Well, as far as horror's go, you could do worse than Paranormal Activity. I like the way it was filmed a la Blair Witch documentary style with a total cast of 3. Had that "based on real events" feel which is far preferable to hobgoblins running about disembowling people.
Was meant to go to a press launch vibe today but was cancelled - the attendance, not the launch. So just got back from Wimpy and the shops. Bf has gone back to said shops as I got home to discover the coffee we just bought is in fact beans, and not ground. Will not do I tell you. I haven't had decent coffee (sorry Wimpy, you know it's true) since yesterday morning. Not a good thing. For the safety of human kind it is rather imperitave that this is resolved. At least I'm not the only one who realises this :) There's something about a bad cup of coffee that just makes you crave decent coffee all the more.
Today's plans are few next to none. On me own again this eve; might read, might game, will see later what I'm in the mood for. Coffee has arrived. Hallelujah.
Laters.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Sun is shining :)
Rather nice to have some clear skies for a change here - nice temperate weather all round.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful - mainly did housework really. A new development over teh past few days; my ex has started communicating with me again and it's all civil. Even some jokes cracked. A step in the very right direction, but a part of me cannot help but wonder if it will last. Waiting for him to blow up at some little detail or other. We'll see. For now, quite nice to be on speaking terms again. Divorce is ugly, no matter what anybody tells you. Unfortunately sometimes there just aren't any other viable options. Not ones that would keep your sanity anyway.
Boss was in town today so met up with him for coffee and got some moola which makes me a happy camper. I am now in possession of Woolworth's Dusted Jelly Babies, Coke Lite, and a horror DVD to enjoy this eve - the bf doesn't do horror, so while he's off at work pulling a double shift I shall take the opportunity to watch Paranormal Activity. I'll let you know tomorrow if it was any good. I'm not holding my breath, horrors generally just aren't scary anymore. Or interesting for that matter. But hey, I'm a sucker for punishment.
Today also saw the retun of a business customer that I was positive we'd lost, and a follow up meeting for a new one confirmed for next week that has some great potential. So, all in all, a good day :)
Yesterday was pretty uneventful - mainly did housework really. A new development over teh past few days; my ex has started communicating with me again and it's all civil. Even some jokes cracked. A step in the very right direction, but a part of me cannot help but wonder if it will last. Waiting for him to blow up at some little detail or other. We'll see. For now, quite nice to be on speaking terms again. Divorce is ugly, no matter what anybody tells you. Unfortunately sometimes there just aren't any other viable options. Not ones that would keep your sanity anyway.
Boss was in town today so met up with him for coffee and got some moola which makes me a happy camper. I am now in possession of Woolworth's Dusted Jelly Babies, Coke Lite, and a horror DVD to enjoy this eve - the bf doesn't do horror, so while he's off at work pulling a double shift I shall take the opportunity to watch Paranormal Activity. I'll let you know tomorrow if it was any good. I'm not holding my breath, horrors generally just aren't scary anymore. Or interesting for that matter. But hey, I'm a sucker for punishment.
Today also saw the retun of a business customer that I was positive we'd lost, and a follow up meeting for a new one confirmed for next week that has some great potential. So, all in all, a good day :)
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Halfway through the day and all is well with the world
A public holiday today. Doesn’t make too much difference to me as most of my time is rather unproductive work wise these days, much to my utter disappointment. Been up since just past 8, which on a whole bottle of wine and two beers last night isn’t too shabby me thinks. So far I’ve made soup, eaten said soup, and watched A Beautiful Mind. I was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed it – it is definitely a feel good movie and has achieved that effect. Very unproductive day, and yet quite content for it to be so.
Most days however I feel the constant weight of boredom threatening to drown me, which is ridiculous considering how many options I have. XBOX 360, PS3, PSP, DS, and more than a few DVD’s to watch. Books galore. Internet (well, when my signal holds).
The movies I’ve seen before, and I’m not a great fan of reliving movies too often. The games – I like the idea of playing them more than the actual act itself – my current TV set just makes everything look super shite so I couldn’t be arsed trying to strain my eyes reading vital text in White Knight Chronicles. Both the PSP and the DS require an update on the current games library. Books, I’m busy with Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, but there’s only so much I can read at a time. Aside from that, I find Lord Henry’s musings on life to be quite unsettling in the way they resonate with me, and as such I can only digest small doses at a time. Internet – there’s also only so much of that I can handle before it all starts to look and sound the same. There are only so many FB games you can play, and so many meaningless conversational exchanges on IM’s you can have. And when you actually manage to have a meaningful IM natter, it’s usually cut short by time constraints or my failing 3G signal.
It’s not so much that I’m bored through nothing to do, it’s that I crave interpersonal interactions. People. I need people. Adjusting to a lot of change lately and being a newbie in the city means I don’t have a social circle as yet, so it’s a tad frustrating atm. This should get resolved soon enough though – last night saw me at Outer Limits in Fourways to see where the boyfriend works where I stayed for about an hour and had two beers. I ended up chatting randomly to no less than 6 people. It’s what I love about Jhb. You can start a conversation, jump in to one randomly, “connect” with somebody for anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes, and go your separate ways after the chat with no feelings of obligation or false pretences or friendship in the pipeline. You only realise why everyone not in Cape Town says Capetonians are clicky when you leave it. Jhb people are great – you’ll never be short of entertainment here and quick connections as long as you’re prepared to step out of your front door. If they could move the Jhb people to CT, CT would be perfect. Or move the mountain here. Mine dumps do NOT count as mountains contrary to the quaint belief of a friend who lives in Pretoria.
