of where you live.We all have a responsibility to this planet.

I thought I'd also include some fun links for little environmental things to do too. I might do them first and let you know how I got on. How does that sound?

Ahah ahahah hahahahahah hahahahahahaha`

snigger chortle thrice snigger.
Much rummaging for compost and pots

Ebay we love you

gosh what a shiny year-is it new?

Hello Happy bloggers!
Well, how's the new year going? Mine started slow but is getting going now.
I went for a run today as part of my " I can't bare to look at myself like this" fitness drive. So running it was, with assorted pockets of me making a noise like "hnuck hnuck" as I tried to drag air in to my collapsing lungs. Great! Except for the little dog I nearly thumped. It was so low down and I am so high. Happily it got out my way with only minor rib trauma (to the dog)

Last night I was particularly happy because I came up with an Idea for a crime type story which I was so happy with that I got up from my bed (not usual for me) and made notes- detailed notes, which I think I'll make into the short story later. This was unusual for me as I never have ideas and NEVER make notes. So we'll see how that goes. Strangely I'm quite excited and curious about how it'll turn out.

Several people seem to be doing a "best of" posting but I'm thinking about it.

Stuart McBride has a fairly comprehensive "last year" list, I recommend the bloody eyelid post. Ace! (I've offered to be a groupie for the great bearded one, I even have a badge with "stalker" on it- surely a qualification!)
Badgerman has a very sweary review of last year, but being the media whore that he is its mainly films and books, nothing personal on it. (I'm already a groupie for Russ, I think even before he had a book written, maybe he could write me a reference)

I have a plan. I may do a 2006 wish list. Haha! take that!