Author: Lou

Um. I’ve done something to my right forefinger….. it hurts right on the joint. Ow! Not making typing or mouse-clicking easy….. but mind you, too much of that is probably what’s wrong in the first place. It’s probably a good thing that I’ll be computer-free for a few days, now. Mustn’t forget to go no-mail on mailing lists, though. Don’t want to come back to 5000 mails……

I feel somewhat happier today…… I lost all the files I was still working on yesterday, you see. Cue depression and ‘oh god I’ve got to do it all again’. Somehow stuff got overwritten and was non-recoverable. Argh!! But anyway, I’ve started again. Ho hum. Oh, and when I suggested cancelling my N3K ticket to B, he told me I *had* to go, and he wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t. Let’s hope I can scrape the money together, then.

Ugh….. nauseous. Probably my own fault for eating a load of Brasil nuts and notalot else for brekkie. D’oh. I’d better go and find something a bit better to have. Something soothing.

Ooo, ooo, ooo, I’ve got a good one! This is my fave search referral so far:
bin bag bondage pic
*Falls about laughing* That made my night. (And also, WTF???)

I’m off down south on Thursday morning (at the charming hour of 6.30am) to visit family and friends. My mum has a whooooole load of stuff for me to sort out (oh, yay) while I’m down there. Called Alison and Clara last night and arranged to meet up with them – haven’t seen them since before I moved up here, so that’ll be cool. :-) So I’ll be offline til Monday – won’t even be able to read my mail on the web cos B will still be at home and downloading it with his. Whoosh. Still, I’d better get used to it – I’m away for 2 weekends in June at the convention things. I feel I should be hugely excited about those, and in a way I am, but I’m disappointed too, cos Barry should be going, but now he’s not because we can’t both afford it. :-( It was our only holiday this year, too. Stupid bloody money. I know the con’ll be fun, but I’ll feel bad for having a good time and meeting all the guests without B – it’d be different if he’d decided not to go because he didn’t want to. I don’t know, maybe I should cancel my ticket too, and just go to the Wolverhampton and Glasgow events. I don’t know what to dooooooooooooo!

Official Monster Raving Loony Party webpage. Only £12 a year to join – whoohoo!

Anji, really. Poor little donkeys. Suits them much better anyway. Surely you didn’t think this site was called after a type of food?……

enchilada
hippie webrings
intranet template dreamweaver
Sadly, I know where all of those came from. Well, apart from ‘template dreamweaver’. But why would someone be searching online for an enchilada? Cos it’s not like you could eat it. Assuming, that is, that there isn’t someone else in the world who uses ‘enchilada’ to refer to beach donkeys. Maybe there is. If we get 10,000, will it become an official religion definition?

Anji, I actually was going to mention you – before I actually knew you, and I’d just seen your name on the Spike Girls page and all that, I assumed that Judy was actually your real name. Cos you didn’t *always* present her as a psycho vampire ‘ho…. it’s wasn’t til I got to know you that I found out she was a character. And yes, I thought you were older that you are, too – perhaps cos of the name, but mainly because of your writing….. I would have said you were at least 16 or 17, and this was at least 2 years ago.

This is so adorable…. I’m sorry, it just is.

I think I’ll vote Monster Raving Loony. I like the idea of the country being run by a pub landlord and a cat. Oh come on, it’s got to be better than Bush-ye-younger…. (although, since I’m even more ignorant of American politics than I am of British ones, I could be wrong). Anyway, Raving Loony Manifesto:
Transport: All drivers will be given a horse in case of fuel crises. Boy racers must drive Reliant Robins.
Europe: Close the Channel Tunnel, bring back imperial measures and declare Britain a tax haven. Failing that, become the 51st state of America.
Hunting: Only one dog will be allowed per fox in a bid to make the sport fairer.
Health: Free supplies of the anti-impotency drug Viagra for everyone over 69.
Culture: Replace the national anthem with “Do the Funky Gibbon” by 1970s comedians, The Goodies.
Sport: Supporting Manchester United football club will be an offence if you live south of Crewe in Cheshire.

