The imperfect cards

Blah. Last night was the first particular brand of festering season business I had to get through. The much-loathed writing of cards. After all, once you’ve got to the thirtieth, what the hell do you write? It gets boring as fuck writing the same thing (albeit with minor variations) in each one, but writing something new for every card is a strain on the creativity. Many have a comment about “the joys of the festering season” – there’s no way people would know they’re not from me.

Am I horrendously early in getting them out and sent? Maybe. But considering here in Manchester I’m still waiting for the postman to deliver an item to me that was sent last Wednesday, I think it’s not unreasonable either. Also I ahd to get one of them off to a friend in Gibraltar, and keff only knows what the last posting date for BFPO addresses is, so better early than late.

Anyway, it’s all sorted now, and all the cards are in the indelicate and scabrous grip of Royal Snail. Now I just need to figure the few presents I’m buying. *sigh*

The perfect card

via Wherever You Are, the truly wonderful Lance Arthur has been busy designing some Christmas cards. And I think I’ve decided on this one as my card of choice.

All of them are pretty good – and match up to my feelings on the Festering Season™ without too much hassle. It’s always good to know I’m not the only one…

Parting

Regardless of whether he’s on your normal “daily read” lists, go and see Troubled Diva today. A notice of departure – and all the best to Mike on the next phase of the voyage.

Aaaaand Relax

Well, that was officially A Busy Weekend™. Hence no updates. It’s back to being calm again, and for once my week isn’t booked solid with things to do, which has to be a good thing. I know, most people would prefer to be socially booked up etc., but after the last couple of weeks, a few days off is just what’s needed…

Various updates will (probably) be added through the day today, but highlights of the weekend included:

• High Point : Seeing Spearhead in concert on Friday night
• High point : A visitation from the parents for the weekend
• High point : Visiting the European Markets in the city centre.
• Low point : the fucking crowds of idiots, particularly with prams/pushchairs/dogs
• Low point : Attempting to book a table at one place I like, which turned out to be full.
• High point : Vaguely recalling a good review about another place, calling on the off-chance, getting a table, and ending up in a place far better than the original idea.
• High point : My brother making a flyingish visit on the Sunday
• Low point : Brother taking the wrong turn onto my road, attempting to turn road, and getting hit side-on by a pissed fuckhead who then drove off
• High point : the three witnesses, who all got the pisshead’s number plate, and stayed ’til the police arrived, thus meaning the pissed cow got nicked anyway.

Other than that little lot, once the parental units had gone home, thirty minutes later two friends randomly dropped in for coffee before going on to a concert at the MEN. I didn’t stop all weekend. It’s been good – if busy.

Ratty

Having spent ten minutes in a queue, and being barged into each time I move forward – by the same person each time – on the last five occasions, when the sixth occurrence happens, is it really all that unreasonable to turn round and say to the woman “If you slam into me again, I will break your fucking leg” ?

The reaction of the incompetent twat (I’ve never dealt with someone in need of lessons in how to walk before) would seem to imply that she felt I was in the wrong, and should perhaps enjoy being walked into, or at least understand how someone’s sense of spacial awareness can be that fucking flawed.

Temptation

So far I’ve resisted – but the rabid moose-collector in me (no, not rabid moose, but the rabid collector) is slowly breaking down. Disney’s latest, “Brother Bear”, while appealing to me about as much as herpes, has not one but two moose characters, Rutt and Tuke, and they’re available in either 15″ height or 18″.

Must…. Resist….

Besides, I’m sure plenty of people know I collect the bloody things. So maybe Christmas will be moosified. And in the meantime I’m just off to sue the subtlety school…

IWOOT

There’s not a lot I can say about this link that I’d forgotten yesterday. But if you want to see a purple dancing hippo, this is the link to click…