So I’m thinking of rekindling the ol’ blog... hasn’t been that long really, has it??
Being a Grouch is definitely a dirty job...Oscar rocks my socks =)
...and only Mike Rowe could get away with saying "I always wanted to go in the back door..." on Sesame Street...
...not that I'd expect anything less...
Why is it, when people want something from you they are on your back 24-7, even though you're doing your best to help, but the minute you need their help they are no where to be found? What is it with people?
What makes it worse is when the help you need from them, is for a project you are only doing to help them out in the first place. People are idiots. Selfish, self-obsessed, idiots.
If you haven't seen Dirty Jobs, with Mike Rowe....well, then you obviously sleep at night and aren't up at 3am watching the Discovery Max Channel...unlike me.
As the saying goes "It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it" - From cleaning up sewer explosions to sexing baby chickens, Mike Rowe has gotten his hands entire body, dirty with best of them, joining hard-working everyday men and women around the globe who earn an honest living doing the kinds of jobs that make civilized life possible for the rest of us.
It's the entire reason they invented Sky+ ...watch Mike Rowe on Dirty Jobs, 3am on DMAX, Sky channel 144.
*sigh* Well, I guess it's the end of a very long era as one of my beloved Ladies, dons some clothes, and decides to wind it up ='(
From www.bnlmusic.com:
A MESSAGE FROM BARENAKED LADIES
By mutual agreement, Steven Page will be parting company with the remaining members of Barenaked Ladies. Jim Creeggan, Kevin Hearn, Ed Robertson, and Tyler Stewart will continue recording and touring together as Barenaked Ladies. Steven Page will pursue solo projects including theatrical opportunities while the band enters the studio in April 2009, and hits the road in the fall.
Page says "These guys are my brothers. We've grown up together over the past twenty years. I love them and wish them all the best in the future."
The band also wish Steven well in all of his endeavors. Ed Robertson says: "It's the start of a new chapter for all of us. Here's to the future!"
Everyone is looking forward to making new music and thanks their fans for their support.
I know right now this is probably best for everyone concerned, but....it just won't be the same ='(
*gutted*
I cant believe it's been so long since I updated this thing last. Even that wasn't much of an update.
Well, to compensate, I've just added a Twitter box to the sidebar so you can see I'm still alive, and stalk me, even when I'm not around this so called Bloggersphere.
So what's been happening in the shiny life of I? Well...let me tell ya...
Since last we spoke, I've...won a new tv, moved to a Mac, lost 3 stone, watched CSI Vegas...yes...all of it, discovered Dirty Jobs and fallen in love with Mike Rowe's sarcastic witty banter, added 15 John Candy movies to my collection, started using Twitter, finally got to see Duke Special live, bought a new Camera, dyed my hair bright red (again), decided I got the wrong name on my Giants shirt, managed to have coffee with Lu...twice (she's illusive), remembered how much I love Cadbury Creme Eggs, remembered how much I love Matt, spent new years with some of my bestest friends, started drinking Diet Coke, rediscovered the local music scene, produced an entrance video for the Belfast Giants game nights, persuaded Odyssey staff to remove the 5 year old gum from my season seat, been forced to use iMovie, learned how to light an Aga, chipped a tooth, been let down by people, been let down by myself, panicked about everything, been proud of my work, stood up for myself, felt like I knew what I was doing, found a sleeping pattern...then promptly lost it again, cried at an episode of ER, realised peanutbutter & jelly is a good idea, found the whereabouts of the Doctor that helped save my life when I was 3, chickened out of contacting him, handed my memory over to a whiteboard checklist, been mesmerised by a Snow Dalek, interviewed Paul Sample in his Tighty Whities...twice, become addicted the HOTD games on Wii, managed to lose my season ticket...at home, became an Auntie 3 times, and found a new house.
So I think that's us up to date in a nutshell. Well, mostly anyways. Normal service should resume shortly.
It's all a bit of a dilemma.
Three screen-printed shirts that I swore I'd never buy...until they gave me a team full of names that I'd be proud to display on my back.
Yes, a team full. That's 18 names to pick from. This team is tipped to be the best Giants squad since the 3rd season when team captain Paul Kruse led us to Play-Off victory for the first and only time in Giants history.
Man, those were the days. Big personalities on and off the ice. I think that's a big part of what we've been missing for the last few years. The fun.
Last night could certainly be described as fun. Exhausting and stressful are also words that could be (and were) used...but definitely fun.
It was the first home game of the new season. New coach. New team. New year. New attitudes. New approach to everything.
Awesome.
Ok...I only want one shirt, so I guess it's gotta be the Black 'Season Ticket Holder Exclusive' 3rd jersey. And one name. It seems too soon to decide, but I should probably go with my gut on that, right?
With the final two signings for the 08-09 season roster announced this morning, GM Todd Kelman gives the shortest speech of his Belfast career...
So out of all the things that I had planned to do today, spending a few hours in the ER department of The Mater Hospital was not one of them.
But of course my body, or more specifically, my heart, had other ideas.
