My life feels all disorganised and argh. This is, I suspect, in large part because my flat is an unholy mess. I’ve been meaning to clean this weekend, but when I switched on the boiler yesterday, it quickly became apparent that there was something wrong. Normally, even in the coldest dead of winter, it takes an hour, max, to heat the water up to near-boiling. This time? Not so much. Three hours later, it was still tepid at best — warm enough that I can tell it’s doing something, too cold to take a shower with or do the dishes. And so i should call my landlady, except I need to clean first, before she comes out, because I can’t let her see the flat like this. O HELLO CATCH-22! *headdesk*

(Okay, I’ve been clearing up at least, and dusting and stuff, and will do the dishes by boiling water in the kettle, but it’s gonna take a while, and I’ve not been able to take a shower in two days now. I normally shower twice a day, so now I feel icky like whoa.)

In happier news, Gerard Way needs to be my secret gay boyfriend. (Starting at the 0:57 mark.) No, seriously. (Around the 1:50 mark especially.)

Crossposted from Sleepless in Scotland. Comment here or there.

bubosquared: (to the timbertrickmobile!)
( Oct. 29th, 2007 04:58 pm)

So tired. Must not give in. Sleep is the mind-killer. I don't care if I'm still fuzzy and meh and airheadedly doped up on medication, NaNo is starting on thursday and I will have a clean flat for the bieginning of it, if not the end.

... *flops*

This would work better if the internet would provide me Robin Hood pr0n with which to bribe myself. (Hint, hint. :p)

bubosquared: (que?)
( Oct. 15th, 2007 09:46 am)

Okay. So. I realise that I'm likely to be a bit paranoid over the next few days at least, whenever I find things missing. Case in point: on saturday, for a brief moment, I couldn't find my Tevas. I was all ready to start wishing bodily harm on the burglars, which I hadn't done before even over the underwear thing, because dammit, who'd steal a pair of sandals that've seen the better part of a decade, and these things have actual emotional value, you bastards. Then i found them under my desk. Thank fuck.


I can't find my running/sport shoes. It's possible they're wedged under the bed, but I'm fairly sure they're not --I don't wear them often enough for them to not be in my shoebox where they belong. I rather hope they're just hiding somewhere, though, because I can deal with theft and i can deal with people going through my knickers, ultimately, but when they start confusing me, I'll just keep dwelling on this and wondering why, for the love of little green apples, why?

And then it'll take that much longer for me to get over this. Argh!

bubosquared: (handbasket)
( Jun. 28th, 2007 03:05 pm)

Food post. Mmm, strawberries ...

Spoke to soon about that second week of vacation -- looks like the client are coming over that week to train us. This is the second time they've done this to me, DAMMIT! :( Then again, worst comes to worst I'll just have training in the mornings and take the afternoons off, so it's not too bad. BUT STILL!


bubosquared: (too damn early)
( Jun. 4th, 2007 10:17 am)


Great Spring Cleaning Offensive of '07 update: Mission Accomplished. Took me until 2 AM last night, because I'd slacked off on Saturday -- although to be fair, by the time I'd managed to get all my Boxes o' Crap back up on the shelf where they belong, I'd pretty much depleted my energy levels, because holy shit. Also, note to self: Your big blue suitcase contains a bunch of things you're holding onto for Anna and Don. Remember this for next time, so you don't expect it to be empty and nearly kill yourself dead because you're not expectiong the weight. *facepalm*

Handwarmers update: still MIA; missing, presumed dead. :( And trust me, I looked everywhere in the flat, up to and including behind/under the fridge. there was ... an impressive amount of gunk there, but no handwarmers. I'm at a loss of WTF happened to them, though. unless I left them at my mum's, but I'd think she'd have come across them by now, then. Bleh.

My slacking off on Saturday did lead to one productive thing though, as I stumbled across some tutorials about how to "ink" in PhotoShop using the pen tool. I've experimented a bit, and I think this will be incredibly helpful -- I can draw ... minimally, but it's still better than my inking skills, which are nonexistant, what with the lack of steady hands and stuff. So, experimental doodling time!

