New Beginnings!

The Geeky G4mer is gone but not forgotten.

 
Trying to get a lunch break today has proved quite difficult. Everytime I bring out my little tablet and sit down to type the door goes and it’s someone looking me for something.
 
There is a noted difference in the days, they are getting colder. The Tinsel Twit is talking about snow and we’ve not even hit October yet. Strangely she seems to have forgotten all about the Christmas dinner, I may have to consider renaming her.
 
I’m tired, so tired in fact that I am scared to lay my head down, even for 5 minutes as there is the strong possibility it would result in a major conking out.
 
The reason behind my tiredness is the fact that I foolishly decided to change my blog name at stupid o’clock last night. I thought I was smart and started with Facebook (Like me, please!!) changing the name to The Indecisive Eejit. Next I headed on over to WordPress and tried to find the settings for changing the blog name. To my horror I couldn’t find them and in full mini meltdown mode thought I had made a humungous error and was going to have to contend with two different names. Lee noticing the name change on Facebook, commented and I replied “I’ve fecked up”, only being that I was in the midst of said mini meltdown, I forgot to substitute the ‘u’ with the ‘e’, laying the word on Facebook with the full force!
 
With his help we trawled the inner brain cells of WordPress, otherwise known as the support forums and managed to figure out the steps I needed to take.
 
Plan in motion, idea half formed, only a little bit sure, I gnashed my teeth, fretted, hovered my finger over the enter key, read some more, fretted some more and in the end annoyed myself so much that I stabbed the enter key out of sheer badness. The deed was one. In 2 seconds flat, The Geeky G4mer was erased The Indecisive Eejit was born.
 
[Insert 2 minute silence here for the daily departed]
 
For a few moments I was unable to type. Even though I have wanted to change the name, and have only had it a short while, there is still a little sadness about getting rid of something that has provided so much fun.
 
You have all come to know me as The Geeky G4mer, and in fact some of you have never known me as anything else. You have all, in your own ways helped me on my journey and nurtured me. There is that moment of panic where you think, what if people stop reading, what if they don’t recognise me, so many what ifs. Count to ten, breathe, smile and carry on, whatever will be will be.
 
I refreshed the page and there was nothing. I shut down my browser and opened it again, still nothing…..oh for feck sake! I thought I had lost everything, all my posts, pictures the whole heap. I closed down all the windows, opened them again. Still nothing. Lee was able to see it, but I couldn’t.
 
Eventually it started to work. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
 
There are still a few problems, old comments remain as The Geeky G4mer, places where you linked to me will not redirect and I am not sure if I even show in your readers anymore, can someone let me know if I do?
 
There are going to be teething problems, but the bulk of the move is now complete and hopefully now that I am happy (well for the meantime anyway),  I can concentrate my writing and hopefully providing you with some laughs!

Hmmmm …hello people!!

So I um finally did it, it was a bit of a clicking frenzy, a lot of biting my fingernails and then closing my eyes and stabbing the enter key while my stomach was like a washing machine and my butt cheeks were a clenching!

I went into the vortex as The Geeky G4mer and got spat out the other end as The Indecisive Eejit.

I am sure you all agree, having first hand witnessed me too’ing and fro’ing that something with Indecisive in the title is perfect for me. Unfortunately indecisiveworrywartsillytart.wordpress.com was not available, so I had to shorten it and just go for eejit!

I hope you will all love and support me just the same, my insides have not changed, I just wear a different costume.

My apologies too, all the previous links to my blog will no longer work, sorry about that, but I can’t even do a site redirect now as the name is already changed. I’ll just have to manually go through all my posts when I get a chance and try and rectify everything. No doubt other things will be a little awry for a time, but we’ll get there.

I’m going to bed now, because, well basically I’m done. Nice to meet you all :)

In a Muddle!

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I’m still trying to think of names for my blog. I’ve decided that I probably will change, but I’m not going to until I have a name I really like and am going to be content with, although Lee says that is an impossible task. We shall see.

It’s actually really hard to think of names to describe yourself, I wanted Weirdly Wonky, because it’s where the little bit of humour I have comes from. Until I came here and met you lot, I thought I was the only one, but now I have realised that everyone is deliciously wonky in their own way and it’s amazing, I finally feel like I fit in somewhere :)

Another name that is in the pipeline is The Eejit Express, I’m just not sure I want Eejit in my title. That said it means pretty much the same as Weirdly Wonky, so whats the difference. Eejit Evolution was considered and quickly discarded, others I considered were already taken.

