Idea’s and Public Transport Challenges

One thing that became apparent from all the comments on my post last night, was the fact that I am not alone in relation to the dark cloud that appears to be blocking inspiration waves. It’s reach is further than I thought. What is this strange affliction that has me lost for words, when normally I am looking for a cure for verbal diarrhea.

A couple of weeks ago I reposted some of the fictional stories I had written as a result of Jed’s challenges on Okay, What If? when they were still going. I realised I missed writing skits and the weaving of words required to craft a suitable twist in an ending. While I think my mind no longer has the capabilities of a crafty ending, I do miss the prompts.

I spoke to Jed today and asked him if he had any objections to me perhaps posting a challenge or two on his site and he’s kindly given the go ahead. So this is where you lot come in, do you have any ideas for prompts that would start with Okay, What If? and what would get you interested in participating? I understand that everyone has time constraints, even I would not be able to do every challenge, but there are no hard and fast rules, it’s about having fun and giving the old grey matter a kick in the goolies. Any input would be appreciated.

Speaking of challenges, in comment conversation with Wee Blue Birdie today I somehow got roped into a mini one in relation to public transport as both she and I use this particular method of travel. Challenge accepted, however it may be tomorrow evening before I get to work on the post, so no chirping in my ear Birdie you hear!!

Lastly I must give a shout out and a thank you to Caitlin over at The Teen Daydreamer for kindly putting me forward for her award. As anyone who has been here a while knows, I no longer do awards, I am however still grateful to be considered. Thank you little Miss Daydreamer, much appreciated.

Okay, what if you were to hit me with your ideas? Preferably not when they are tied to a brick :)

Lacking Inspiration

Blog Tidy

I’m having one of those days. I have so much to do, but I have no idea where to start. Thankfully the Ships (for newbies I mean my parents, the Mothership and the Fathership) have been fed and the chores are all done, everything that’s fuzzy is blog related.

I need to clean up, tidy up, read and write, but I find myself sitting here looking at a blank screen. My current favourite song of choice Hunger of the Pine plays in the background and my mind is drifting to other places. Anywhere other than where I actually need it to be, which is in the here and now.

This last few days May Dupp has also been rapping at the front of my brain reminding me she is still here and needs to be attended to as well. Sometimes I wish she was more like a ventriloquists dummy so I could just put her in a suitcase and wheel her out when needed. Unfortunately as she is free to wander the vast blank spaces between my ears, she can make her presence felt whenever she so chooses. Damn me and my imaginary characters.

I still can’t find a theme, there are bits and pieces I like about a lot of them, but very few where I like everything. My attempts for a banner have also stalled, I have decided I am no graphic designer. I still like what I have though so I’ll stick with it for a while longer.

I’ve not been writing much, what do you mean you didn’t notice *cue shocked face*. I don’t want this space to become somewhere I just moan about the rigors of caring for someone with dementia so on weeks like last week when it was prevalent, I decided to say very little. I try as much as possible to keep this a fun place,  of course I will have the occasional rant, who doesn’t, but I don’t want to drag myself, you and the kitchen sink into the mire. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try you just can’t summon the funny. Thank goodness the rest of you can and there is always something to read.

At this point Itunes randomly throws up and starts to play Paul Simon ‘I know what I know’, it’s fast becoming my man the feck up song and it works.

I’m still loving Twitter and have been playing the Hash Tag games, I personally thought my entry of ‘The Peelers’ was outstanding for the tag #IrishA Band, but what do I know. If you want to follow along and join in the link is over there somewhere ———–>

How’s your Sunday going?

Sunday Round Up!

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You know, as far as Sundays go, this one did not totally suck. Between Austin over at The Return of the Modern Philosopher’s Blog Pitch Party and Suzie’s #SundayBlogShare on Twitter I have been thoroughly amused and entertained and met some new bloggers in the process. Both are still ongoing, so it’s not to late to drop in and check them out.

