they shoot horses don’t they…?

so for three days i had an unexplained random shooting pain from my hip to my knee in my right leg.

and then it went away.

fucking weird how bodies do that.

[yeah, nothing else to say at the moment - more pointless blogging later]

rattling around the void

 i am too lazy and too tired to bother with a proper post but felt like putting something on this thing.

so a brief wrap up of activity around void central:

the bump: growing nicely thanks, heartbeat was at 155bpm at last check up so  right on target according to the doc which is good. what’s not so great is J feeling knackered all the time and having stretchy ligament pain. i try to empathise but the only thing stretching on me is my gut from sitting behind a desk all day and eating too much bad food when she is not around…

work: for fuck sake somebody please just make a fucking decision already.

uni: deadlines rapidly approaching for essays that i haven’t even looked at the questions for yet – and a new and exciting habit i’ve developed recently of falling asleep in my lectures, literally.

so procrastinating a lot then?: you bet. procrastinating to avoid study combined with the fact that J was interstate for a few days and the cat didn’t care if i stayed up till 4 in the morning fucking around on the computer has meant some prime procrastination action. it’s amazing how many new blogs you can find and decide that you MUST book mark ‘cos you know you will OF COURSE go back and read them regularly if you really try. but i’ve also been mucking about with noise mash up/cut up manipulations which has been at least fun to make if nothing else.

the results so far:

the two women ep (cdr) – noise manipulations and a remix thingy of one of Kami’s shitfinger tracks.

search and destroyed (cdr) – an hour and a bit long desecration of the stooges song  search and destroy

mangles the classics (cdr)  – a big mash up mess – 13 tracks of wank jokes, mismatched guitar riffs, out of time drum samples and wholesale songs smushed together in a noisy, ugly stew.

pointless and stupid but it keeps me amused.

misery guts rides again

so, the brains, beauty, chief cook and all round source of goodness in this outfit (that'd be her) is back from the desert for good. no more 48 hour "shore leave" visits. YAY!!

now if only mr fucking grumpy pants (that'd be me) can pull his head out of his arse and stop moping around being a great big sad sack for no apparent reason everything would be dandy

(i'm working on it…)

take this job and shove it (revisited)

i don’t know if i’m becoming less tolerant or just that now i expect more. but between the fuckknuckles, the morons, the helpless, the hopless and the hapless, the lazy shits, the wankers (both arrogant and plain varieties), the posers, the mean well but haven’t got a fucking clue or two brain cells to rub together to work out where to find one’s, the “not my jobs”, the work to rules (when it suits), the useless, the outright lying bastards, other sundry fuckwits and their enablers are driving me to distraction. sure, there are a couple of good guys, but the sheer volume of craposity is drowning any impact they can really have. the saddest part of all this of course is i’ll keep going along with it. ‘cos i’m too scared to risk what might happen if i just chuck the whole fucking thing in and quit. its not even that i hate the job, i’m well paid for what i do and the conditions are pretty damn good, its just the people, having to deal with THEM all the time.

and another thing…

my head hurts, my feet stink and i don’t love the baby jesus…

or however the fuck it goes. i take this opportunity to introduce a new category – Mr. Grumpy (have a feeling this one might get a regualr workout).

yes, ranting is imminent