Anyway, that constant feeling of boredom / frustration seems to be abating as I get small doses of human interaction and the days and weeks ahead are looking up as a result.
Oh, funny aside – two of the women I chatted to last night are engaged to be married. I was very proud of myself – I didn’t offer condolences once ;)
Most days however I feel the constant weight of boredom threatening to drown me, which is ridiculous considering how many options I have. XBOX 360, PS3, PSP, DS, and more than a few DVD’s to watch. Books galore. Internet (well, when my signal holds).
The movies I’ve seen before, and I’m not a great fan of reliving movies too often. The games – I like the idea of playing them more than the actual act itself – my current TV set just makes everything look super shite so I couldn’t be arsed trying to strain my eyes reading vital text in White Knight Chronicles. Both the PSP and the DS require an update on the current games library. Books, I’m busy with Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray, but there’s only so much I can read at a time. Aside from that, I find Lord Henry’s musings on life to be quite unsettling in the way they resonate with me, and as such I can only digest small doses at a time. Internet – there’s also only so much of that I can handle before it all starts to look and sound the same. There are only so many FB games you can play, and so many meaningless conversational exchanges on IM’s you can have. And when you actually manage to have a meaningful IM natter, it’s usually cut short by time constraints or my failing 3G signal.
It’s not so much that I’m bored through nothing to do, it’s that I crave interpersonal interactions. People. I need people. Adjusting to a lot of change lately and being a newbie in the city means I don’t have a social circle as yet, so it’s a tad frustrating atm. This should get resolved soon enough though – last night saw me at Outer Limits in Fourways to see where the boyfriend works where I stayed for about an hour and had two beers. I ended up chatting randomly to no less than 6 people. It’s what I love about Jhb. You can start a conversation, jump in to one randomly, “connect” with somebody for anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes, and go your separate ways after the chat with no feelings of obligation or false pretences or friendship in the pipeline. You only realise why everyone not in Cape Town says Capetonians are clicky when you leave it. Jhb people are great – you’ll never be short of entertainment here and quick connections as long as you’re prepared to step out of your front door. If they could move the Jhb people to CT, CT would be perfect. Or move the mountain here. Mine dumps do NOT count as mountains contrary to the quaint belief of a friend who lives in Pretoria.
Anyway, that constant feeling of boredom / frustration seems to be abating as I get small doses of human interaction and the days and weeks ahead are looking up as a result.
Oh, funny aside – two of the women I chatted to last night are engaged to be married. I was very proud of myself – I didn’t offer condolences once ;)
Monday, April 26, 2010
Personal ad
"Woman in training looking for friend with benefits to assist with "practice makes perfect".
Offered on good days: Sharp wit, soft oral, hard sex and no strings (unless required for bedroom, then soft satin only...). A whizz in the kitchen, especially at keeping tiles and counter tops polished.
Wanted: Part time other eighth with off side and depraved sense of humour, healthy sexual appetite, abilitu to laugh at self a requirement, and a constant craving for fluids a plus."
Now this is how all personal ads should be.
Offered on good days: Sharp wit, soft oral, hard sex and no strings (unless required for bedroom, then soft satin only...). A whizz in the kitchen, especially at keeping tiles and counter tops polished.
Wanted: Part time other eighth with off side and depraved sense of humour, healthy sexual appetite, abilitu to laugh at self a requirement, and a constant craving for fluids a plus."
Now this is how all personal ads should be.
Monogamy, part I
So I was chatting to a friend of mine tonight and it seems the same malady that afflicts me has rooted itself in their existence. Monogamy.
Another friend of mine some time back said to me that monogamy was the most unnatural self-imposed affliction of mankind. At the time I was in a relationship going on 8 years and thought “shame, they just haven’t met the right person”.
Well, 4 years and a divorce later, I tend to agree with the friend who thought committing yourself to one person was akin to committing yourself, period. I have been in love, I have felt the way my heart feels without a certain somebody around, I have felt the heartache of not having that love returned, and felt the heartache that having that love returned brings as well. Conclusion? I don’t think I’d know real love if it got up and bit me on the arse. I’d enjoy it, but I wouldn’t identify it for what it was. I’ve been “in love” far too many times to count, and that alone signals the warning bells of seeing more in something that is merely a fleeting romance; a mere pethadine shot for the soul that feels so good you don’t want it to end but it wears off once the chemicals subside. So when the real thing hits, I’d dismiss it. If the real thing exists.
Life’s there to have fun. I wish to fuck I’d keep that in mind sometimes, really I do.
PS. It is part I as I know I'll have more to say on this at some point...
Another friend of mine some time back said to me that monogamy was the most unnatural self-imposed affliction of mankind. At the time I was in a relationship going on 8 years and thought “shame, they just haven’t met the right person”.
Well, 4 years and a divorce later, I tend to agree with the friend who thought committing yourself to one person was akin to committing yourself, period. I have been in love, I have felt the way my heart feels without a certain somebody around, I have felt the heartache of not having that love returned, and felt the heartache that having that love returned brings as well. Conclusion? I don’t think I’d know real love if it got up and bit me on the arse. I’d enjoy it, but I wouldn’t identify it for what it was. I’ve been “in love” far too many times to count, and that alone signals the warning bells of seeing more in something that is merely a fleeting romance; a mere pethadine shot for the soul that feels so good you don’t want it to end but it wears off once the chemicals subside. So when the real thing hits, I’d dismiss it. If the real thing exists.
Life’s there to have fun. I wish to fuck I’d keep that in mind sometimes, really I do.
PS. It is part I as I know I'll have more to say on this at some point...
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