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Christmas Shopping

  • Nov. 11th, 2010 at 12:35 PM
ianto
I love internet shopping!!!


I always manage to do the whole 'I am on here to get something for this person and that person and... oh... I'd look great in that... I'll get it!'

But truly over three websites I have managed to cross off 6 people from my list. (possibly 7)

All all from the comfort of my own home sitting on my lazy butt.

Hurrah!!!

BTW worried about having to teach 4 classes next week, mainly the monday one as I am covering a Jam class for an unbelievably brilliant instructor with my Zumba class. Let's hope they don't hate me too much.
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Jul. 21st, 2010

  • 9:01 AM
labyrinth
Write like...

I nicked the link while browsing Azriona's posts and thought I'd have a go.

This was the only large piece of writing I have on this particular computer (the family PC) is my dissertation.

SO I plugged in 3 large paragraphs of my first chapter, the result:

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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If you're like me and ask, who is Issac Asimov here is wikipedia's answer:

Issac Asimov was an American author and professor of biochemistry at Boston University, best known for his works of science fiction and for his popular science books. Asimov was one of the most prolific writers of all time, having written or edited more than 500 books and an estimated 9,000 letters and postcards. His works have been published in nine of the ten major categories of the Dewey Decimal System (the sole exception being the 100s: philosophy and psychology).

Isaac Asimov is widely considered a master of the science-fiction genre and, along with Robert A. Heinlein and Arthur C. Clarke, he was considered one of the "Big Three" science-fiction writers during his lifetime. Asimov's most famous work is the Foundation Series; his other major series are the Galactic Empire series and the Robot series, both of which he later tied into the same fictional universe as the Foundation Series to create a unified "future history" for his stories much like those pioneered by Robert A. Heinlein and previously produced by Cordwainer Smith and Poul Anderson. He penned numerous short stories, among them "Nightfall", which in 1964 was voted by the Science Fiction Writers of America the best short science fiction story of all time, an accolade that many still find persuasive. Asimov wrote the Lucky Starr series of juvenile science-fiction novels using the pen name Paul French.

I'd have to said I'm not unhappy about this. Just to fully observe my 'writing style' in this high tech internet generator I chucked in my last blog post, the result:

 

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

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Cory Doctorow is a Canadian blogger, journalist, and science fiction author who serves as co-editor of the blog Boing Boing. He is an activist in favour of liberalising copyright laws and a proponent of the Creative Commons organisation, using some of their licences for his books. Some common themes of his work include digital rights management, file sharing, and post-scarcity economics

Again not unhappy, regardless if I'm bitching or trying to convice an academic that I'm not dumb I still manage to get to connect with sci-fi.


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A little bit of History repeating

  • Jun. 19th, 2010 at 2:16 PM
telephone

Do you know what I find interesting about History?

 

There are always two sides to every story, at least. As they say History is written by the victors.

For a rehash on my history particularly relating to relationships I was dumped a two years ago by my boyfriend of almost 4 years, only a few weeks after discussing engagements rings for another woman. This woman was known to me, she was kind of in the friend circle. He said that he still loved me but he couldn’t be with me that he needed to find himself etc. every excuse in the book.

Suffice to say I went on to detest them both with a fiery passion reserved for a special circle of hell. When I found out the woman, also shortened to ‘that wench’ had joined the gym where I work I was disgusted, even more so when she tried to communicate with me over the net.

It had seemed that she was an easy replacement for me. She took over my (and two of my friends, note they were ‘our’ friend before the ‘divorce’) spot in the podcast. The podcast was renamed and changed to cover his shame.

She came in today to renew her membership. I was freaking out a little bit. This woman took from me a man who I thought I could be quite happy with for the foreseeable future. The man who broke up with me a week after my 21st birthday and a week before by 21st birthday party. I has explained to my manager of Friday the issue and my manager being the totally awesome woman that she is said she’d come in and handle it.

So she shows up and I am professional, polite but do my best not to engage her or make eye contact. This all goes well right up until the end when she enquires about my Honours which I completed last year. I said it went well and inquired to her and her friend how they were going and how the ‘boys’ were.

