Thy Flesh Consumed

Well, good day to you again, fine people. Welcome to Dave V.23! Yes, that’s right folks, my birthday has been and gone again… Sunday, it was. Marvellous. Actually, it wasn’t all that bad ~ Margie and I went over to Jon’s place and had a barbeque and plenty beer, which was nice. I then came home for a bit, carpet bombed some VC in Battlefield Vietnam and went to the pub for an hour. Happy Days!

This week has seen a momentous change in the status of my relationship with Margie. Namely that we split up a few days ago… I mean, we’re back together again now, but we still split up. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth on her part, but after some intense negotiations, we’re all good again. Y’see, the problem was this ~ I really enjoy my “me time” and have been having rather a lot of it lately, much to madam’s dismay. I just needed a bit of space to gather my thoughts and she didn’t like how casual the relationship was feeling, so now we’ve stepped it up a notch again… While this is perfectly acceptable, I can’t help worrying that this whole thing is gonna go the same way it did last time ~ down he pan. Still, I’m willing to give it a try. Things can only get better, right..?

Oooh, on another positive note, my sister, Tracey, had her operation on Thursday, as scheduled, and everything went according to plan. Now she’s just sitting on her ass at home trying to recuperate. Thankully, Jason, her husband, is being an absolute angel so she’s going to be able to recover without the hassles of everyday life getting in the way. Huzzah!

Well, I think that’s it for now people. Y’all have a good day/night/lifetime/whatever and I’ll see you in the next thrilling instalment of “A Day In The Life Of Dave"…

Thought for the day: Cheer up, it’s not that bad…

Hello! Sorry I haven’t updated in a while, it’s been a little hectic around here just lately… still, I’m back now.

Right, where to begin..? Well, things are finally coming together with Margie, which is something of a relief as I was starting to drive myself mad worrying about where this relationship was going. I love the girl to bits, and for the first time since we got together again, she told me she loved me too. Which is always nice. Although, having said that, we had a wee bit of a tiff last night ‘cause Charlotte (my ex) called at some ungodly hour, drunk, and wanting to speak to me. Normally, I don’t think this would be a problem, but given the circumstances under which Margie and I split up last time, I don’t blame her for not really trusting me… Still, hopefully that’s water under the bridge now.

Ugh, my sister goes into hospital on Wednesday to have a cyst the size of a golfball removed from one of her ovaries, which is somewhat disturbing. Naturally, the whole family’s a little concerned and we’re all gonna be rooting for her. I’m sure she’ll be fine, but, as you’ll no doubt learn in the coming weeks, I’m a bloody terrible worrier so I’ll probably be chewing my nails and rocking back and forth in a corner while I wait for her to come out of the hospital. I wouldn’t mind so much if government funded hospitals weren’t filled with such incompetent buffoons. In fact, I’m fairly sure that the “doctors” around here make their diagnosis by throwing chicken bones on the floor and reading the patterns…

Oh, on a lighter note, I may finally be getting the financial side of my life in order. Y’see, as I no longer have a housemate (and Margie’s a little wary of moving in with me again, for fairly obvious reasons) I can’t afford to keep this house on my own, so rather than giving it up and moving somewhere cheaper, I’m paying my rent and not really any other bills. Unfortunately, my creditors don’t look very favourably on this sort of behaviour and as a result, I now have several threats of legal action hanging over my head, yet again. Anyway, back to the good point ~ on Monday I have a meeting with a company willing to offer me some cash to keep myself afloat for a while! Great news for me, at least, it is until they ask for it back… Still, needs must an’ all that.

Right, I think I’ve rambled for long enough now so I’m gonna scoot off and lurk for a bit in Minas Tirith. Tata!

Thought for the day: If your girlfriend is the jealous type, don’t talk to exes…

Weeeeell, here we are again folks, another day in the life of nobody in particular. I awoke at 10:30 this morning to find myself on my sofa, which is unusual… the last thing I remember about last night was watching “Interview With The Vampire” while waiting for the resin cast for my teeth to set so I could use them again, one can only assume that I fell asleep while doing so. Naturally, I was a little surprised to find myself there…

I’m now sitting here in front of this thing, yet again, while lurking in Minas Tirith, the new chatroom at OTF. For those of you that don’t know, OTF, or Outpost Ten Forward, is an online community complete with various Guilds, departments and interactive chatrooms. Sometime in the next hour or two I shall be getting a vistit from a delightful young lady who goes by the name of Margie (I’ve mentioned her before in previous entries and shall no doubt be doing so again, many, many more times in the future) although I’m not holding out much hope of her actually turning up anywhere near that time as her timekeeping skills are practically non-existent. Instead, I’ll just go about my business as usually until she finally does turn up, after which time, we’ll probably just sit in front of the TV and watch some of the films I just “obtained". Unless, of course, she manages to persuade me to go to the pub for a couple of pints, which she probably will. She is quite possibly the most persuasive person I’ve ever met, I swear, she could talk the Devil into setting himself on fire… Anyway, more on her some other time.