The past week was marginally better than the last, I didn’t randomly burst into tears at any point, although I was still plagued with confidence issues. I really do need to give myself a good talking too, I am without a shadow of a doubt my own worst enemy. When faced with obstacles, both at home and work I need to remember to remain calm instead of running round like a headless chicken screaming ‘Oh feck’ over and over again. Three years ago I would have loved this job and quite possibly done it well, but now I just feel that with all the additional stress with the Mothership and Alien Leg,  that everything is sitting heavy on my shoulders. Perhaps the arrival of Spring will put an extra bounce in my step!

I finally decided to embrace Twitter this week, and not in the usual death like I am going to throw this phone against the wall grip I have previously favoured, this was a more quizzical gentle hand holding effort as I dipped the tip of my finger into the tepid waters. I think I like it, I don’t fecking understand it half time, but I like it none the less. It was all tweeting birds, gold stars and gentle pings, that’s good right?

Also of late, Ndorfman (who is worthy of a follow) and I have been sharing our love of music via my Music Bubble page. I am loving his suggestions, it’s nice to be introduced to tunes which without intervention I might never have found. Check out some of the songs and if you have any to add, please feel free to do so. Eventually I will start stripping away the video’s and will just  leave a list of the songs, the page is already getting noticeably slower.

Last but by no means least we have the lovely Steve’s foray into the world of Vlogging, he’s a lot less fidgety that he was in his very first one, but as I was telling him today he needs to curl the corners of that tache! Also, he has also promised that if I send him a hat he will wear it. I can’t wait to go to the big smoke to see if I can find a leprechaun one. Here is the main man in action:

Till next time original eejits and a very warm welcome to the new ones, make yourselves at home!

Blog Pitch Party 2: Pitch Your Blog And Attract New Followers

Folks Austin is offering an amazing way to meet new people. I think everyone would benefit from meeting you all, so throw your two pence in!

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invitedSince Spring Training has started, I’ve certainly got pitching on my mind, Modern Philosophers.

However, not all pitching is limited to the type that takes place on a baseball field.

I’ve been thinking about the wildly successful Blog Pitch Party I threw back in July, and I thought it was time to host another.

As you know, I’m also a screenwriter.  When I was lived in California, I’d get invited by producers to a pitch meeting.  Basically, they’d ask about my scripts, and then based on a few sentences from me, they’d decide if they were interested in reading any of them.

keep wrtingI thought that same progress would work perfectly with blogs.  Why not bring a little Hollywood to the blogging world, Modern Philosophers?

In the comment section, pitch your blog.  Give us the name, a link, and up to three sentences describing your blog.

If you choose to participate…

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Looking around…

I have itchy feet..or perhaps that should be hands. Every so often I will get the idea into my head that I would like a little blog change, and before you start to panic, I don’t mean the name, I’m quite content with being an Indecisive Eejit, well for now anyway. I do however mean a fresh look, a little interior design so to speak.

For the last couple of weeks I have trawled through the numerous themes on WordPress, but I can’t seem to find anything that jumps out and slaps me round the face as well as a wet kipper (don’t ask). There are a few I like, unfortunately they are the ones that require me to part with cash, which I am not prepared to do right now, mainly cos I have none spare. So in the meantime in order to try and pacify myself I changed my background colour, go me, that’s creativity for you all right!

I still need to make the changes to ensure that May Dupp is incorporated back into the blog, but short of having her jump out of a box in the middle of your screen I’m not sure how I can do that. I’d also like a new banner, I did try to sketch one, or doodle one, or whatever, but it was, for want of a better word, shit and relegated to the trash can. So back to the drawing board.

That said, while doing all this thinking and pondering, I went into my media library on here and decided to clean out some of the pictures that had never actually made it onto posts. In doing so I viewed others that had been linked, and decided to check out the posts. The result, I’ve written some really random shit over the last two years, but I have a smile on my face.

I decided to share, look at it this way, it’s something to do for five minutes if you’re bored. Without further ado, here are my top five posts from tonights browsing:

Hanging by a Sliver…

What do you wanna do?