You’d think coming from Norn Ireland with out unusual dialect that I would be able to think of something, I mean where else in the world but here would you consider it a compliment when someone shouts across a car park at you that you’re not right in the head.

I’ve been called many things in my life time, not all of them good either. My particular favourite would have to be, when I was told I was ‘as mad as a box of frogs’, again a compliment, because I was obviously in full flight. Sadly it’s already taken so it can’t be my new blog name.

So here’s the thing, you have 3 words and can have anything you want, it doesn’t matter if the name is already taken, we’re only playing a game….I had to pick this one, it’s really hard to play either Operation or Buckaroo over a blog, anyone ever tried? Anyway, where was I, oh yes, in three worlds, describe yourself in a blog title?

I pick Weirdly Wonderfully Wonky for mine, because over the years I have become quite fond of my quirky little brain and I do mean little!

The Horror of it all!

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My reply when asked if I would like to watch a horror movie!!

When I was younger I used to love horror shows / movies. At the weekends there was plenty of choice, my personal favourite being Hammer House of Horror, which I am sure nowadays would be considered quite mild.

My Dad used to go to the pub on a Saturday night and I would start watching a movie, usually in those days it was something black and white, and probably not all that scary. When he arrived back from his mini session I would make him stay up until the end of the movie, just in case there were any ghosts or ghouls lurking on the stairs.

The older I got the less I liked them, these days I would not watch one at all, I am not afraid to admit they scare the absolute shite clean out of me!

I remember one night in the house we were watching ‘Carrie’,  I can’t remember if my Sister was there or not, I must ask her. I made it the whole way through the film without screaming, there was plenty of hiding behind pillows, but I am proud to say no screaming, that is until right at the end when I thought the film was actually finished and the hand shoots up out of the grave. Well I must have leapt about 10ft in the air and I squealed like a baby, which everyone thought was really funny except me.

Not much later I decided to venture up the stairs, but unbeknown to me my Mum had already gone up before me and as I went to take the last step on the stairs she grabbed my ankle, at which point I pretty much had a mini seizure and was inconsolable.  So was my Mum, she laughed so hard the tears were tripping her, she thought is was soooo funny!

Fast forward about 30 minutes or so and having calmed a little I ventured back down the stairs, at which point my Mum was going into the downstairs toilet, telling my Dad to keep watch at the door, she must have been a little more spooked than she let on. So I went outside and crept up the path at the back of the house and banged as hard as I could on the toilet window, laughing so hard I was in danger of needing the toilet myself. Well the scream was unreal and I am sure could be heard for miles around, perhaps that’s where the stories of banshees come from. My poor Mum who had been in the process of sitting down on the toilet, was scared witless and bolted out the door almost bowling my Dad over in the process. When she caught sight of me laughing and realised what had happened she tore strips off me, she was none to pleased! Apparently what’s good for the goose is not necessarily good for the gander!

The moral of this story; You can grab as many ankles as you want but you better be peepared for the consequences!!


I must have had a physiot…a physc….one of those premonition type things because exactly one month ago today I wrote my post for both the Okay, What if? Weekly Challenge and also for todays (10th October 2013) Daily Prompt: Fright Night – now that is scary! Some of you will already have read it, but it’s my best example of being scared and scaring someone else!

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

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This week’s What if challenge.

What if your hometown is attacked by a monstrous, flying, fire-breathing dragon?

Do you run and hide? Do you break out the medieval weapons you’ve been hoarding for just this moment? or Do you try to calm the beast by singing it a lullaby?

Seriously?! I mean come on, what kind of a stupid question is that…obviously the answer is that I would run round and round in circles squealing like a banshee, flapping my arms, tears a streaming and most likely leaving skid marks….and I don’t mean on the road either. What the feck else is there to do if your hometown is being attacked by a fire breathing dragon, stop and say hello?

Ach hiya Fred, long time no see. Hot out tonight isn’t it. Any chance of you sitting still there for 5 minutes till I toast this marshmallow?

One singed arse and a set of singed eyebrows later I’m guessing the answer is no!

That said, whilst pondering this momentous, monstrous happening over a cup of coffee I started to realise there are ways this could be turned to my advantage.