The other day, I saw a link (on the front page of Blogger as it happens), about a blog owner who had recently died. I followed the link, read the last few posts of the blog, thought how sad it was…. and then went away and got on with my own life. I don’t think I thought of it again until I read a post to a completely unrealated mailing list I was on. One of the members clearly had been following this blog for some time, and she had posted to the list because she was feeling upset and disillusioned…. because it turns out that the deceased blog owner had apparantly not really existed at all in the first place. There are a couple of looooooong threads on Metafilter about it if you want the gory details. It’s all very strange. It doesn’t bother me personally, since I hadn’t heard of the girl before I saw the first link, but it looks like a fair few people are upset.

What I actually found interesting was the number of other ‘fake’ online journals that were cited. I haven’t, to my knowledge, come across one of these before, but it doesn’t surprise me at all that they exist. After all, it’s not that hard to do in an environment like the internet – what proof is there that I’m who I say I am? Yes, there are some people that know that I am (Hi Megs! *g*), but there must be a lot more that don’t. Though come to think of it, it would probably be fairly easy to find out my details….. but then, maybe I’ve taken on the persona of someone else who is real…… (and kiiiiiiilled them…… mwahahahahah.). But the thing is, on the internet, it’s pretty much traditional to disguise your identity with nicknames/handles. I do it – in fact, until relatively recently, I never mentioned publicly online that my name is Louise. Lots of people know it, but even those I now know in real life have been known to call me Soul’ to my face. And I even answer to it. *g*

Not long after I started my first (‘proper’) website in winter ’98/’99, I came across a site called The Realms of Darkness, which at the time was dedicated to Spike & Dru from Buffy. It was run by two girls called Sharyl and Sarah, and I emailed them to tell them how much I loved the site, had a reply and a short dialogue ensued. I linked them, they linked me, I was surprised to discover they’re German – their English is perfect and I’d assumed they were in the states from the site, which was up to date with the then ‘current’ episodes of the show. A few months later, I started Spiked & Skewered, and joined their Spikeaholics club, and we started chatting more often. I think it was me who told them about James Marsters going to Nocturnal 2K, sometime in the autumn of ’99, and at any rate, we all booked tickets. When they came over to London in November-ish, we met up, had a meander around then went back to my flat for a Spike-fest – it was excellent fun, and we got on really well. By this time, I think, they had gradually started using the net handles of Noxy and Luna, respectively. But anyway, we kept in touch fairly regularly over the next few months, sent Christmas cards and packages and all that, and then I suppose about a year ago, or just over, I had an email from Sharyl/Noxy, in which she said she felt she finally had to come clean…… her name wasn’t really Sharyl. I felt a bit silly – I had always assumed that because it was a real name, that it was her real one, even though it wasn’t very German. D’oh!! So anyway, I replied that it didn’t matter at all, and jokingly asked if Sarah wasn’t really called Sarah either. Not long after, Sarah mailed me. Guess what? D’oh, d’oh, d’oh!!!! She actually thought I wouldn’t be able to pronounce her real name properly, but a singing teacher I had at one point was called the same thing, so it wasn’t a problem. So why hadn’t they told me when we first met up? Well, because they felt silly. “Hi, we’re Sharyl and Sarah….. except….. umm….. we’re not.” See? They were a bit worried I’d be upset or offended, I think, but I wasn’t at all – thing is, even though I didn’t know their real names for a while, I knew/know them, and that’s what counts. And I spose that’s why I don’t mind being called Soul’ – it’s just a nickname, and it’s still me.

As per usual, I’ve done something that wasn’t on my list of stuff to do next. *g* So, Enchilada Sunrise (the ‘front end’ of this site) now has something actually there….. not a lot, but something. And Con Woman has moved over here and has a new design courtesy of Megs. Whoohoo! Now, to get on with something I’m actually *supposed* to be doing…….

At last I have some odd search results. My life is complete. *g*
alien theme clocks
hot pants enchilada
buffy+red+pvc+trousers
Picture of enchilada
far sight cartoon
sunrise videos
trousers shiny girls pics
alien posters

Right then.

Be nice – give some water, food, and a bit more safety to some people/places that need it. Go on, it’s free to do.

