Remember Me? I used to live here. Lately I’m not sure where I am but here are a few random tidbits so you don’t get too hungry for lack of attention.
I’m having a (delayed) birthday party Saturday (actual event was back in April) and have been taking a leaf out of the ‘it will be alright on the day’ school of party planning. Also have notes in the margin of the ‘order everything online’ chapter and am fully immersed in the ‘cross your fingers and hope for the best’ epilogue.
Which is just fine if all you want to do is throw a couple of salads (as made by someone else) on the table, switch on the bbq for everyone to cook their own meat and basically just loll around and enjoy everybody’s company. My kind of party… schmooze and cruise, no need to impress, decorations not required etc…
If you have this harebrained idea to get people up and entertaining the troops you perhaps ought to have read the ‘plan ahead and get organized’ prologue of the party planning manual and nodded even to the ‘if anything can go wrong it probably will’ chapter. I have this on inside authority because it’s t-minus 36 hours and I’m still without a PA system.
THANK GOD I have a mac and a usb input machine thingummy because at a pinch we can plug a mic and a piano into those and then even into a dodgy stereo and get some approximation of amplified sound… (or hire something… which isn’t exactly fulfilling the ‘keep it under budget’ requirements.)
Either way I’m still holding myself to the ‘for God’s sake, don’t panic’ sub-title of the ‘So you want to plan a party – what were you thinking?’ addendum.
(Fi, you know that if you were coming you could bring the SingStar and I’d be having NONE of these problems… I’m just saying…)
I have been writing to a [probably not yellow] submarine. Or more precisely to an American Sailor who lives one one.
It’s a story that’s begging for a whole convoluted yarn I could string you along with but really, I’m just too tired to make something up. Before you ask it’s not a romantic kind of writing, more like a pen pals kind of correspondence that has now been going on for more than 6 years.
Pretty amazing really. I never ever had a pen pal that lasted that long before.
That is all. I just wanted to write some approximation of the phrase "I’m writing to an American Sailor on a Submarine and he’s writing back."
Just because I could.
Just to prove how geeky I am I now read Wil Wheaton’s blog. He’s a geek/nerd writer and if you’re any kind of Sci Fi watcher he played Wesley Crusher on one of the Star Trek shows. His blog’s about as geeky as John Mayer’s is cool.
Which for this chick is actually pretty cool (I mean geeky, I mean cool). Oh, you know what I mean.
Please tell why I don’t know about Submarine Man???
The mind boggles really! LOL
Submarine Man? Ooh tell us more!
I’m wondering what the x-ray machine at Sydney Airport will think of a Playstation2, two mikes and the complete series of Singstar?