Oooh, after weeks of misery, I finally managed to fix this infernal contraption! It’s taken hours of work through trial and error and talking to numerous people about it (all of whom were unable to offer any kind of help, despite touting themselves to be “professionals") but I finally did it, and you know what the culprit was? My bloody DVD-RW. Fancy that… So, after yanking it out and running the system for a few hours, I had established that this was the root of the problem. What to do? Well, I decided on trying a firmware update first (assuming I could get the machine stable for long enough to implement this plan, that is…) which I duly did, and lo and behold, it worked! No more random drive accessing or lockups, just pure computing bliss. Well, apart from the fact that a dodgy PSU is now making the damn thing switch off at random intervals. Another problem all together… O’ for data that has been lost to spontaneous shutdowns…

Anyway, I think I’ve bored you for long enough now so I shall resign myself to another hour or so of lurking at the Outpost, make another cup of tea and wait for the arduous task of encoding multiple .avi files into MPEG-2 format to complete itself…

Thought for the day: Don’t ever rely on someone else to solve your problems for you, they’re usually wrong…

Howdy doo folks, welcome to the second official entry. Excited? You shouldn’t be…

Well, here I sit on the fourth day of my holiday from work and, rather unsurprisingly, I’ve been sat in front of this wretched machine for pretty much the whole time. In fact, last night was the second night in a row that I’ve gone to bed at 06:00… Man, ’s no bloody wonder I’m so tired all the time.

Right now I’m chatting to Dawn, a lovely girl I met in OTF and writing this while I wait a) for the Outpost to come back online again after another server issue, brought about by the ISP that supplies OTF’s 10Mbit connection going bankrupt and b) for Geocities to release the lock they put on the Artists Guild staff folders to limit bandwidth so I can get on and do some bloody work… I dunno, we have some great staff but really, a little common sense goes a long way!

I had a pool match last night and we played the team from the pub next door to ours. Now, ordinarily we would have whooped their asses but last night, as many before, I actually played as bad as I’ve ever done… Man, I’ll be glad when the season’s finished this month. I know it’s only one day a week but I gotta tell ya, it’s a drain. Don’t ask me why, maybe I just enjoy my Sunday evenings too much to waste them in the pub..? That said though, I was still a little reluctant to leave the place in favour of coming home to enjoy the grand unvieling of Minas Tirith at 22:00. I guess I miss spending time with familiar faces ~ something I seem to be neglecting more and more often these days. I mean, I’ve always been rather introverted, but lately it’s gotten quite bad and I’m becoming more withdrawn from “civilized society” as the days wear on…

Still, I’m not that bothered ~ most people are assholes anyway!

Well, here it is folks, my very first blog entry. I can hardly contain my indifference. I suppose I should start by welcoming you all, but that would just be a cliché, right? So, instead, I shall ask you why exactly it is that you’re so interested in what I have to say. I am, after all, just another bloke. Comments on this are welcome and you may air your thoughts using the link just down there.

Okay, now that’s out of the way, I’ll get down to it…

Since this is the first ever entry, it makes no sense to tell you what’s happened before today ‘cause that would just prompt a load of questions involving the history of my tales and that can become awfully tiresome… Also, I may run into some continuity issues, and that’s best avoided if at all possible. Heaven knows I have enough trouble keeping track of my life as it is.

Right, so I got in this morning after a rather uninteresting evening last night having just stayed at a certain lady friend’s house (more on her later, I’m sure) and as ever, I’m faced with something of a quandry. I mean, I love the girl, don’t get me wrong, but after what I did to her last time, why is she even contemplating a relationship with me again? The mind boggles… Anyhoo, I sit here now wondering whether I’m doing the right thing by her, and myself, in this whole sorry situation. And then, of course, there’s always the whole “Charlotte Issue” the details of which will become apparent in due course…

Anyway, I’m now sitting in Outpost 10 Forward, as I so often do, enjoying the second official day of my week’s holiday and waiting for the aforementioned lady to come and get me so we can go out for a drink. Yay. And yet again, Jon, a good friend to all of us, is going to be there too. Now, it’s not that I don’t like the guy, I do, really, it’s just that I’d like to have a little time to myself with said young lady and enjoy the finer things in a stable relationship. Not that this relationship is by any means stable, you understand..? I digress. Now I shall be forced to endure his mindless chatter and idle musings in his familiar, and not particularly pleasing, Birmingham accent, which, by the way, is becoming increasingly difficult to understand…

And so, I’m going to leave you for a while and grit my teeth through another episode of “The Love Triangle". I’ll no doubt be back later to update this, but until such time, be happy, it’s the only thing left to keep you sane. I’m a lost cause as far as that goes…