The Geeky G4mer Gallery

Ha Ha Ha!

What if?…wait….did someone say dragon!!

I need to get back to writing like this, my mind is not as weird and wonderful as it used to be!

Settle Down

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If you read the tips pages on WordPress, they advise that you should never apologise for an absence, so I won’t, I shall simply start with hello again. That said, those of you who have followed me for a while are well used to my absences.

I didn’t write last week, I didn’t even read much. As far as weeks go, it was the worst one in a long time. There was so much going on and things were continually piling in on top of each other. The Mothership was stressed and seeing things under the table, and I was stressed wondering how I was going to extract a urine sample from her, whilst worrying about the fact she was seeing things under the table. I end up walking around with constant nausea because worry turns my stomach into a washing machine.

Imagine a day where you have a shadow and that shadow is constantly talking at you and getting irritated when you don’t understand. Imagine finishing all the housework and finally sitting down only for the door to open and the shadow to appear asking yet another question which means you have to get up cos you need to be shown what it relates to. To finally get to sleep at 4am to be woken the next morning to start the routine of dressing the shadow. I may turn to alcohol!

Work was just as bad, I’m finding it really stressful. I get up in the morning and feel nauseous because I have no idea what I am going in to. I leave work and feel nauseous because I have no idea what I am coming home to. I’m not sleeping which of course makes everything seem ten times worse than it actually is.

I broke down in work the other day and told my boss I was not cut out for the job and that I couldn’t do it. I hate to admit failure, but, that’s genuinely how I feel, my job is making me feel stupid, which in turn is giving my already low confidence a good boot in the balls. He was very nice about it, but he more than likely thinks I am a fruit loop. Ah well if the cap fits.

Phew, I feel better after writing all that and now I’ve left myself with nowhere to go. I really don’t want hugs or kind words or commiserations, I just needed to get that off my chest. With a few nights good sleep (hopefully) I’ll be dead on. Tell me a joke instead or something random that will make me smile!

Missed you lot.

(I deliberated about posting this, because I really do not want sympathy, if it’s this hard for me, imagine what it must me like for the Mothership, but I promised myself a while ago I would write the good and the bad and that’s what I need to do. Better out than in as the man says!)

If We Were Having Coffee – Sitting Down With 18-year-old Me

Love this post! Well worth a read. Please make sure you like Norm’s post and not my reblog if you like it :)

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Dude if we were having coffee I would tell you that you’re a fine young man but you’re also a bit of an idiot.

You’re at what I call the age of infinite wisdom. You think you know everything and no one can tell you a damn thing. Well Norm, I’m here from your future to tell you that right now: You. Don’t. Know. Shit.

It’s not your fault. You’re only 18 and there’s still so much you have to learn.

You can wipe that stunned look off your face too. Yes this is what you’re going to look like 32 years, 150,000 cigarettes, too many 60-hour work weeks, one major surgery, and 40 pounds from now.

Oh yeah that’s right, you haven’t even started smoking yet. Hey, maybe it’s not too late…

Okay so listen up. In about a year you’re going to meet this girl see. Yeah I know, it’s always about…

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To Comment or Not to Comment..

After a conversation last night, I went looking for this post. The subject matter of the discussion centered around comments and my explanations as to why I do not always leave one.

Although this post was originally written in July 2013, most of it still applies, except the one about the blog gods, I figured out eventually there is no such thing. I was new and foolish, don’t judge me. 

A new one to add to the reasons, is time, as in not having enough of it.

Regardless, rather then reblog,  I though I would just re publish the post. 


To comment or not to comment, that is the question…..

I won’t like a post, unless I actually like a post. I’m not in the habit of just scrolling down my reader merrily clicking as I go, not reading anything.  Quite the opposite, I try to read everything. However unless you knew my strategy, you would perhaps assume I am a serial liker as I seldom back up my choices with a comment.

Comments scare me.

There are a few reasons for this, and you will most likely laugh when you read them and in your head reaffirm my status as an eejit, but here they are none the less. It may even help me to become more proactive on the commenting front and you to understand why you don’t always see one.

