Sometimes this is how it feels.
A Christmas message
‘Twas the night before Christmas
when throughout Twitter
All were preparing
with paper and glitter.
@Mr_jmm hung the stockings
By the fireside with glee
While @jstcallmefrank put
arsenic in his tea.
“Drink up, bitch, before it gets cold!”
She said with that smirk that never gets old.
@gonzophil made sure that all gifts were wrapped
And made sure the arseholes got the ones that were crap.
@mskittykatblk asked Santa for some new toys
So she could entertain herself and all the boys.
Santa was shocked when he first read her letter
But then he was naughty and soon he felt better.
@ayegimp prepared all the treats for Santa
Deep fried Mars bar with Iron Bru (not Fanta!)
“But where’s all the sherry?!” he cried with a shout
Then saw an empty bottle next to @allstalkedout.
The Twitter house at Christmas
Is a marvellous place
With tinsel and baubles and no sign of taste.
Some are annoyingly festive and give rather good cheer
While some say “Bah humbug! Pass another fucking beer!”
But no matter whether you’re festive or a grumpy old miser
We’re all a year older and a year wiser.
Be thankful for your Tweet friends on this Yuletide
And don’t even think about doing Twittercide.
So as it’s the night before Christmas
I just wanted to say
To all of my followers
Have a wonderful day.
I hope you get Operation, Mouse Trap or Kerplunk!
Or sit in the chair and get totally drunk.
Just remember to take photos
So we can all have a look
But don’t forget this isn’t fucking Facebook!
Well, that’s it from me
Just one more thing to say:
Have a very merry Christmas
Hip hip hooray.
XxX
P is for Piercings
I was going to do “P is for Porn” but that would just be a link here: http://seren-x.tumblr.com. So I’m doing “P is for Piercings” instead.
O is for OCD
When I was younger I was one of those annoying kids who was always neat and tidy. This has gotten worse over the years and now I’m annoyingly organised most of the time. I have lists and spreadsheets to remember things but I also have related compulsions which I can’t really explain.
I’m not actually OCD - I’ve never been diagnosed and I don’t have to repeat things over and over again or I think my head will fall off or my cat will spontaneously combust. I just have little “quirks” that have to be done and I can’t relax until they’re just right.
“The phrase obsessive–compulsive has become part of the English lexicon, and is often used in an informal or caricatured manner to describe someone who is excessively meticulous, perfectionistic, absorbed, or otherwise fixated.”
This is me.
When you go home
Tell them of us and say
For their tomorrow
We gave our today.Went the day well?
We died and never knew
But, will or ill,
Freedom, we died for you.
John Maxwell Edmonds
(1875-1958)
(1875-1958)
Adding this to my Amazon wishlist!
I had a lump in my throat when I heard this earlier.
Highgate Cemetery.
A Halloween costume for @jstcallmefrank as Frankie the Blade.
Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience.
Denis Waitley
Psychometric testing
Today I’ve been doing a psychometric test as part of a management training course. I had to fill in a questionnaire where you rate yourself in different situations - where you think your strengths and weaknesses are as well as rating 0-5 in other things. It’s difficult to explain but the results are scarily accurate and rather amusing.
I won’t write out the full results but these are some snap-shots. If you want to know ‘me’ then these really are ‘me’ and not just in a work environment:
Inspiration
Blogs seem to be the ‘in’ thing at the moment and lots of people have them for different reasons. I have another one which is for my own gratification (my personal wank bank) but I felt that I wanted one that was more open (not just porn) so I created this one for my rambling thoughts. The reason was that I was inspired by several blogs which I’ve regularly started reading one of which is written by the wonderful @jstcallmefrank.
N is for Nerds
Can I be Penny?
Knock-knock-knock.
