There is a delightful rumbling emanating from some deliciously black clouds outside.
The rumbling accurately reflects my current mood due to my last post not saving. Instead the blogger app decided to close and leave me staring in disbelief as an hours worth of heartfelt post simply vanished. Of course, I must admit to smiling evilly when I realised it doesn't just happen to me.
My previous post, being filled with awesome ramblings of my day and my thoughts, won't be rewritten. I find it pretty much impossible to rewrite something after spending so long on it. It never turns out any where near as good, probably because of the fantastic way I think.
Instead, I'm groping around for a new topic while trying to remain as ridiculously funny as possible. Yes, my darlings, I aspire to treat you to an amazing array of hilarity wrapped in a scrumptious sarcastic wrapper.
Of course I have absolutely no faith in my abilities to entertain you in a truly witty way.
So where were we? Oh yes, we were deciding on a theme for today's post.
Have you thought of one yet?
Don't look at me like that, I am not above "taking direction" from a valued reader and friend. By "taking direction" I mean "steal ideas" but this isn't something to dwell on. Semantics really!
*looks incredibly innocent*
I have a secret, a guilty pleasure if you will. When it's raining, just like it is now, I love curling up on the couch watching old school tv shows. Think along the lines of Magnum P.I., Miami Vice, The A Team and others.
Of course the acting is mostly terrible and I won't even dare to mention the fashions...
But there's something incredibly indulgent about succumbing to an afternoon of delightful viewing.
Add to that the sound of heavy rain on the roof and windows to drown out the ads. It's a mix of pure awesome.
So here we are, lazing on the couch, writing a blog post while the tv is currently playing the Rockford Files and thinking how much a cup of tea would be amazing right now. It's moments like this when I realise I need to train my cat, Titan, to make me food and tea.
Mind you, the cheeky shit would probably fill my cup with cat fur and salt instead of sugar.
On second thoughts I might avoid training Titan how to be a servant.
I can feel his death stare on my back even as I type this. I shall reward his diligence with cuddles.
Let the lazing continue!
And no, I'll never get bored of being lazy. I believe the pig from Spliced! said it best: "why do something when you can get someone else to do it?"
Hehe!
Luckily you don't think like that so the world swirls around in a flurry of activity to get all these important things done!
Thanks!
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Showing posts with label Rainy days. Show all posts
The Day I Went Away
After spending the early afternoon wondering if anyone actually reads blogs on weekends, I decided I should catch up on all the blogs that I have not read yet. I have been a bad follower and have been neglecting my follower duties.
So I began from the top. I read about happiness, sadness, new technological updates and lots about what it's like to be a Mum! I cried, I laughed and I got angry along with the writers of the blogs! I fell in love, I fell out of love, I wondered why I bothered and I experienced being unsexy! Whatever you can imagine I have read about today.
Then as I was approaching the final blog in my reader list I felt some trepidation. Perhaps I already knew what was coming and that's why I felt the sudden clenching of stomach muscles?
I click on the blog. Inside my mini-reader-panel there are the gems that I had missed. But what is this? The last post was written 5 weeks ago! Surely I haven't been that neglectful?
I click on the first post I haven't read...
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
Oh no... Please dear God no.
There is no more blog. The awesomeness that I was instructed to sit down before reading, is no longer.
I felt the air leave my lungs and no matter how much my brain screamed to inhale I could not. One of my favourite blogs is gone. Gone.
The word is still bringing up hysterical behaviour in my brain. The threat of forgetting to inhale and exhale is looming dangerously close.
What am I going to do now? How shall I get my fix of that which is awesome?
Surely this great tragedy affects the entire world? There is now no level of awesomeness to compare those that wish they were awesome to. Yes, this is me panicking. If you have a good imagination you could even hear me hyperventilating right about... now.
You Might Want To Sit Down For This... was one of the best blogs I was following. Indeed I would like to say it's one of the best blogs I have ever read. I enjoyed every minute of Rick's writing and his penchant for throwing in big words that I would desperately look up in my dictionary. Frantically, I would read every word he wrote, almost salivating over his precision and the delicacy with which he wrote. Now, that amazing blog of awesomeness is... *insert deep breath here*... Gone.
I am yet to decide just how I will endure without this blog as part of my daily (okay, so almost daily when I was being a good follower, oh just shut up!) reading. Nor am I sure what the future will hold without some of the most awesome blog posts in the history of blogs and posts.
So I began from the top. I read about happiness, sadness, new technological updates and lots about what it's like to be a Mum! I cried, I laughed and I got angry along with the writers of the blogs! I fell in love, I fell out of love, I wondered why I bothered and I experienced being unsexy! Whatever you can imagine I have read about today.
I click on the blog. Inside my mini-reader-panel there are the gems that I had missed. But what is this? The last post was written 5 weeks ago! Surely I haven't been that neglectful?
I click on the first post I haven't read...
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
Oh no... Please dear God no.
There is no more blog. The awesomeness that I was instructed to sit down before reading, is no longer.