Firstly we have the blog gods, you know the ones, always on Freshly Pressed and quite rightly so. Super slick blogs and superior content that makes you want to cry because you know no matter how long you blog, or how well you blog, you will just never be in that league. Every time you see one of their posts in your reader you leave it until last because you know it’s going to be the best.

All their posts get over 100 likes and probably around the same amount of comments, each one a beautifully crafted little nugget of wisdom or humour. I can’t compete with that. In I’d wade with my big clod hoppers and muddy the clear waters, by posting something that made me laugh out loud but everyone else would look at and go, what the f……..!

The blog gods would look at little old me and assume I am a serial liker, trying to piggy back off their success to gain views for my own humble offerings.

Secondly you have the posts that make you heart sore. You read it and just want to reach into the screen, pull out the writer and hug them like there is no tomorrow. You want to comment so badly, even if it is just to let them know you understand, but words fail. There is nothing you can say that is going to make any difference, and any offerings you can think of just seem insignificant to the words of wisdom from others. I like these posts and leave, because I never know what to say.

Then we have the gaming posts and movie reviews. If I don’t know enough about the subject matter then I choose not to comment, because to do so would just show my ignorance and lack of knowledge about the post. I love reading them to gain the knowledge and to entertain the possibility of perhaps giving them a try, but usually any comments I make will be questions.

Then I have the circle of blogs I usually do comment on. These people for whatever reason have accepted me, embraced my stupidity and in some cases even encouraged it. Without them I would be lost, because each gives me the courage to carry on and face my commenting fears, by replying and letting me know it’s ok if sometimes I am not the brightest fairy in the forest.

So rest assured, if I follow your blog it is because I find it interesting and would like to revisit, not because I want to use your kudos to move up the ladder. If I comment and you think its nonsense give me the benefit of the doubt, I mean well. If I don’t comment, I probably wanted to, more than you know, but I couldn’t think of anything to say.

This blogging malarkey is a learning curve and I am just heading into the bend…..

Mondays Suck!

I’ve decided I dislike Mondays, the start to the long week and the mop up for all that happened at the weekend.

Today was my first Monday morning of train travel in a while. Shelling out £150 was painful on the purse and navigating hoards of teenagers was painful on the leg, but in order to earn a crust it has to be done. I considered another ‘Joys of Modern Travel’ post, something I haven’t done in a while, but I quickly ran out of steam and by the time I sat down at my desk I could no longer be arsed.

On a happier note, I’m typing this on my phone as trees whiz past on my journey home. Another first for a long time. I should be reading, but I’m giving my tired brain a chance to relax from the information overload that some call Monday.

My legs been bothering me, it keeps giving way. I’m hoping its a direct result of navigating stairs and being on my feet more as opposed to something more sinister. I even contacted my physio, but she’s not available to reply until the start of March. It must be bad if I’m actively seeking assistance. Time to ramp up the straight leg raises and hope for the best.

I do have to say however that I am enjoying  the stretch to both mornings and evening. It’s nice journeying to and from work in something other than pitch black.

I’ve just noticed a poster in the carriage that states ‘Life’s better by train’, I’d agree if I didn’t have to change every 5 minutes.

Note to self, must stop moaning!

Happy information overload day people!

This could be a long one….

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I’ve a lot to say, so bear with me, this could be a long one.

Ben Howard is playing in the background as I type. I’m attempting to sort out new playlists for my journeys as I am back to train travel as from tomorrow morning. It’s time to get ruthless, some music is going to have to go to make room for more. You’d wonder how with an Ipod which has about 15GB of music I can still be bored.

I’ll miss my traveling companion. At the start, being a bit of a loner at times, I lamented the loss of my blog reading time, but I quickly came to love the chat and banter. While I will again be able to read all the things you guys write, I am really going to miss the company. It made the start and the end of the working day so much more bearable.

