Argh! Say something, damn you!
Right, OK. I know it’s been a while. A good three weeks since my last actual “real” posting, and the first since my move to the new server.
So, you’re probably all gasping to hear what type of exciting shenannegans I’ve gotten up to within that time? The answer? None. Definitely nothing worth blogging about anyway. I’ve not even been motivated enough to type up any “filler” posts. And, as for going out photographing stuff, well, the camera hasn’t been past the front gates of Mercuryvapour Towers in sebveral weeks. I took loads of photos of the daffodils that managed to grow in the front garden this year (we got six!), but once you’ve seen one photo of them, you’ve seen them all. I’ll just let them sit there until the memory card starts to lose its data, or (much, much) more likely, that I accidentally format it (or delete all of the photos from it) while drunk.
Hmm, I appear to be having a bit of a bracket thing going on today. ((((((((Hnnnnngh, that’s better)))))))).
The only thing remotely exciting that’s happened is that we have a new initiate to the family. No, I’m not pregnant, but over the last few weeks, there’s been (what I assume) a blackbird roosting in the wash house. Now, you may be remember, for those who watched my vlogs, what I once filmed an entire episode in the wash house. Behind the camera is a large book case fastened to the wall. I was originally planning to use it for parts of my streetlighting collection, but before I had to have chance to move all of the tat that had accumulated on there, I found this…
Yes, that was the begining of a birds nest. Over the coming days, I kept sticking my head around the door to see if the nest had gotten any bigger. Indeed it had, and imagine my surprise when I stuck my head around the door on Saturday night, to see the bird sat on the nest keeping the eggs warm, totally unphased by my prescence.
Unfortunately, the friendliness between ourselves and the bird came to an abrupt end, when she got locked out of the wash house on Sunday night, as the wash house door became shut while the bird was absent. Obviously, it has to be left slightly open so it can go out and feed. Daddykins tried to blame me, until I pointed out that I’d been at work for most of Sunday, and certainly won’t have been anywhere in the vicinity. The cheek!
Either way, once the door was eventually reopened, the bird frantically flew in, and ended up in the house. Daddykins had to grab it and take it out of the house. I don’t think it’d have enjoyed it much.
He said that since he’d done that, the bird hadn’t been back to the nest, but when I went out of the back, it was there, though it flew out as soon as I went anywhere in the vacinity. At least it returned to the nest.
I’ll keep you updated on this, but you never know, there may be the… er, clattering of tiny beaks shortly.
You’ll all be glad to know that work has been one of the things, once again interfering with my life, and causing no end of chew. New systems that are infinitely less usable than the old ones, were at the forefront of my mind when I wrote “I have not felt this low for a long time.” on my twitter.
Narrowly avoiding a 13-page rant about work at the minute, I shall change the subject back to why I haven’t blogged. I think it finally hit home how pointless this blog really is a week or two back.
Chris had came round for the first time in what seemed like ages, which was always a welcome bonus. Mucky beer was consumed as always. He said he hasn’t read my website in months. Charming! He actually asked if I’d won on the Grand National! Taken aback, I pressed his face against the monitor and forced him to read the entire post until he knew it BETTER THAN THE BACK OF HIS HAND.
OK, I wasn’t quite as extreme as that. Actually, I hate telling someone to read my blog, especially when I could have just told him, but I was tired, and couldn’t be arsed to explain what was already stored on my site.
It made me realise the futility of it all, and it made me realise that if it isn’t interesting to my mates, then who is it interesting to? That one thought alone made me take blogging into stock, and whether it’s something I want to take any further, and just typing that previous sentence has filled my mind full of conflicting arguments.
(edit) This post became a bit of an extended rant about blogging in general, and isn’t really relevant, so has been removed for now. Instead, I shall use it another day when I’m less tired than what I am now.