I felt the air leave my lungs and no matter how much my brain screamed to inhale I could not. One of my favourite blogs is gone. Gone.
The word is still bringing up hysterical behaviour in my brain. The threat of forgetting to inhale and exhale is looming dangerously close.
What am I going to do now? How shall I get my fix of that which is awesome?
Surely this great tragedy affects the entire world? There is now no level of awesomeness to compare those that wish they were awesome to. Yes, this is me panicking. If you have a good imagination you could even hear me hyperventilating right about... now.
You Might Want To Sit Down For This... was one of the best blogs I was following. Indeed I would like to say it's one of the best blogs I have ever read. I enjoyed every minute of Rick's writing and his penchant for throwing in big words that I would desperately look up in my dictionary. Frantically, I would read every word he wrote, almost salivating over his precision and the delicacy with which he wrote. Now, that amazing blog of awesomeness is... *insert deep breath here*... Gone.
I am yet to decide just how I will endure without this blog as part of my daily (okay, so almost daily when I was being a good follower, oh just shut up!) reading. Nor am I sure what the future will hold without some of the most awesome blog posts in the history of blogs and posts.
Rain, rain please don't go away!
I don't know why I write blogs on weekends. I suspect reading a blog is like working, we only do it Monday to Friday and presumably between the hours of 9 to 5. So having said that, here I am on a Saturday afternoon writing a blog.
I have nothing to particularly whine about today, other than the need to write a blog on a day when no one will read it. It's actually a lovely day for me. I'm sitting here with my laptop on my lap, coffee on the table and the window open so I can listen to the rain as it falls. Most people seem to whine that the rain is so terrible, that it ruins their day because they "can't go outside". People, have you not heard of an umbrella? Perhaps you may have heard of this new contraption that one wears to help waterproof us? I do believe it's called a "Rain Coat."
Personally, the rain is calming and tranquil. I love the feeling of peace I get when I can just sit and listen to it softly landing on the roof and hear it pool on the leaves of the horrid rose bushes outside my window. Granted, I am not one to enjoy getting wet (unless I'm having a shower, bath or am swimming in a pool!) so I don't always venture out into the lovely rain.
Each person is different, and I like to think that I can appreciate that aspect of everyone (there may be times when this does not apply, especially when someone does something incredibly stupid see current opposition leader and his reference to "virginity"). However, I find it rather irritating when people bitch and moan and whine about rain. Look around you, is the grass almost completely brown? Are the trees reaching out to us for water to save them? Are our water catchment areas running low? I am sure we can all answer yes to all of these questions, including a little creative imagining of trees screaming, so why is the rain so terrible when we obviously need it so much?
Perhaps, in all my wisdom, I have neglected to delve into the psyche of those rain-haters? There is a slight chance I would return from such a mind-delving-expedition with even less of a mind than I went in with. In other words, I think it would fry what little sense is left inside this head to even attempt to contemplate what a rain-hater sees.
Instead, I shall listen to the rain softly falling and let my mind wander to the millions of places that only a mind can go. I shall enjoy the coolness in the air, the crickets making their joyful rain tribute song (or maybe they're just trying to attract a mate?) and I will bask in the glory of knowing that the rain is welcome here and that should it return I will continue to welcome it with open arms.
I have nothing to particularly whine about today, other than the need to write a blog on a day when no one will read it. It's actually a lovely day for me. I'm sitting here with my laptop on my lap, coffee on the table and the window open so I can listen to the rain as it falls. Most people seem to whine that the rain is so terrible, that it ruins their day because they "can't go outside". People, have you not heard of an umbrella? Perhaps you may have heard of this new contraption that one wears to help waterproof us? I do believe it's called a "Rain Coat."
Personally, the rain is calming and tranquil. I love the feeling of peace I get when I can just sit and listen to it softly landing on the roof and hear it pool on the leaves of the horrid rose bushes outside my window. Granted, I am not one to enjoy getting wet (unless I'm having a shower, bath or am swimming in a pool!) so I don't always venture out into the lovely rain.
Each person is different, and I like to think that I can appreciate that aspect of everyone (there may be times when this does not apply, especially when someone does something incredibly stupid see current opposition leader and his reference to "virginity"). However, I find it rather irritating when people bitch and moan and whine about rain. Look around you, is the grass almost completely brown? Are the trees reaching out to us for water to save them? Are our water catchment areas running low? I am sure we can all answer yes to all of these questions, including a little creative imagining of trees screaming, so why is the rain so terrible when we obviously need it so much?
Perhaps, in all my wisdom, I have neglected to delve into the psyche of those rain-haters? There is a slight chance I would return from such a mind-delving-expedition with even less of a mind than I went in with. In other words, I think it would fry what little sense is left inside this head to even attempt to contemplate what a rain-hater sees.
Instead, I shall listen to the rain softly falling and let my mind wander to the millions of places that only a mind can go. I shall enjoy the coolness in the air, the crickets making their joyful rain tribute song (or maybe they're just trying to attract a mate?) and I will bask in the glory of knowing that the rain is welcome here and that should it return I will continue to welcome it with open arms.