It's not the first time either. Last November I had just returned to my seat for the 3rd period of a Giants game when out of nowhere my heart starts dancing at 196 beats per minute. Was this a particularly exciting game you may ask...as did the doctors...but no, as I told them in the ER it was a rather dull mid-afternoon jog up and down a hockey rink whilst Ed Courtenay practised his passing skills with the other team. Had I been drinking? Nope. Not a drop. I mean we were losing the game, but Matt had just handed me a bag of Minstrels so life wasn't all that bad.
And today? Well... I sat down. Yep, that's what I did right before it happened this afternoon.
I hadn't been doing anything. Besides eating lunch. Neighbours had just finished and I figured I better head back to my desk. Now, granted, it's their annual cliffhanger week, but really - the thought of Libby dying in an old abandoned warehouse / come dance party venue just doesn't keep me up at night. Honestly.
Today I had just 'sat down'. And unless you count the only common denominator of 'sitting' - once again, it's onset was entirely random. Thankfully however, Today, I knew what I was dealing with.
That night in November, I had been diagnosed with a condition known as SVT. Supraventricular tachycardia. I've included the link to the Wikipedia article, but in short, it's rapid heart palpitations that can last anywhere from a few minutes up to a few days...tho I'm guessing it would be best never to let it run that long. No, the doctor told me at the time, if it ever happened again and didn't feel like it was stopping any time soon, to come straight back in. So that's what I did.
It had been going for about 20mins before I called Matt. I had tried all the methods that the Heart Specialist had showed me to regulate it and it just wasn't working. When we arrived at the Mater they swung me straight into Resus. It had been going for around 45mins by this time and after an ECG or two and some various other tests, they shot me with a dose of Adenosine which had nipped it in the bud the last time. Basically what that does in this case is slow the flow through the AV node of the heart to reset the rhythm. Or in other words, it rebooted me.
It's the most bizarre feeling in the world. Feeling like your whole system is grinding to a halt. Then as fast as that happens, everything kicks in again. The nurses all referred to it as "the injection of doom". Lol. Yeh, good job I'd had it before...you, um, really don't want the patient to panic whilst they have a BPM of 212! =P
Anyways, a couple more hours, a few more tests, some oxygen and a bag of saline later and I was feeling much better. I was still a little dizzy, but well enough to be let home.
So here I am. Still finding little sticky ECG pads stuck in random places on my body. Seriously, check out the photo of the bounty so far! I mean, how many do they need?? =/ lol
It's been a long day.
I didn't get the new Gtv edited. I didn't get to the bank. I didn't get Play-off supplies. I didn't get, well, anything done that I had originally set out to do.
But...I did get complimented on my She-Ra t-shirt by almost every member of ER staff. Oh yes. It rocks ;o)
Incidentally, Matt has never heard of an inappropriate time to take a photo. And you guys think I'm bad? =P
From ELITE League Forum:
http://www.eliteleague.co.uk/forum/showthread.php?t=24665
(click to zoom)
Well, if he wasn't the real George, the makeup was pretty damn good! lol
...wonder who they thought it was?! =/
...answers on a postcard....
*sigh*
Its scenes like this that make me seriously miss Third Watch:
Meh. Maybe one day they'll release seasons 2 - 6 on dvd, but in the meantime I wish FX would start running it again...perhaps from top to bottom this time...none of this getting to the middle of the 3rd season then starting all the way from the beginning again nonsense, eh guys?
Currently listening to:
Track: About Love
Artist: Minus Ted
Album: Hope & Damage Revisited
Finally I managed to battle my way through the 'advanced procrastination' that had been plaguing me all weekend, to serve up the last GTV of the 07/08 regular season.
Here's to the Play-offs boys!
I was just reading Shinys LJ. It seems we're taking our "sharing a brain" thing to the next level.
We're now past the 'finishing each others sentences' and 'saying the same things at exactly the same time' ...now were even having the same moods when we're nowhere near each other. Eesh.
Yeh, so, unmotivation seems to be today's theme.
Seriously, there are so many things I was determined to do today. So many things I really wanted to do....but I just couldn't bring myself to do any of them. It was like a repelling force.
I'm even surprised I'm blogging.
...but of course, that wasn't on my list.
Meh.
The one thing I did manage to though, was yell at Sky. No, not the telly box...the customer service department of the company.
Ok, not in person. They won't speak to me, I'm not the account holder, so by email. But considering my dad couldn't get anyone to speak to him without passing him on to another department...by email was the best anyone could do.
So anyways, just before Christmas we took the "recommend a friend" deal from them - we recommended someone for Sky+ ...and when they take out the contract, we both receive a free Sky+ box. Great. Except the friend got theirs before Christmas, and we cant even get someone to decide which department we need to speak to in order to get the damn engineer booked to come out in the first place. It was hard enough for them to even give us our special code to quote for the free box. They had first tried to fob us off with M&S vouchers. Um, no...that wasn't the deal mate.
Seriously, I am actually wondering if this is just some big ploy in order to gain new customers and alienate existing ones...after all, they have our subscription already. It must be 13 years or so since we first got Sky in. Freaking ridiculous.
Meh.
Thanks to everyone who helped out with this...
...and yes, I think I'm funny =P
Paul Moran (aka Mopes) of the Belfast Giants - uncut and definitely a little unhinged, singing "The Bad Touch" by The Bloodhound Gang at the Belfast Giants Official Supporters Club "Stars in Their Eyes" event...
