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Smaller On The Outside

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Intergalactic Cross Stitch Queen and Fabricator of Fan Fic.


August 18th, 2016

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quentin quire: bad news
I did something to my foot yesterday: Ouch.

August 17th, 2016

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ckr: fear is negotiable
Hello there. Today, I went and poster-bombed the town (or at least until I ran out) with posters (obviously) about "work" and how nifty (and cheap!) we are. Weirdest success: a local home-care (the kind with carers not the kind with renovators) agency. It seems bouncy young ladies with posters are quite popular. I don't think that grumpy old men (my co-workers) would have the same effect. And now my feet ache in new and interesting ways.

I am also hilarious in German (hopefully in a good way):

Hallo. Wir mussen ein Wand auf deiner Wohnezimmer machen.

It loses something out of context. Just imagine a really chearful voice and then push it up to 11.

August 14th, 2016

I've heard of le coq sportif*

but the French guy...

...you should have seen his leotard

*french sportswear brand

August 12th, 2016

venting and ventilation

vecchio: hurty
We got a letter yesterday. Dosk's benefit application has been reviewed and turned down again.

It seems to be on the grounds he can actually walk.

Clearly, honesty is not the best policy.

Unlike the guy who comes in the door and walks up to threaten, swear and intimidate the female receptionist (fortunately behind a glass panel) and continue in this vein/vane(?) for quite a while being angry because this was the third appointment they'd made with him and it was inconvenient and he wasn't going to sit down and take it and they should respect his rights and there was no way he was going to sit down and wait because they always ran late and he had a prior engagement [I doubt] and he has mental problems and the fucking couuncil keeps on trying to send him there because he has mental problems and they shouldn't be doing to him and he needs to be somewhere else [I think he said for his fuckin' tea] and he's not waiting around and... no offense darling I know it's not your fault but they weren't going to make him do this and they should make another fuckking appointment because this was the third time they'd sent him an appointment and they were never the right time because he has things to do and they're not making him do it because all they want to do was take away his [bennies? council housing?] but they're not going to because he has a mental problem and I know it's not your fault, love...

Add foul language according to your taste. It could never be enough...

That was written from life (pretty much), I know this because...

I gave up my "work" to attend a session there and, yes, there was a delay, they were running 1/2 hour late, but I have never been gladder that I had no vacant seat next to me.

I have been there before and have seen a charming soul who tried to smash his way through the (hopefully) plexiglass barrier because they had no right to stop his bennies because he couldn't fucking walk 10 feet... and then stormed out post-hase carrying his (unused mint-condition) walking stick and verbally abuse the (female) receptionist and make some odious points about her sexual organs and how under-exercised they were and make a kind suggestion that he could help rectify the situation and then, thankfully, stomped out across the car park holding his stick...

...there was another lady who claimed that this was taking too long and she wanted to have her fag outside and they could stuff the appointment...

And, then, there is my brother who filled in his form truthfully and according to instructions and stated that on occassions he had been able to walk more than fifteen metres and that was very unusual due to his hyper-flexible joints (do your knees bend backwards and would you want them to) and his serious, untreatable, nerve-related pain problems and spasms and a many-hued wide selection of allergies and breathing problems...

...is turned down because he is "mobile"

...some days he just about makes it to the sofa and then has to rest and do some serious deep breathing for ten minutes. we don't take him out much, when we take him out, we do it very carefully, when we take him abroad he spends the journey on wheels and then walks very carefully to the hire car which is close as possible. he still spends much of his holiday on the couch just with more sunshine and carefully timed road-trips arranged on his pain/mobility...

...that's the other thing with these assessments, they don't seem to rate chromic pain conditions.

I think that is me written out and I am now going to play the most pointless computer game on earth. Thank you for being there, even if you're not.

August 4th, 2016

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cross stitch: sleeping beauty
Feeling ded right now. That's it.

August 3rd, 2016

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fraser: lost boy
I'm more than a little zapped right now.

On the weekend somebodies stole our donation/collection box at work. There is/was a couple doing distraction thefts in town and they've hit other charities either by nicking the things in the charity's own shops (the rspca nodding dog is gone) and collection boxes at tills including one for a girl's cancer treatment. We were "lucky" because we have two boxes and one of them is chained to the freaking front desk so they "only" took £10-20 from the old tin box. They're using a man doing the distracting and a woman with a "baby" in a pram. Babies might play with rattles but I've never known one to rattle...

So. Yay. I am on orders to keep my eyes peeled for suspicious foreigners with babies.

In other news, sometimes I do things at work that might actually possibly have some element of archaeological activity. Currently, it's typing up grave inscriptions and I have developed a special kind of hate for Victorians who have the need to spend 12 lines telling us how wonderfully pious and self-sacrificing the young lady has been during her protracted illness and how she is now with Jesus and waiting for the great resurrection... and then deciding to carve multiple verses from the Bible...

August 1st, 2016

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ckr: fear is negotiable
Got carded on tuesday for buying paracetamol. Pointed out that if I was lying about my age I'd pick a more plausible number (as opposed to 15+ years).

Saw the scary brain consultant who has decided that I am really fucked up. I think I fucked this up entirely. I just wanted to explain that my headaches were not my fault even though I think otherwise. I don't like me very much and I am definitely anti-me and anti-positive-self-image. Now worried that I should have asked for more botox or somthing because I didn't (I went kind of quiet when I should have said "yes" and was stuck in silent mode)

July 25th, 2016


dief: Dief cry
The 15 sided biscornu pin concussion thing is no more.

It went wrong at the construction stage last night and when "closed" it looked like the only pincushion in the world with erectile dysfunction.

I took out a panel today and the whole segment pretty much fell to peaces [sp?] and then the fabric frayed past the outline/construction line and into the main body of the panel. The surrounding pasts are pretty much wrecked and now dissolving

[the spell check gave me "concussion" for cushion - I'm keeping it that way]

July 22nd, 2016

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nightcrawler: sleeping
I have an appointment with my Scary Brain Care Consultant next week and my brain is already beginning to stay up all night and churn through scenarios and my psychological issues and how they fit in along with the hard-core caffeine addiction which may be masking my pain levels.

Also: I really like today's t-shirt on tee-fury. Should I buy, kemusabe? http://www.teefury.com/ (the Addams one) Seriously, I was described as Wednesday Addams but gloomier at uni. (see psych issues above) I just wish I had the self-confidence.

ETA: now I am thinking about the House/Addams (sp?) fanfic.

(It's good - Cuddy had a rather rich uncle who paid her way through med-school...)

ETA Squared: Surprisingly hard to find --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3256089/1/House-and-Family

July 21st, 2016

Hey. I was gloming through my hard-drive: and found one file called "Another Quentin Thing Finished" and that was news to me. I thought the million variations of "My name is Quentin Quire and I.." sitting around in .txt files died at birth (or at least in two paragraphs) and while Quentin!speak is realllllllly fun getting it go anywhere is realllllly hard. This might explain how I have one monologue that is actually finished slipped my mind. Wether it is any good is up for debate (I haven't read it all yet) but anyways, I like writing "My name is Quentin Quire"s:

My name is Quentin Quire and I have Instagram in my brain. Though it shares space with the entire works of Shakespeare (including Love Labours Wonne - no I am not telling), every major chess match since the beginning of time (or at least since the begininng of nerds to write it down) and the words to Oklahoma. The other Oklahoma, the one that got me booted from my last school. I ...er decided to rewrite it and then I rewrote it over the one in the chorus's heads.

The icon is one of Quentin's more self-referentional t-shirts. Quentin's t-shirts are a good reason to read comics.
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