So I’m figuring that the dragon will need to take a flying charge at me. In order to do this, if I am to believe all the films I have watched, said dragon will fly in a semi circle, huff, puff and prepare for world incineration. So my delusion….erm conclusion would be that as the dragon approaches, opening it’s mouth, I have a 30 second window in which to throw all the rubbish from my house that I no longer want , but have not yet been able to transport to the dump, into it’s path. Even better, I concluded that throwing a couple of fireworks into the middle of the rubbish would make the affair a little more exciting for everyone. Instant street party, fancy dress, come as a kebab attire optional!

I reckon I’d be so famous that I would have to write all about my exploits that day, luckily I already have a title in mind for my forthcoming autobiography, it’s “The Day I Got My Buttcheeks Burnt”. I figure I’ll get myself a T shirt printed as well.

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Sure my ass hurts, but I mean weighing up the options which would you choose, sitting in a rubber ring all day or being awarded an ‘ODE’ by the Queen. And no ya feckin eejits, the Queen didn’t write me a poem, ODE stands for ‘Order of the Dragon Empire’.

Mind you, this sitting in a rubber ring malarky could add many new chapters to the whole Joys of Modern travel thing I have going on right now.

Anyway, I am much to important to talk to you all anymore, if you need any further information I suggest you buy the book. When you go to the store to purchase it, tell them I sent you and with a bit of luck they will give you one with writing inside!


Blank book cover picture by Babybird-Stock on Deviant Art

Who am I?

Lee and Paul are irked with me, I know they are, but it’s not my fault. I’m still having a blog identity crisis!

I know when I asked this question before, most of you said that it does not matter what the name of your blog is, if the content is good.  Lee made a comment on the last post saying that it did not matter what I did because I would never be happy, and in all honestly he is probably right, I’m never happy with what I write and can’t really see how people get enjoyment from it. I am assuming however, that most bloggers feel the same, if not all the time then at least at some point.

I started this blog for a laugh, I didn’t in all honesty think I would stick at it, my track record is pretty rubbish where blogs are concerned. I had no clear idea of what I wanted to write, in fact I still don’t, but I know now from reading other blogs from people I would class as proper gamers, not casual ones like myself that I don’t feel I deserve to have the word gamer in my title. Now I am back to work full time after the ‘Alien Leg’ incident I don’t get the same time for gaming that I used to, in fact blogging has probably now filled that space.

So do I pigeon hole  myself by being called ‘The Geeky G4mer’? I have no idea, but I’ve already had to clarify the fact that I am a woman, so there could be some slight issues there. :)

Coming up with a new name however is a nightmare, I’d thought about Operation Eejit and that’s pretty much where it ended, after 5 minutes I had worn myself out.

I think what has surprised me the most is how much I am actually enjoying blogging, I love to entertain, I like to at least try and make people laugh, but in reality that is only a small part of the big picture. I’ve really enjoyed the interaction with others and meeting new people, blogging really does make it a small world. It’s made me smile on days when I thought there was no hope of turning the frown upside down.

So maybe that’s the point. I want to try and stick at this and see how it goes, so is my head telling me I need a more permanent name, or am I just being an arse like Paul and Lee say.

I’ve put on a poll. I really appreciate your opinions, so if you could spare two seconds to vote I would be eternally grateful :)

On a happier note, I reached 500 likes today. Thank you so much to all of you for reading and liking my posts, I could not have done it without you!! You lot are awesome and I’m really lucky to have met you all :)

You’ll never guess what!

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How awkward I look in a dress!

I’ve something I  need to get off my chest and for some of you it might even be a shock.

I’m a woman!

Straight up, no messing. I have boobs and everything!

For those of you who think I am losing the plot, I am, but that has nothing to do with this post.  It’s more to do with the fact that when I interact with the blogging community some people, for some reason, think I am of the male gender!

Now don’t get me wrong, there is probably nothing wrong with being a male, but all that peeing standing up and scratching your leeks, as in your balleeks in the morning, is just not for me.

So I’m curious as to what it is that leads people to come to this conclusion about me.

I guess the name Geeky G4mer is perhaps a little non gender specific, so that’s fair enough. There could also be the fact that I have spent all of my working life in a predominantly male environment. Perhaps it has given me lads mentality, but I learned within the first 7 days of working in my current job that it was a case of get balls and grow up, or get out!