Anji, good luck with the funeral. They’re horrible and upsetting, but kind of carthetic at the same time – they can be a good way to say goodbye. I guess that’s part of the point. And don’t worry about the song – it’s good that it’s one you like. I hope Mary Lauren liked it too. When my friend Shelley died when we were at school, one of the songs we sang at her funeral was “The Rhythm of Life”, which had been one of her faves. Even though the song might make you sad when you hear it in future, it’ll also be reminding you of your friend, and that can’t be a totally bad thing. :-) Ummm…. and on a less serious note, you think I had an interesting few days? Damn, must’ve missed them. *g* But what made you think I washed stuff by hand? Nooooo, I sent B to his parents’ place to use their washing machine, and saved this rest til ours arrived. Heheheh. There are no laundrettes because, I assume, the town we live in is ‘nice’, and has no student population that I know of, so I guess no-one has needed one. *shrugs*

I’m really not confident that this entry is going to publish, cos Blogger is having a bit of a spasm recently. But anyway, I can save it and publish later on. Of course, I’ve forgotton what I was going to say, now. Oh well.

Stuff is weird. I’ve come to that conclusion today. Specifically, on the bus on the way to work this morning (so I should probably bear in mind that I’m not really at my best at 7.30am on a Sunday). But anyway, weird stuff. On the way into town, there is a whole row of shops that seem to be in another country altogether. Somewhere in mainland Europe, I think. And then there’s this nice large-ish building which is apparantly the Welly Club (why is there a club for wellies? Or is it welly wearers?!?!). And the fact that the Hull Daily Mail building is next door to a Pawnbrokers and an ‘Adult’ shop. Oh yeah, and the bloke sunbathing in the bus station. On the pavement. All very strange. Or maybe that’s just me?

Did I mention that we got our washing machine? No more having to go to B’s parents’ house on the other side of town to wash stuff (cos no, there aren’t any laundrettes! Unbelievable), which is good. Ummm….. and I’ve found another domain name I want. I’m also considering buying my name domains. But of course, I won’t be able to do anything for the next few months, cos I need to save every penny if I’m going to be able to make it to Nocturnal. Eeep!!

Ummm…… didn’t publish earlier. Tcha. I’ll try again now, then.

Geuch. The 7.15 train was cancelled this morning….. I just wish there was some way of finding out if the train has been cancelled before leaving the fricking house. I could’ve done stuff at home instead of sitting around on the platform. We finally got a washing machine yesterday, and I did a whoooole load of washing last night that I could’ve hung out on the line…… and I’m turning into my mother. Damn. Oh yeah, and as a final blow this morning, Megs totally shunned me by choosing to wait on the other platform for the 8.00 train…. *dramatic sob* ;-)

It’s a gorgeous day today…. but there’s something I don’t understand. Or at least, I spose I do understand it, but it just seems so…. daft. It’s people who step outside on a day like this, in the beautiful fresh air, and promptly light up a fag. Yes, I *know* it’s an addiction, but it’s just so bizarre when you could be breathing lovely clean spring air, to choose to breathe smoke instead. Maybe I’m overly enthusiastic about the whole fresh air thing, cos I’m really appreciating it since I moved from London, now that I can breathe comfortably again. Ho hum.

I dyed my hair – I know have red roots, and black/brown/red rest-of-hair. Heh. And I fixed the problem with my form, all by myself (I’m so proud). And now, of course, I’ve hit the big solid wall that is Outlook-being-a-bastard. *sigh* It seems to have a word limit (165 characters to be precise) on the amount of body text it’ll display. Gah!! I need to get it working!

Didn’t write anything in the end, but I have finally added all the new members to the UKBAWC. Actually, to my surprise, by the time I’d weeded out the duplicates (from a little mail server glitch) and the duds (from people clearly not being able to read plain English), there were only 30 to add. Well, I say only – there were 76 members before, so relatively, that’s a lot. *g* I’ve decided to change [dot]Nu Too? to include sites on envy.nu and virtue.nu and see how it goes from there. Eternal… Literally is next on the list to be tarted up. Though I really do want to get Soulstar Design done, and get the fanfic and graphics sites revamped. Arrgghh….

I am soooo tempted to start a Tabitha fan site. Or maybe a Tab/Allen site….