Things you are afraid of: Scream man, sharks, snakes, wasps, having to kiss/hug strangers as a greeting, TV announcers late at night, the sea, choking, hell, public speaking, aeroplanes, looking stupid, panic attacks, forgetting peoples names, stand up comedy where they pick on the audience, role playing in interview situations, dementia, the dentist, Owen dying, hallucinations, my dark side.
Things that make you laugh: Owen, my Dad, too many TV shows to mention, my likeness to Lisa Simpson, being tickled, bouncy castles, running for busses, nerd sex, geek humour, TV Chefs, Rhodri, getting drunk with friends, near death experiences (or the exhilaration afterwards), cats falling out of trees, my sixth form poetry, Bill Hicks, Ricky Gervais, Jack Dee (and many others,) pigeon English, silly puns, The God Channel, my own general incompetence, making three letter words during 'Countdown', The Mark Steel lectures, politically incorrect humour, things that make you cringe, Mr Bean, adverts from the 1950’s, panel shows, pretentious people who are at the same time incredibly thick, life in general.
Things that make you cry: Too many films to mention, my parents going back home after visiting for the day, Owen shouting at me, letting people down, 'Epitaph' by Badly Drawn Boy, getting caught doing something bad, guilt, arguments, period pain, people saying they are proud of me, death, old peoples homes, anniversaries, too much whiskey, my brothers calling me fat, failing at anything, looking through old photographs, compilation CDs from people I’m no longer friends with, beautiful scenery, Winnie the Pooh, saxophone solos, 'Strange Fruit' by Nina Simone, hurting people I love, regrets, stubbing my toe, falling over, weddings of people who really love each other.
Things you love: Myself, Owen, Popple, all those close to me, people in general, piglet from Winnie the Pooh, Charles Bukowski, chocolate, long walks, sunshine, conversation, alcohol, sex, drunken sex, pushing limits, connection, collaboration, reading, blowing open doors of perception, The Buddha, Ajahn Brahm, The Guardian, real coffee, masturbation, Tesco DVD Rental, good wine, bad wine, forests, churches and their graveyards, cats, singing, erotica, writing, politics, a good snog, moonlit dancing, friendship, words and language, intelligence, impermanence, meditation, turkish delight, hobnob biscuits, going to The Willow, tea, Dr Pepper, philosophy, travelling light, visiting friends, watching TV naked, foreign films, all good music, Benjamin Franklin, my huge feet, when Yorkshire men call me ‘petal’, cooking new meals, playing the same song on repeat, overanalysing, The Marquis de Sade.
Things you hate: Looking at photographs of myself, people who can’t admit it when they don’t know something, anyone who looks down on anyone else for whatever reason, ignorance, competition, slavery in all its many forms, being touched on my neck, computer problems, people who diss feminists without really understanding anything about them, corporate capitalism, the arms trade, old peoples homes, right wing religion, drunken drivers, people who fish for compliments constantly, those people who when clothes shopping just throw wrong sized clothes on the floor and don’t pick them up, my chin, general selfishness.
Things you don't understand: Most things in the world including but by no means limited to: maths, science, any language that isn’t English, art (as in paintings and stuff), dance, Chinese opera, the rules of the road, The Karma Sutra, people who like George Michael or shoe shopping or badly written fiction. Why anyone would want to own a tarantula as a pet, why vanilla ice cream and chocolate custard tastes better than anything on earth, car maintenance, flower arranging, how to fix an Mp3 player, the intricacies of anything historical before 1900.
Things you're good at: Identifying other people’s strengths, comforting people who are suffering, explaining stuff, reading fast, keeping myself occupied, putting words together in an order that makes some people want to read them, thinking too much.
Things you suck at: Spending too much time alone, running, eating small portions, remembering to phone people and other people’s birthday’s, asserting my will in a conflict, cracking one liners, making light of a serious situation, tidying up, remembering to dust once a fortnight, paying council tax on time, reading books right through till the end, sitting through long films, taking photographs, driving, controlling my addictive personality.
Things on your desk: I don’t really have a desk. There is the computer table and that mainly has stationary and a computer on it. There is a phone from when I phoned my mum earlier, and a mug from the tea I just had. That’s it really.
