7th October, 2008 (7:36 pm)
The Day With All the Offense (10)
Doesn’t matter which direction I look in, I’m being offended from both sides today. Can you believe that article on how to ‘deal’ with your girl once she’s ‘let herself go’? Or those adverts? Fuck you, assholes. I don’t buy Pantene but if I did, I’d stop right here. Please - do the same. NOTHING should encourage the advertisers into believing that these deeply offensive campaigns even remotely work.
Also, my employers fucked over my work BFF, failing to give him a job he not only deserved, but would absolutely kick ass at - a role working to me. I was still shaking with anger half an hour after finding out that he didn’t get it. I know I’m biased but wtf - a blind chimp could see that he’s too talented for the job he’s in. Now he’s going to find a better job elsewhere, quit, and tell them to kiss his ass - and that’ll suck. Who else will I have lunch with? :(
I know I’m typing shit, randomly venting, and no-one cares about my Konami rant either. Clearly still gunkified, aren’t I? :p Tell me - what’s new with you? Good weekend? Get laid?
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4th October, 2008 (11:30 am)
The Day I Hated Konami (6)
I hate Konami.
I don’t really. Obviously. They gave the world two of my favourite games series of all time - Silent Hill and Metal Gear - but wtf, the arsing about with the PAL release of Silent Hill: Homecoming has just been farcical. One minute it’s aligned with the US release, the next it’s a week later, the next it’s after fucking Christmas. JUST GIVE ME A DATE YOU BASTARDS. It’s bad enough knowing that my US friends have already ripped the shrink-wrap off of this gorgeous, gross little game, but it’s worse still not to know when I’m going to get the chance to do the same. As I type this, Amazon UK aren’t even listing the game (least not when you search for ’silent hill’ anyways - but then Amazon aren’t overly reliable with game releases), whereas Play.com states 31st October. That seems to be the date sported by most sites, but it pisses me off that I don’t actually know . . . and I’ll kill myself if I get my heart set on the 31st only to find the game pushed back again.
I’ve put in my pre-order for Dead Space though, so I should be kicking the shit out of corpses and aliens within a fortnight. I know I’ve oversold this game to death but seriously - when did I ever lie to you? Didn’t I tell you that the Bee Movie sucked? See - I’d never lie to you. And this game is awesome. Char believes me - you should too.
Methinks that all this senseless zombie killing may be good for my bad gunky - I could do with some cathartic ass-kicking.
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1st October, 2008 (8:12 pm)
The Day With the News (9)
M started a new job today. Same place and it’s shift work, but it’s (much) more money, more experience for him and a great opportunity. Pluses outweigh the minuses. Good Times.
He accepted the position in July but it’s taken them this long to sort everything out and release the shift pattern. For two weeks they’re all on days as they complete training and get into the new regime, but after that they start the day/night rotation. His is the one shift that falls over Christmas Eve night AND Christmas Day night. AND then New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day (when we’re usually in Brighton). So S and I will effectively be spending Christmas alone. Bad - no wait, shitty, awful, SHIT - Times.
This news is doing nothing to ease the bad gunky.
Updated: Just re-read this and realised how ungrateful I sound. He works in manufacturing, so the fact that he has a job at all should be enough for me to shut the fuck up. Ignore me. Am just a miserable twat lately.
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30th September, 2008 (6:27 pm)
The Day With the Sadness (10)
I’ve been a bit of a funk lately. Let’s call it bad gunky: it’s not being emo exactly because I’m 32 and, obviously, far too mature to permit myself to wallow around in black clothes and thick eyeliner, tearfully relating to every wallow-y song in my iTunes library. And I’ve had a good couple of weekends - fun nights out with friends, lots of dancing and alcohol, and a wonderful evening with our friends from France who stayed with us last Saturday. But being married is just not remotely fun right now, work is simultaneously getting me down and getting on my tits, and - as my Twitter will attest - I’m having to choke back the urge to just jump into the car and drive until I run out of fuel and never look back. I’m sick of being ill, sick of my girlie bits eating me from the inside out and sick of . . . well, other stuff that involves family that I can’t write about here. I’m starting to get stupid and obsessive about food again - my number one anxiety cue - and that’s never good. It feels like I’m itching all over and just can’t scratch hard enough to make it go away.
We all know that this is not a happy place to be. And we all know that I’m a flake, and I’m stupid, and this will all blow over, possibly following a cake-like treat or a perfect bar of Galaxy. But for now I’m sad, and I don’t like being sad. Although I am by nature stroppy and confrontational and kind of terrifying, I’m not naturally sad. So I don’t like feeling like this at all.
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25th September, 2008 (8:30 am)
The Day With the Cheesecake. Again. (13)
As it’s the national MacMillian Coffee Morning tomorrow and - as well you know - I can bake but cannot cook, I’ve decided to whip up my Five Steps to the Perfect Strawberry Cheesecake (I know - the recipe isn’t there anymore. How annoying is that?). And because Teesee, Sharon and I have been swapping recipes like grannies over a garden fence, I figured I’d contribute this one. Enjoy!
You Will Need:
12 Digestive biscuits
3 tablespoons of butter
500g of mascarpone cheese
1 cup of strawberries (it’s not an exact science and depends upon how much you like s’berries)
50g icing sugar
You Will Need To:
1. Crush digestives with mallet/rolling pin until only fine crumbs remain;
2. Melt butter in pan. Stir in biscuit crumbs until it is all coated with butter;
3. Leave to cool. Then squash base into the bottom of a greased bake tin with loose bottom. Press down tightly with back of metal spoon;
4. Squash the strawberries into mush (this is a good recipe for anger management). Add icing sugar, and then the mascarpone cheese. Mix well. Add to top of biscuit base, spreading evenly;
5. Leave in fridge for an hour or two . . . or for however long you can bear to wait.
Let me know if you make it with a picture or two and a commentary on what you think! Hmmm. I want cheesecake for breakfast now . . .
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