 

This is where stuff gets enlightening. 

They told me that they’d both been dumped. Her friend (who I do know through her now ex) termed her dumping as a ‘I love you but I’m not in love with you’ one. The woman told me that he has done to her almost what he’d done to me, minus the added excuse of the other woman. He’d said that he was ‘feeling restless’ and ‘needed to blah, blah, blah…’ I was a little shocked to tell you the truth. She elucidated by comment on how much of a douche bad he’d become how crazy his family was, particularly his mother who, much like she had to me, was borderline hostile toward me that I was ‘taking him away’.

It had come out. I wasn’t the defective one he has to rid himself of, she was a convenient person to move onto when he’d gotten tired of me and then when he’d gotten tired of her, history repeated itself. He’s the defective one not me. And you have no idea how great it was to understand that.

I told her that I still didn’t like her, that there is a part of me that still hates her, she replied that she understood that and I was well within my rights to. She also said she should have seen it coming after what he did to me.

But on top of that, and after phoning two friend about it something else became apparent. He’s also using the same misdirection target. A male friend of mine gave me a letter from him about a week after we broke up (actually he gave it to me at my 21st party but I refused to read it then) the letter which outlined all the things I’d ever done wrong in the relationship and at the heart of it the breakup was my fault. My male fried didn’t know what was in the letter he was just blindly doing a ‘favour for a friend’. The result was not good, he didn’t know what was in the letter and my bastard of an ex had been able to misdirect some of my anger onto my innocent friend.

Well he did it again. He construed to the ‘woman’ that he’d decided to break up with her after a conversation with the very same male friend.

I think he’s running out of people he can use and throw away. Particularly once we all start communicating with each other. In a way he’s getting away with it because he has his adoring fans who don’t know how much of a somewhat sociopathic douche-bag he in.

And that’s my history new and old. I now feel a bit better about the whole thing.


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Feeling a bit precious

  • Nov. 6th, 2009 at 10:05 AM
labyrinth
Today I've started putting all the smaller stuff together for my thesis. Title page, certificate of authorship etc.

Writing the acknowledgements page made me dissolve like a bad meringue. I've been sobbing at my computer screen, on and off, for the best part of 15 minutes.
 This stuff means the end is nigh and the thought that a whole years worth of work can be reduced to one document is a little scary and confronting. Even now i got the bottom lip wiggle going on.

I am such a silly bint!  I should be happy about this, soon I will be free. But stepping of this precipice into the darkness below is not something I'm all that happy about.

Given that the two people that usually read this have both been instrumental in this piece of work, know that my face went all blotchy, my eyes all red and my nose blocked because of you.

I hope you're happy!  Now I'm off to eat my fruche and weep at my contents page.
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I'm not seeing things, i swear!

  • Nov. 5th, 2009 at 7:29 AM
labyrinth
So I got up this morning, nothing out of the ordinary. Let the dog in, pulled the blinds up so she could see what's going on in the street and sat down at my computer to read the news.

About 10 minutes ago she starts barking at oneyof the windows so i though someone must be walking their dog.

Nope.

Somehow a Kangaroo has managed to get itself into the street, probably through the bike path/nature reserve area at the back curve of the road. There it is jumping back and forth across our front yard, onto the street, stopping some poor neighbour in his ute and then back onto our lawn and then off in the other direction.

Now, I've seen kangaroo's in other suburbs but never our one. It was like something you tell to the tourists on those sill chat rooms.
"Yeah sure, Kangaroos everywhere! Even got one in my backyard *secret chuckle at foreigners*"

But no there it was, and now my dog is continually staring out every window that faces the street running back and forth whining, her body shaking with tension, and excitement.

I sms'ed my mother to tell her that A kangaroo had just gone up and down our street. She called me from work and asked why i'd decided to get into the cider so early in the morning.

But it was true i tells ya. Just proves that there is no such thing as normal.