Right now you are: Jigging my leg, very sleepy, listening to Voxtrot through the stereo, waiting for Owen to finish watching a Russian film before we go to bed, hungry, tired of racking my brain for facts about myself.
Facts about you: Oh, enough of the narcissism already. I think I’ve talked enough.
Things to do before you die:
Tie the rope to the beam and kick the stool from underneath me.
(Sorry…. depressives joke)
Time for bed, I think!
Things that make you laugh: Owen, my Dad, too many TV shows to mention, my likeness to Lisa Simpson, being tickled, bouncy castles, running for busses, nerd sex, geek humour, TV Chefs, Rhodri, getting drunk with friends, near death experiences (or the exhilaration afterwards), cats falling out of trees, my sixth form poetry, Bill Hicks, Ricky Gervais, Jack Dee (and many others,) pigeon English, silly puns, The God Channel, my own general incompetence, making three letter words during 'Countdown', The Mark Steel lectures, politically incorrect humour, things that make you cringe, Mr Bean, adverts from the 1950’s, panel shows, pretentious people who are at the same time incredibly thick, life in general.
Things that make you cry: Too many films to mention, my parents going back home after visiting for the day, Owen shouting at me, letting people down, 'Epitaph' by Badly Drawn Boy, getting caught doing something bad, guilt, arguments, period pain, people saying they are proud of me, death, old peoples homes, anniversaries, too much whiskey, my brothers calling me fat, failing at anything, looking through old photographs, compilation CDs from people I’m no longer friends with, beautiful scenery, Winnie the Pooh, saxophone solos, 'Strange Fruit' by Nina Simone, hurting people I love, regrets, stubbing my toe, falling over, weddings of people who really love each other.
Things you love: Myself, Owen, Popple, all those close to me, people in general, piglet from Winnie the Pooh, Charles Bukowski, chocolate, long walks, sunshine, conversation, alcohol, sex, drunken sex, pushing limits, connection, collaboration, reading, blowing open doors of perception, The Buddha, Ajahn Brahm, The Guardian, real coffee, masturbation, Tesco DVD Rental, good wine, bad wine, forests, churches and their graveyards, cats, singing, erotica, writing, politics, a good snog, moonlit dancing, friendship, words and language, intelligence, impermanence, meditation, turkish delight, hobnob biscuits, going to The Willow, tea, Dr Pepper, philosophy, travelling light, visiting friends, watching TV naked, foreign films, all good music, Benjamin Franklin, my huge feet, when Yorkshire men call me ‘petal’, cooking new meals, playing the same song on repeat, overanalysing, The Marquis de Sade.
Things you hate: Looking at photographs of myself, people who can’t admit it when they don’t know something, anyone who looks down on anyone else for whatever reason, ignorance, competition, slavery in all its many forms, being touched on my neck, computer problems, people who diss feminists without really understanding anything about them, corporate capitalism, the arms trade, old peoples homes, right wing religion, drunken drivers, people who fish for compliments constantly, those people who when clothes shopping just throw wrong sized clothes on the floor and don’t pick them up, my chin, general selfishness.
Things you don't understand: Most things in the world including but by no means limited to: maths, science, any language that isn’t English, art (as in paintings and stuff), dance, Chinese opera, the rules of the road, The Karma Sutra, people who like George Michael or shoe shopping or badly written fiction. Why anyone would want to own a tarantula as a pet, why vanilla ice cream and chocolate custard tastes better than anything on earth, car maintenance, flower arranging, how to fix an Mp3 player, the intricacies of anything historical before 1900.
Things you're good at: Identifying other people’s strengths, comforting people who are suffering, explaining stuff, reading fast, keeping myself occupied, putting words together in an order that makes some people want to read them, thinking too much.
Things you suck at: Spending too much time alone, running, eating small portions, remembering to phone people and other people’s birthday’s, asserting my will in a conflict, cracking one liners, making light of a serious situation, tidying up, remembering to dust once a fortnight, paying council tax on time, reading books right through till the end, sitting through long films, taking photographs, driving, controlling my addictive personality.
Things on your desk: I don’t really have a desk. There is the computer table and that mainly has stationary and a computer on it. There is a phone from when I phoned my mum earlier, and a mug from the tea I just had. That’s it really.