Well, after I do these two hours of training, anyway. By which I mean, of course, "After I stretch out less than an hour of material over two hours somehow." Powers of bullshitting, activate!

bubosquared: (domesticity)
( May. 30th, 2007 12:35 am)

*dies vaguely* Owie. Walking across the room again and again, carrying armloads of books, makes for hurty feet. :( But! Phase III (Operation: Hey, Where'd All These Books Come From?) is a rousing success! And yeah, like the link says, that's not including the probably almost one more full shelf of books that're hiding in my bedroom somewhere. Which I should be finding later on this week, after I tackle Phase IV (Operation: Sort Out Bedroom Closet Before A Falling Box Crushes Mr Tumnus), which I hope and pray I'll be able to finish in two evenings.

bubosquared: (glorious leader melle)
( Mar. 15th, 2007 11:29 am)

Ha! Not even nine yet, and I've been quite productive. :D Paid all the bills that needed paying, which means I'll be back online tonight and femgeeks should be back up some time today as well, so yaye for that!

On the boo side, I went to get cigarette tubes this morning and found my local newsagent burnt out. Now I'm worried about the owner, who's always been very nice to me and reguler scolds me for smoking too much. :(

Also: Best. Knitting project. EVAH!

bubosquared: (Default)
( Jan. 31st, 2007 01:52 pm)

So when i went to change the lightbulb in the lamp that was hit by the leak in September, I found out that there was actually water in the lightbulb. o_O

Some random photos of my hair, snowy mountains, and magnetic prose. )

bubosquared: (wannabe-domme)
( Jan. 31st, 2007 02:55 am)

Ha! It's ass o' clock at night, but at least now my hovel flat is once again suitable for human occupancy visitors. \o/

Also, in yet another Experiment In hair Dyeing, I tried the packet of henna [ profile] troubleinchina and [ profile] padredon gave me, which apparently on bleached hair turns out rust-coloured. I kinda like it, but I'll have to see it in daylight (and dry, and actually up) before I decide if it's worth the stench of the henna. Pictures to come tomorrow, obviously. :D

bubosquared: (domesticity)
( Dec. 15th, 2006 07:06 pm)

Slight change of plans: local people will get their presents later, because I just got back from getting party supplies and if I have it my way, I am not venturing outside again until Monday for love or money. *sits*

bubosquared: (larp)
( Dec. 14th, 2006 01:40 pm)

And then I lost my electricity card. *facepalm* Thankfully, the nice lady at Powergen sent me out a new one and gave me a number I can give the shop to use instead of the card, so I can actually buy electricity vouchers and not be in the freakin' dark and shit.

Revised To Do List )

Also, from [ profile] dantesvendetta:

Batman is blatantly in league with the Russians: .Scroll down and look at the logo on the floor of the new intelligence building. Which may explain how they killed off that spy dude.

(Also via Mags: WANTS IT PRECIOUS!)

bubosquared: (Default)
( Nov. 15th, 2006 12:22 am)

Thanks to the wonderful [ profile] elance, my flat is clean, I'm no longer stressing about my landlady bringing the gas safety people in tomorrow/Thursday, and I'll be properly rested and able to deal with the banmk situation tomorrow, and be able to write a bit.

Crossposted from Sleepless in Scotland. Comment here or there.

bubosquared: (badfic)
( Oct. 14th, 2006 05:12 pm)

Went corset-shopping with Anna and Sarah today. No corsets were actually purchased, as the only one I really liked that was in my size and fit properly had boning issues (... ehehehehe "boning" eheheh), but they'll call me when they get more in.

Then Sarah had to flee, so Anna, Don and I sat around for a bit in the Elephant House, and then I went non-yarn shoppping. Bought some bobbins, pom pom makers, and, um, a ball of Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk DK, which I was allowed because I need a second ball to be able to use up the first ball I have! *eyedart* This is not a rationalisation!