Now I'm going back to my cereal and hoping that i don't have to try and stop my dog from hunting down a kangaroo.
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study issues

  • Nov. 4th, 2009 at 3:37 PM
telephone
Finished writing my dissertation (mostly) now doing some editing.

You know you've been studying too long when misspelling scaffolding as sacffolding is one of the funniest things ever.

Also got offered to go to a drinks and nibbles thing for students by my supervisor, was tempted by i"m on the other side of town. A drink (alcoholic) does sound mighty fine at the moment now!

Yeah...

well back to chapter 4
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I am here to post up an amusing youtube video displaying how much Hitler hates the new Vegemite isnack 2.0.



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WTF Tasmania?

  • Aug. 28th, 2009 at 12:03 PM
labyrinth
Okay, so I'm currently planning a little driving holiday around Tasmania with a few friend. Apart from Port Arthur and a few historic houses on the way our reasons for going tie into the names of places.

Grindlewald (the town named after the dark lord that Dumbledore defeated (and his lover depending on which fans you listen to)

Swansea (the other big town in Wales, the one not on a rift between time and space)

Huonville (where Huon Pines are cut down and disolved into Huon particles to attrack any Time Lord nearby)

But on doing a bit of map perusing I came across a few other delightful places.

Stonehenge.
Bagdad.
Waterloo
Tiberius
Jericho
Styx
Cuckoo

Seriously people, who is coming up with these names? One one side the History geek in me is giggling like a maniac which is slightly disconcerting because so is the Sci-fi geek in me.

And if you're at all interested Google maps tells me that it's about a 55 minue journey from Stonehenge to Bagdad.
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Men WTF?!

  • Jun. 19th, 2009 at 3:36 PM
not amused
Who here gets men? Huh?

The old adage is that women are complicated. We're a two piece jigsaw puzzle compared to them!

I have a man who it appears to be interested in me. We had a few dates at the beginning of the year and then zip. Nothing. No contact at all. I wasn't incredibly attached so I figured he didn't want to see me anymore took it on the chin and moved on. Simple, yes?

The I get a message last week, him asking if he'd done anything wrong, because we hadn't talked in a while. Is he daft? I explained to him the fact that I'd organised our last 'date' together and I figured if he wanted to see me again he'd call or message me, after all thats what i did and he said he was busy. Cool. Fine, if he wanted to get together later he'd call me, I assumed.
So he replied oh ok 'sad face' (god I hate emoticons in SMS's seriously) how are you anyway. I reply fine, how are you? NO RESPONSE For someone who wanted to know why i hadn't contacted him he was letting himself down by not responding to a simple text.

Then last night... no that's wrong this morning at 2.30am! I get a message from him. Something along the lines that he thought we had something special and did I think I could give him another chance or something. 'he misses me, and he was silly etc.' Got the point. he has the relationship knowledge of a grain weevil. But at 2.30 am? The daft bastard woke me up, apart from the fact that I should be asleep and not responding to what can be construded as a guilty mind or a metrosexual booty-call, what the hell was he doing up at 2.30? And thinking he could message people? The fucking liberty! (in the immortal words on nan)

Do I understand all this? No. Would I play a complicated dating ritual like this? No. Is he more complicated than a fellow woman? Yes.

Am i wrong?
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Travelling

  • Jun. 7th, 2009 at 12:05 PM
not ginger
So I had a date last night. He's v. nice. There were a few things that reminded me of my ex though. Not big things little things, probably due to the fact that he is a man and so was my ex (funny that).


He paid for the movies and for dinner. Proclaiming that because he was the man he would pay for it, whilst it does affront my feminist sensibilities a bit, suffragettes and all that I didn't mind that much.

Saw Star Trek, goddam brilliant that!

And now I'm listening to Chameleon Circuit's album that someone posted a download link to, and enjoying it with girlish geeky glee, and apparently alarming alliteration as well.

So excuse me whilst I go back to listening to my Trock and watching a mix of QI and the BBCKnowledge marathon of Who Do You Think You Are?


*glee*

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