Periodically over the last month or so the changes to the WordPress platform have really been getting on my wick, but I refrained from saying anything as it’s a great platform, for which I am very grateful. Now though, I miss the Stats page, my notifications go a little awry, I have to multiple click to get to the old WP Dashboard and is there even any point in me voting that I prefer the older stuff if they are not going to change it. I know I am not the only one who feels like this though, so for once it’s good to be in a majority.

I’ve been having a bit of a clean up with regards to the blogs I follow. I finally got around to removing the ones that were no longer active. Periodically WordPress will still do it’s own cull for me, which is a pain in the arse as it’s usually blogs I want to keep following. I never was the kind of person to just follow someone because they followed me, I will only add if it’s something I actually want to read. It’s hard enough trying to keep up without just following people for the sake of it. Everyday I am being introduced to new ones, keep em coming.

Finally, Wee Blue Birdie, who is well worth a follow if you have not already. kindly put me forward for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers Award. Those who have followed for a while, will know that I long since stopped doing these kind of awards, however by way of compromise, I did agree to answer WBB’s questions. After finally sitting down to take a good look at them, I was all WTF have I let myself in for, but never one to back down from a challenge, here goes.

The Weird and Wonderful Questions of a Wee Blue Birdie

1. What kind of bird would you be and why? – Well that would have to be a Penguin. Why? just because. They are penguins ffs, they need no justification.

2. Which people of history had the best clothing? – It’s questions like this that make me wish I had studied History a little harder at school. I do have to say though, I liked the 80’s. I used to think I was all that with my white shirt, my pink tie and black beret. If I could go back in time, I’d slap myself senseless! Had I the figure for it, it would be the dresses from the Tudor period, all heaving bosoms and tight corsets. I mean who needs to breathe when your waist is the same size as your thigh.

3. In which film do you wish you had played the lead? What would you have brought to the role? – To be honest I wouldn’t want the lead. I’m more a behind the scenes kind of person. There are no specific roles I would have liked, anything in the Lord of The Rings trilogy would have been fine. I could probably have been an orc, without the use of any make up! What would I bring? Probably chaos.

4. What was your favourite toy when you were a child? – Again there is no one toy that I can remember being overly attached to. I was a lover of cuddly toys and I could have told you where every one came from. I have a Snoopy somewhere in the attic that I was quite fond of, will that do?

5. If you could be in the Olympics, what would your sport be? – Chasing men and trying to get them to kiss me, in a very non stalkerish way of course. Only joking, it would be the javelin, because 4 days out of 7 I already feel like spearing the shit out of things *smiles sweetly*.

6. If you could cure one human illness or disease, what would it be and why? – Aww that’s a hard one, there are so many horrible things out there, but I guess for me personally, it would have to be Cancer and Dementia, I think everyone knows the answer why without me having to explain.

7. What is your favourite urban myth, and why do you want it to be true? – Fairies. Can you imagine being able to go to the bottom of your garden to have a cup of magical tea with a fairy. One I would not want to be true is Banshee’s. One night while slightly tipsy, I stumbled into the house with an urgent need to use the bathroom. Feeling I would be unable to make it up the stairs in time, I used the downstairs one. Whilst in the act of lowering my underwear in order to sit, I heard this high pitch kind of wail. I raised the underwear and sort of stood mesmerized. Silence. Repeat process, and again, the same thing. I was petrified and thought a Banshee was coming for me. When sense set in, I realised it was the whirly washing line twirling in the wind. It’s true what they say, when the drinks in the wits out.

8. What is your favourite unusual word? – Oxter – which means armpits. There is something refreshingly satisfying about saying ‘feck aff, I’m up to me oxters!’. ‘Feck’, now that would be my absolute favourite.

9. How would you like your writing to influence the world, or affect those who read it? – That’s easy, I’d like it to make them smile. Simples.

10. What is the best thing about being you? – That’s a hard question to ask someone with low self confidence who always thinks their glass is half empty. My Family and friends, both in real life and online. They are without a doubt the best thing about being me.

There you go Wee Blue Birdie, just for you. I’m away to lie down, I’m worn out now!