And then I bought World of Warcraft. Yes, "two weeks before NaNo". Yes, I'm insane. Yes, this is all your fault!

bubosquared: (all-knowing oracle)
( Sep. 29th, 2006 12:45 pm)

E-mail from a co-worker:

Have got Mr. [X] on the phone and he was just saying how groovy and generally funked up the support you gave him yesterday was :-) A very happy chappie! Was case number [Y] He says you were very helpful indeed. Just though you would like to know ;-)

*BEAM* Am queen of everything! :D This definitely makes up for stupidly forgetting the copies of my jacket pattern with my notes on them at Anna's yesterday. Thank god I have the original and remembered the important bits, gah.

bubosquared: (coffee)
( Sep. 25th, 2006 03:44 pm)

Monday morning (ed. note: when I started writing this) and my brain is trying to convince me that FO:pattern::fanfic:canon. I need coffee. Or possibly enough alcohol to kill off whichever braincell is responsible for this, grar.

Today's User Friendly resonates with me on a very basic level. I may have to print this out to hang up in my pseudocubicle.

I hate it when nice customers have legitimate problems that take ages to fix. Because then I spent an hour on the phone with them and it's still not fixed, and ajklsdlaksjdlkjdqmwn poodoo.

Again with the leaking! Less this time, but still. Is this a tradition now? Gah!

bubosquared: (rpg)
( Sep. 21st, 2006 01:22 am)

Started a new game tonight, in which I play Boudica, a shit-hot pilot who is so going to get herself killed before she turns thirty, sigh. I was apparently witty on several occasions, and got quoted (whee?), and got a fair bit of knitting* in, too. Good night, but now I need to go to bed.

* Also contains a Jayne Hat, yaye!

bubosquared: (coffee)
( Sep. 18th, 2006 03:13 pm)

*flops* It's taken me an hour and a half, but the lounge is clean and dry again, and mostly rearranged so that as much as possible is out of harm's way in case the ceiling decides to belatedly come down. The kitchen's still a bit of a mess, but that's mostly nothing to do with the leak, and I have at least one load of laundry to do, but that'll wait until after [ profile] dantesvendetta's visit. Overall, not bad, though not exactly how I'd prefer to spend a sick day. :/

In terms of permanent damage, I came off lucky, it seems. Some of my books got splashed when the "bubble" burst, and my desk is looking somewhat worse for wear, but thanks to whatever deity looks after insomniacs, I woke up just as it was starting to drip, and managed to save my computer and stuff, and haul the chairs and table mostly out of the way. As miserable as I was last night, it would've been a lot worse had I not been awake for it, because the big splash of water when the "bubble" burst was right where my computer would've been. Yeah. The panicked "OH FUCK!" all-hands-on-deck scrambling and the visions of having to replace my computer barely a day after buying it, when I saw the trickling leak was bad enough, thanks. I took pictures for my landlady, for insurance purposes, some of which you can see here.

So now I go and clean the kitchen, stack the crap I had to move to my bedroom somewhat better, and start preparing dinner. Mags, I'm looking forward to that cake you promised!

[ETA] Hm, I stand corrected, it looks like the (laminatre) floor's taken some minor damage as well, which I suppose is partially my fault for not mopping up before going to bed last night, but it's not that bad--the only reason I even noticed was because I was standing on it in bare feet and felt the slightly raised seams. Still, should remember to tell the owners that.

Also, dear iTunes: I know I put you on shuffle, but Johnny Cash followed by Kate Bush is a bit too random, even for me. [/ETA]

bubosquared: (lex)
( Sep. 18th, 2006 03:55 am)
Leak: stopped. Me: off to shower and bed, and called in to work. World: HATE!
bubosquared: (Default)
( Sep. 18th, 2006 02:59 am)

And then the wallpaper on the ceiling tore and there was water everywhere. Why ME?


bubosquared: (Default)
Sofie 'Melle' Werkers


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags