Monday, 28 March 2016

Musical Monday #98

I started Musical Monday three years ago because I was sad and I discovered that music and particularly musical numbers could balm my sad at least temporarily, and since Mondays are often the hardest day of the week, I wanted to share some balm. 

So with the return of Musical Monday on something of a more regular basis than it has been in quite some time, I have decided to share what isn’t technically a musical number, but it involves both music and dance so is going to count, because it is from one of my COMFORT films. 

Comfort films are less fattening and more heart-warming than comfort food. 

I am pleased to say I am not at all sad these days but this film was there for me when I was very, very sad and I love it for that.


Cry To Me from The Man From U.N.C.L.E.


Sunday, 27 March 2016

Goggles

A few years back, I gave Second Life a go, thinking it would be like a version of The Sims (which I am completely addicted to) that I could actually get inside.

Of course it is nothing like that at all.  I quickly became unbelievably bored.  

The main appeal was in creating my avatar, because I was able to design it to look fairly accurately like my favourite of my own fictional creations The Shovel, down to the grey skin and over-sized eyes.  

This was immediately thwarted however because I had to pick a gender, and The Shovel is one of a race of beings who are gender-neutral.  

In fact, the only good that came of the brief dip into Second Life as The Shovel was in finding a pair of goggles, which I believe were from an 11th Doctor costume.



And I realised that antique/steampunk goggles are the greatest thing in the universe and that the life won’t be complete without them.

Oh well.





Friday, 25 March 2016

Nightshifts

I used to work two jobs.  Then one of the jobs told me I had to work nightshifts.  So I was working dayshifts at one job and then working nightshifts at the other and sleeping… right, I knew I forgot something.

Driving home in the morning was terrifying.


There’s a reason they say don’t drive tired.

   



Have you ever worked nightshifts?

Tuesday, 22 March 2016

Moving House

Moving house is one of the most stressful upheavals we willingly inflict on ourselves, and repeatedly too.  No matter how much you plan to plan, to sort everything before you pack so you only take what you really want, to pack things neatly and orderly and logically, with labels for each room, and have it all ready days before the actual moving date, come the night before, it’s still not finished and you’re chucking handfuls of any old crap into any old bag. 


Because no matter how hard you try, you’re still working two jobs and you’re knackered when you’re not and you own more than you could ever imagine and once things are packed, confined to one room, there’s nowhere to put it except on top of the stuff you haven’t packed yet, and there’s never enough time



and then under all the pressure, you just



lose your mind.