I am by no means a girly girl. I’m not into all that pink glitter sequins malarky, I’m a t shirt and jeans kinda girl, and pretty much everything in my wardrobe is black! I do however spice it up a little with slogans on the front of my tee’s to entertain the masses. Sometimes it entertains me too, like the time I was walking through the supermarket wearing my favourite slogan, “Smile it confuses people”, when out of the corner of my eye I saw this lady punch her husband, his reply was that he had simply been trying to read my tee shirt.

Puppies – 1, Hen Pecked husband – 0.

After all this time on the planet, it is unlikely that I am going to change. You can rest assured that I have no immediate plans to morph into a man any time soon!

I did toy with the idea of adding a voice memo to this post by way of proof, but:

  1. I couldn’t figure out how to do it.
  2. I couldn’t think of anything to say.
  3. I got distracted and went out with my mate instead.
  4. Now I just can’t be bothered trying to figure it all out because it’s to late.

So there you have it, tonights front page news, The Geeky G4mer is a female! Shame on those who thought I wasn’t, next time read my about page….ffs!

What if September was going to be bloggin awesome?

Great writing challenges ahead you guys and girls!! Follow him to keep up to date, and sharpen your pencils! :-)

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man-21136_640September is officially my third month of blogging. I now have an archives and I’m so amazed at what my blog has become. A simple idea of using “What if” as a means to write has evolved into a full fledged blog complete with followers, comments, likes and friends.

September should not be any different. On the first day of this month I had my most views ever according to my stats (120 views in one day, not bad). I set up a what if writing challenge “What if you were a mad scientist?” so far having two great bloggers submit two outstanding posts for the challenge.

Take some time to check out how Rob would handle the power he wields and if he “Would really hold the world hostage?” or

How The Geeky G4mer would make our lives better with her “Music Bubble”

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What if I were a mad scientist!

Music BubbleIn response to the ‘Okay, What If?’ Challenge.

What if you were a mad scientist? Do you want to create a monster like Frankenstein? Would you be bent on destroying the world or taking it over?

What if indeed, the possibilities would be endless.

I am assuming here that ‘mad’ means that, as we say here in Norn Iron, the lift does not go to the top floor, as opposed to ‘mad’ where I constantly break test tubes and hurl my bunsen burner because it did not toast my bread evenly!

As a mad scientist, my invention would be totally random, I’ve mentioned it in blogs before, and even have a page named after it! I, would invent the Music Bubble!

I am appreciative of the fact that there are MP3 players and Ipods, which in effect allow you to create your own little music bubble, but how many times have you been plonked next to someone who’s music does not stay within the confines of the headphones, but instead knocks at your head like an irritating woodpecker! I know I have, and I am so conscious of indeed being that person that I listen to my music at a much lower level than I would actually like!

The Music Bubble would be revolutionary and contain a new system called  “Doesntmatterhowlouditisnofeckersgonnahearit” [patent pending]. It would hold all the music you ever bought, due to it’s ability to link to the cloud system, an idea which someone stole from me in it’s infancy!

The bubble also cleverly doubles as a force field. How many times have you been listening to your music, lost in the atmosphere it creates, when someone or something walks into you, I mean really ffs, did that lamp post not look where it was going! Well no more, the bubble will knock obstacles back into next week, allowing you to enjoy and appreciate your tunes in peace!

I know personally, there have been times when I have been standing at a particular place, or caught up in a moment, where I would love to hear music. Watching a sunset, watching the rain fall, watching someone go arse over tit, everything has a tune. The music bubble has the instant ability to assess your thoughts and emotions and select the appropriate tune from your vast library, often times before you even think of it yourself.

The name for this marvelous invention – well, i’m torn, it’s either going to be “Look at yer woman in thon big bubble thing” or “The Soundtrack to your Life”.

Would you buy one?

A guest at my own Wake!

First post from Fenella and the Trogs and well worth a read. Here’s to many more to follow!

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This evening, prior to heading to live in Australia for a few years, we went out with some friends for a pizza. When we had all settled at the table, my friend John announced “Well this is your wake, enjoy!”

Now for those of you who may not know, a wake in these parts ie Northern Ireland and in fact the whole island of Ireland, is a gathering of family, neighbours and friends – a community, after we have departed this mortal coil! It may take differing forms and probably evolved through the ages. In Ulster we might say “Are ye going up tae the house?” Which loosely translates as visiting the home of a deceased to have a cup of tea and pay your respects to the family. Some homes may offer a sherry or Whisky. Other folks may adopt the traditions described in the song “Finnegan’s Wake” see…

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