Right now you are: Jigging my leg, very sleepy, listening to Voxtrot through the stereo, waiting for Owen to finish watching a Russian film before we go to bed, hungry, tired of racking my brain for facts about myself.
Facts about you: Oh, enough of the narcissism already. I think I’ve talked enough.
Things to do before you die:
Tie the rope to the beam and kick the stool from underneath me.
(Sorry…. depressives joke)
Time for bed, I think!
5 comments:
Hey Jen, I'll take this opportunity to say hello.
I've been enjoying your blogs still and have been reading them, its just I don't always have something to say at the end.
Been resisting the urge to link to you (a highly strong urge since your posts are SO good, but don't worry I have very good discipline when it comes to my friends).
Oddly the most tempting place to link to you is on the womens hour notice boards as so many of your blogs totally dismiss the stupid things said by the men who post on there!
And also the women, I started my first thread the other day about "chavs" not my choice of term. The thread was really just continuing on one that had been stopped by the moderators because of irrelevance to womens hour program. I continued it on and said that:
a)user created content is where its at, and the womens hour notice board should be a forum for the listeners to talk about their views, whether or not they directly come from the programme.
and b) that ALL issues are womens issues
It was whilst writing b that I wished so much that I could link to you.
Thats whats good about your blog, it really is quality. It expresses stuff so well. It's my favourite blog that I read.
Having said that I'd never have read that last blog if I didn't know you, I hate those questionnaire things.
But since I do know you it was very interesting and was nicely subversive of the questionnaire blog concept.
Be well Jen, it is great to be in such close contact with you again.
x
D
should have had brackets round (not my choice of term)- sorry
Hey Dave,
Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving such a nice message! It is always nice to hear from people and get feedback but be assured that I am not sat here expecting comments, from you or anyone else. I know you are busy, and also I know the way blogging works, sometimes you enjoy the blog but don't have much to add, some blogs just click with you more than others, sometimes you just quite simply can't be arsed to sit and write a long comment, and you feel that a short comment wouldn't do your thoughts justice, so you keep stum. That’s how it works with me, anyway. I would hate for you to feel like because there is a limited readership on this blog you were under some kind of obligation to comment every time, and if you didn't I would lose confidence or get upset. It is not like that at all. I am just enjoying writing again and the comments are just the cherry on the icing on the cake! I don't feel like I should comment on each of your blog entries that I enjoy, especially when I am having a busy week, but I hope you know I am enjoying quietly! Put it this way, if I found something in your blog objectionable, you would certainly know about it a lot quicker than if I just enjoyed it! Lol!
Thanks for your lovely comment though, it has made me happy. I have had a slow week for writing blogs this week as I have been so busy and the trouble with trying to write them to a good standard is that they can be time consuming. However, I only set myself the goal of one a week, and I have easily accomplished that, and as long as I stick to that I will be happy.
Yes, the questionnaire thing was totally lazy wasn't it? I generally hate them too, but I was bored and feeling a bit self obsessed! I will steer away from the memes and questionnaires in future. I think they have a certain role to play, but I am also weary of giving into my self obsessed streak and turning this into a blog purely about me and personality, I want it to be about bigger ideas, even though they are and will always be seen through the filter of my experiences! The general concept of my blog is that it walks the line between exploring important issues and a personal journal. I don't want it to be all about me, but I know myself well enough to know I can't do totally abstract either. I think I get it right most of the time but on reflection, I don't think, tempting as it is, talking about a list of things you hate really covers both bases. Still, nobodies perfect!
I am sorry you can't link to me, too, there may come a day when you can but that day is not yet. I have had a flick through some of the women’s hour message boards, the debate seems stimulating and interesting. I don't really do message boards anymore as I get way too obsessed and annoyed by the sheer amount of ignorance in the world! But I am glad that you are getting a lot out of your time there, and I am glad there is a sensible man on there speaking the truth!!!
Yes, it is great to be feeling so close to you again too. You inspire me in so much that you do. I really mean that.
Jx
Also, good luck at your mums party this weekend.
Hope the guitar playing goes well and you have fun.
Jx
Don't worry I don't feel like you expect me to leave comments, I just find it nice when people tell me they've been reading even though they havent been commenting and I wanted to share that sort of thing!
Comment boards are mega obsessive things, I have to be careful or it may take my soul, good thing to do at work though!!
take care
x
D
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