The wonderful wizard of Oz

The show’s actually looking quite good. I think it’s the first show I’ve lit that I’m actually quite proud of in places.

The last few days have been amazing. Tuesday was exhausting but it was worth more than anything in a long time. Things are going good ^_^

AND Assassin’s Creed 2 should arrive tomorrow!

It’s windy today

Do you know how much effort it takes just to ignore being met with a constant lack of interest?

Having a hard time again this morning. She was all I could think about before I fell asleep and has been on my mind all morning.

It’s strange how something as simple as her house being gone makes such a difference. I don’t think it would be as painful if I could just go and sit in her living room and watch tv; or sit in the small room; or, most importantly sit in the kitchen.

But everything’s gone. That place doesn’t exist any more and even though I’ve got a lot of the stuff from there here, it’s not the same. Out of the context of her house; it’s just a table.

I am enjoying this writer thing. It’s a handy little fucker.

Ooo, rude!

Anyway… it’s been a busy week and I’ve got the day off today so I’m sat here listening to Velvet Underground having just washed the missus’ dishes. Tut.

It’s weird being back on this computer. Where it all happened. It’s even more weird that it’s sitting on my grandma’s kitchen table in our very own (rented) cottage.

It’s really hard. I never thought of my grandma being gone and it’s pretty tough sometimes. Nothing’s hit me like this before. She was so important, almost vital, to me. It’s much easier than those first few weeks but there are times when it comes back and it can be overwhelming for a second or so.

”…a purple dog that wears spats”

On a lighter note it’s Autumn and I’m ridiculously happy about that. It’s easily my favourite time of the year; it feels so calm and a little sad. I think that’s always been the state where I’ve found the most peace. I remember it very well from childhood. I remember standing on our garden on a September evening, the sun going down and the air getting cold, listening to the quiet. It always seemed to be quiet then. Just the sounds of the wind in the trees and the occasional car in the distance. I’d sit and play with the grass. Just touching it and thinking of it as something alive. I still often do. It would strangely take a huge burden from me to think that one day it will die and that so will everything else. Knowing things die. That there’s so much pain and inevitable heartache in the world that will come from loss. It made me calm, then it made me happy, because no matter what you will one day lose you have it right now and that’s beautiful.

That wasn’t really a lighter note at all. Hm.

I want to be a windows live wriiiter

Ok. Just testing out if and how this works. It’s pretty cool from the look of it.

And there we go. Testing, testing etc.

There's Alex watching Totoro. He loved it. Although, he wasn't sure about Totoro. Didn't like his mouth I think. When we got in we sat watching the film and drinking juice out of his shot glass. Every time the girl laughed I could see the grin growing behind his dummy. He loves the girls.

It's unbelievable that, while we're getting ready to sleep, there are young people in Iran preparing for death tomorrow.
Actual, real death. All for something they believe is right.
God be with everyone tomorrow

Chicken noodle soup. Good call Scott. Hope it stays down.

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin"
Finally found that quote and where it's from. Ha!
O.K. So i've been reading Naomi's blog and it's inspired me to write a post myself.
Well, not really anything profound. Just that quote really.
I'm sick. Really sick. I've had a cold for the past two days but today it's suddenly gone, "Oh you're gonna get it!" and now I've got some sickness thing going on. I can sit up for the time being though.
Yeah, that's probably all you're going to get from me.
I'm feeling rough.
-_-

So none of that stuff materialised. I did start writing it all out but didn't have the time do it all.
Panto time again.
Have some pictures:


Chatsworth.
^_^

Wow. It'll soon be two years since I blogged. That's pretty useless of me. I got pretty bored with doing it after Naomi moved in with me as there really wasn't a point to it any more and the post in remembrance of Chloe seemed like a good place to stop. So I did. Then, last night I was in the bath and got to thinking, as you do. Well, as I do maybe you do too. Naomi was only saying yesterday that I spend about half an hour just sat in the bath before I even think about going on to do anything.
Just as an aside this is going to be stream of thought and I'm not even looking at my paragraphs or sentence length so just ignore the rules of English for a few minutes, I don't think that's a very hard thing to do on the internet.
So, as I was saying; I was in the bath and I thought about my blog and how I don't use it and how I'd like to. