Gosh
There are new things in a tool-bar-y type way as I'm typing. Justification and all that. I sound woefully sad, but it's usually the case that I haven't blogged for so long that I have a Marvin moment when I notice all the things which happen whilst I've been away. I shall try and resist the urge to play with it all. But I may not manage.
Sorry...
Now I think it's time for some fun things (it being a Friday evening), so I'd urge anyone into consumer durables to go and have a look at http://funfurde.blogspot.com/. I want a lot of things on there, but in particular the pony. I suspect I don't have the room though...
Now that I've learned to use colour, I think I may go to the drinks where I'm meant to be now!
A blog a day helps you work, rest, and play
I suspect that dates me to many, as some people who read this may not remember the seminal advert from which this quotation is ripped. Ho hum.
I remembered the birthday of a very good friend of mine a few weeks ago. I am not generally good at remembering friends' birthdays - I either remember them when it is rather too early to do anything about them, or the day after. Still it was an important birthday for this friend - a zero birthday. I spoke to her on Thursday - the birthday eve. - and we were not even allowed to mention the b word. So I'd like to say here, to the whole world that I meant it when I said that she could easily pass for 10 years younger (though perhaps not quite as young as me!), and that zero birthdays really do only mean that you are one day older than you were the day before.
Here's where I sound pathetic
But no-one makes any comments, and I'm beginning to think that I may be a sad and lonely cyber-geek, in whose on-line ramblings no-one is interested. Which may, of course, be the case, but I'd like to encourage everyone to leave a comment (even if it's abusive)...
Laugh a minute...
That's me.
I'm supervising someone at work on one of their cases, and it's driving her mad. Seriously irritated. I said today that I thought my role in the proceedings was to make everyone laugh, and, worryingly, she agreed. And I thought I was taken seriously. Fat chance.
I quite like supervising people though. But I find it quite hard to lose the knack of wanting to do it myself, because it would be quicker to do myself than explain how to. Still, those I supervise now are not nearly as irritating as the woman I used to work with who used to come and ask my opinion on something, and, if it wasn't what she wanted to hear, argue. V. v. irritating.
Alas and alack
Alack is one of those words that never get used without alas, isn't it? Rather like kith. And I've never been sure whether kith has any autonymous meaning, or whether, in fact, it means exactly the same as kin. In which case, what is it's point?
But that was all an aside from the woe-is-me-self-flagellating-I-haven't-blogged-again-for-so-long moan. But perhaps you can take that as read? After all, I've said it enough!
I think the thing about blogging is that I very rarely that much I want to share with the public. And by definition everyone who reads my blog is "public" (if indeed anyone does!). There may be things that I would write here if the people I know read it didn't, but likewise things I would tell them which I wouldn't tell other people. All in all, it makes for a very confusing audience. I'm not quite sure who it is that I write for; whether this is in fact a diary, or some complex method of keeping in touch. If the former, then I'm consciously holding back at times, and if the latter, then I'm getting no feedback from you guys by way of comments.
All in all, however, my lack of blogging prowess does lead me to wonder if I should be doing NaNoWriMo in November. All the more so since I've signed up for a Distance Learning LLM, which will take two years, and lots of dosh. In addition to all this, my boss clearly wants me to take on lots of management stuff, and possibly a job like his. I'm just not sure whether I want to be any higher up the management tree than I am now (which is fairly low). I'm not sure I'm cut out for it. Which is very different from saying that I'm not sure that I could do it. At the risk of being big-headed, I'm sure I could do it. I'm just not too sure I want to. It's all a bog responsibility, and I'm not sure I want to give up that much of my life. I like my time at home with hubby and cats, and I can see that that time would get gradually eroded away.
Bah.
Anyway, it's all a far cry from the beginning of the year when I didn't have any work to do at all. Now I have tons of work to do, but not all of it is legal work. So I think I'm feeling a little unsettled. Hurumph.
Had enough of this post now. Too serious. Must go. Baksun.
