Yes, I’m still alive, thanks for the comments / emails asking where I am. I’m still here, but as most of you know, things are a bit shitty at the moment, so I’m not blogging or taking photos. This would also explain, for those who care, the lack of updates on flickr – this would appear what most people are concerned about!

Pretty much everyone who reads this knows what’s going on, and the reason behind the lack of updates since October (when all this started happening). If you don’t, drop me an email or something.

You know, it’s just been a crap few days, and October’s always a shit month, so I’ll probably not be blogging much in the near future. Yes, even less than usual!

The past few months at work have been OK, but it’s now the silly period, and it’s even sillier than usual. I could go into details, but as the Facebook Grass (the “person” who grasses up lowly employees to the higher management should they even breathe a word of truth about our place of employment) is doing his/her thing again, I’ll just say one thing. “LOL”.

Mind you, I don’t think many people at work actually read this site any more, so I could sit here and blurt the whole thing out. It’s pure pantomime stuff, it really is.

Tonight, however, I’m going to hopefully forget about the whole fucking place, and let my hair down, for I shall be attening The Studio tonight, to watch a few local bands play, including Accidents By Design and the almighty Infernus. Should be a good night.

Back to the subject of blogging, I have completed blogging about that stupid sodding hard drive. It works, that’s the end of it. Therefore, the other morning, after another shocking 12-hour shift, I came home and decided to write a blog about music. I’d been listening to one of my favourite tracks, and decided I’d write an indepth blog about what I liked about it. Only thing was, I’d written an identical blog 18 months ago, and didn’t realise until I’d just about finished it.

ironically, that previous post also gives details about hard drive upgrade problems I’d been having around that time.

Anyway, because I’m not going to waste an hour’s worth of typing, here’s the post in its entirety..

I’ve had a shit day at work today, so you’ll have to forgive me for having one of my “ooooh, a song I like, and how I came about it” blogs.

It turned out that for the purpose of using it as a TV theme, it was sped up by approximately 10%. I think I prefer the original, slower version.

I’ve just noticed that this post contains more swearies than any I’ve written for a long time. Ah well, never mind, eh?

EDIT: Ooooh, I do like these edits. Missed out a quote mark which meant that the first section of text was missing. Quickly fixed, so sorry if the post didn;t make much sense originally.

One of the things that frustrates me more than anything as a blogger is the things you can and can’t say. And, I know as a reader, it can’t be much fun reading vague descriptions of the things that are currently on my mind. Yes, I’m aware that there’s the freedom of speech, and I’d love to be able to log in here and spend the next two hours about how I think a certain pack of people are an absolutely stunning bunch of c__ts, but me typing the whole of that C word, and the rant that would follow would serve no purpose than to cause more trouble.

And, for once, I’m NOT actually talking about work. I’m talking about an organisation which I have belonged to for the past 11 years, and Daddykins has belonged to for much longer. In fact, there’s been a running joke about how my birth disrupted a meeting of such organization.

I’m sure i’ll secretly write a blog post, yet never publish it, with my full feelings on this matter, and I assure you, I will be using the C word many more times.

Unfortunately, this whole situation means that I will more than likely lose touch with quite a few people who I count as friends, and disappear even further into my cold, lonely, introverted shell.

I got even worse news later on in the night. FML, as all the cool kids say.

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.

I’ve not posted much over the last month or so. I really have had nothing worthwhile to blog about. Nothing at all has inspired me. Nothing has stirred my enthusiasm enough to blog about.

Work is dominant in my thoughts, and as you know, I don’t talk about that place.

In second place is my bed. It seems that when I’m not in work, all I want to do is sleep, and that’s what I have been doing recently in great quantities. Probably more than what is natural.

My place of employment is, once again, getting me down. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones, as I still have a job in this time of economic turmoil. There have been no redundancies, or even talk about them.

But, for how long….

(P.S. I can almost picture Chad’s comment now. Three words… Please don’t bother.)