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Jul. 16th, 2011 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYesterday I went to my mum's, where she presented me with a newborn baby. After mild hyperventilation ("AFTER MEGAN YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS AGAIN") it turned out that little Amelia was in fact the offspring of Megan's friend Gemma so that was fine. I am not a particularly maternal person, but after holding her I did find myself cooing quite a lot and telling her that although she was wearing pink now she shouldn't be compelled to do so all of her life unless she wanted do and she was VERY cute but looks were not the most important thing and we are all beautiful aren't we yes?
Mum told me to stop telling a six week old child about the patriarchy and insisted on taking her back and then started making threatening mumbles to me about how it would be my turn soon. Then Amelia threw up on my mum and I loled unto eternity and remembered why I didn't want one. I think I'm okay towards other people having tiny people, but right now I'm good with a pot plant.
The real reason for this post isn't actually to squee about babies, no matter how cute they may be. I've been working on a new project for a couple of weeks. I am Blogging.
This isn't news, I've been doing that for ten years and you lot have been reading the blethering. However, work is increasingly stifling and I need to do something, anything, to prove that I am actually still a fairly rounded human being. Also, I think more and more that I would actually like to write more often, and about more political things because so much makes me so angry at the moment. I miss writing essays, and writing content in work for the websites sort of makes me want to kill myself, but actually I'm quite good at it and I don't see why I shouldn't push it more into a sideline. I don't know if I can make a career out of it, but I can make a more structured hobby out of it.
Plus, it gives me something to do other than 'work, clean, drink wine, wedding plan, sleep'.
Anyway, I can be found at Disorientated Graduate hopefully posting 2-3 times a week. This is no way shape of forms means I'm going to neglect my darling LJ and you guys, but it forces me into a medium and to write in a certain style, hopefully.
I definitely didn't, er, throw Richie out of the flat this morning in order to write the most recent post. He had to go to the bank and I had to get Megan's birthday present, and he volunteered to see if his work had it and I was honestly going to go out and meet him but, you know, it's raining...
In other news, I have yet to see Harry Potter as I can't afford it. That'll be an Orange Wednesday job. However, I did rather enjoy Torchwood. I miss S2 still, to be honest, but there we go. It was a little over-American, but I quite like Rex and the large quantity of Welshness in the whole thing. Yay for PC Andy! The central concept is also fascinating, and I hope they examine it properly, rather than it just being sidelined for MOAR ACTION.
And I would like to know who's behind it, because that really is a fascinating mystery. Hope it's not the Weevils.
Mum told me to stop telling a six week old child about the patriarchy and insisted on taking her back and then started making threatening mumbles to me about how it would be my turn soon. Then Amelia threw up on my mum and I loled unto eternity and remembered why I didn't want one. I think I'm okay towards other people having tiny people, but right now I'm good with a pot plant.
The real reason for this post isn't actually to squee about babies, no matter how cute they may be. I've been working on a new project for a couple of weeks. I am Blogging.
This isn't news, I've been doing that for ten years and you lot have been reading the blethering. However, work is increasingly stifling and I need to do something, anything, to prove that I am actually still a fairly rounded human being. Also, I think more and more that I would actually like to write more often, and about more political things because so much makes me so angry at the moment. I miss writing essays, and writing content in work for the websites sort of makes me want to kill myself, but actually I'm quite good at it and I don't see why I shouldn't push it more into a sideline. I don't know if I can make a career out of it, but I can make a more structured hobby out of it.
Plus, it gives me something to do other than 'work, clean, drink wine, wedding plan, sleep'.
Anyway, I can be found at Disorientated Graduate hopefully posting 2-3 times a week. This is no way shape of forms means I'm going to neglect my darling LJ and you guys, but it forces me into a medium and to write in a certain style, hopefully.
I definitely didn't, er, throw Richie out of the flat this morning in order to write the most recent post. He had to go to the bank and I had to get Megan's birthday present, and he volunteered to see if his work had it and I was honestly going to go out and meet him but, you know, it's raining...
In other news, I have yet to see Harry Potter as I can't afford it. That'll be an Orange Wednesday job. However, I did rather enjoy Torchwood. I miss S2 still, to be honest, but there we go. It was a little over-American, but I quite like Rex and the large quantity of Welshness in the whole thing. Yay for PC Andy! The central concept is also fascinating, and I hope they examine it properly, rather than it just being sidelined for MOAR ACTION.
And I would like to know who's behind it, because that really is a fascinating mystery. Hope it's not the Weevils.
