Days like this don't come often, but when they do arrive, they have a nasty habit of coming in a long series. I am suffering of an acute syndrome that I call 'The Ireland Blues'. It won't kill me, not just yet, but a longer exposure to it might lead to packing up & getting the first available flight to Dublin/Belfast/Cork/Shannon, Ireland.
Saturday I made the huge mistake of cooking Glens of Antrim Irish Stew and watching Michael Collins on the DVD... Bollox! Ever since it has been a steady downhill and I know there has got to be a bottom but it sure seems to be far, far, far down there somewhere.

Not so much bad that there aren't any good, I got my new site working fairly easily. *knocks wood* So, addy is new, all the rest pretty much the same. I love my Qui-Gon lay too much to dump it right away. Sorry. I make the calls here and if you don't like it, you can always get up and go home. *grins*

Renny-Alexander goes to denial.

02/02/04

Apparently I do not need to leave home before something unexpected happens...
Last night I am watching telly & suffering from a writers block (AKA fear of a white paper), thinking how the story goes on, fidgeting with my mobile when I get a message. Nothing strange about it, nor that it is from someone I don't know, I have like 300 collegues (True!) and I am thinking that maybe someone wants to change shifts with me, which is fine. The real surprise comes as I read the message. This is what it says: "congratulatios to the parents of a babygirl" from some couple I don't know. In fact, I don't have any friends by those two names. It took me about five seconds to understand and I can't tell how much I laughed.
So, I phoned up to a couple of friends, said them like don't think I am crazy or anything but tell me if I have missed a day or two, or a year. I hadn't. Satu & I got a good laugh. I phoned to my sister as well and asked her to give my regargs to 'grandmamma' too. *laughs!*
Tommi is 'angry' at me, for not telling him that I was pregnant & had a baby. He said that he did not notice and he was also wondering that delivering the baby was easy & painless. *snort* Ruhahhaa! Well, a girl has to have some secrets. I am wondering if he is willing to be my baby girl's 'step-father' since the 'real thing' is nowhere to be seen, not to mention the poor baby...
I know, I have a twisted sense of humour.

Another thing, I believe that we all have a guardian angel. Well, mine is angry at me, he's been sulking for days now and I've been trying to ask what is wrong. What he does is that he turns around, crossed his arms and says nothing. Or then he just stares at me with his blue eyes. Not funny. So, I finally figured out what was wrong, of all the things he is jealous! As if someone could take his place...He should know better. As much he is my guardian angel, he is still very much a man. *sighs*

Renny-Alexander off.

30/01/04

When you have too much time you end up doing the most idiotic things. At least I do. This time I did not got stuck with PhotoShop, this time I have to blame my dear old friend Tommi. Smack the pingu. Yeah. Right. *Ruhahhaa!* Click mouse and the pingu does a dive from the cliff, click again and bat the poor creature to fly.
Cruel is such game, bad, bad...*shakes head*
On the other hand, if you have this need to hit someone close (or far) to you, instead of being labeled as a violent person you can always smack the pingu and be done with your frustration. Anger managament.

Uh, need to make an appointment with the dentist, I need a rootcanal(?) and I hear it is painful 'tho I was told that it is not. Well, I am not taking any chances, on with the local anestetic and don't be shy about it! Ugh! I loathe doctors to no end and I like the dentists even more so. The dentists in my childhood put some icky-goo on my teeth on every check-up, goo that was supposed to taste like bananas and when it started to peel off (yes, literally!)..ick! So, until today, I cannot eat bananas in ANY form, just the taste of them makes me sick.

Enough of this, I have tons of things to do, like re-write about 60 pages. Later.

Renny-Alexander off.

23/01/04

Fist things first: Happy Birthday Richard Dean Anderson! My all-time teen-age hero and man who taught me tons of things.

So, new lay-out, featuring my dearly beloved Jedi Master. I wanted to do this a long time ago, but somehow I never got it done, until now. Also I was not talented enough to make such a lay that would please me more than ten minutes.

Yesterday I singned up on this HTML-course... Yep, me there with the beginners and here I have the fifth version of notepad-made lay... True! The reason why I singed up was that when I write a link line I know it works but I have no idea why or how. I hope that in few months I'll be wiser in that matter. :)

Renny-Alexander off.

10/01/04

Apparently there is life after Christmas, if not for the fantazillion of porks & turkeys & ducks (a traditional German Christmas dish ??).
I spent Christmas with mun & sys & the dogs and I am afraid that now I need to stop eating for the next four weeks. Oh, you know why, the usual, I've put up some weight.
Rika & I found this thingy with 20-odd pictures about RotK and as soon as I got home I started my very own 'viggo-wall', i.e. I chose the ones I like the best and added them on and around this poster of Aragorn Tommi gave me. Besides, Aragoen hadn't been nice, oh no. I come home and what I find? Aragron lying on the floor 'tho I left him on the wall. Bad, bad Aragorn! Shame on you! You can be all the King you want, but in my home you do as I tell you, ok? Oh well, my 12" Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan are (apparently) chasing one another all over my place when I am not around. Or how else would you explain my small carpets moving? *sighs*

Oh, Tommi says that he liked the Christmas presents I gave him. *radiates* He was sorry that he hadn't had time to listen the CD I gave him but as I said, not to worry, I've had that same CD for at least five years and I still haven't played it, not even once. But what made me sad was that he failed to 'find' the Matrix poster I had hidden with the small (and cute!) vodka bottles. I had to tell him to dig it out, but all's well now.

Um, I must go now, there are soooo many thing I want to do today and I don't have much time. Renny-Alexander off.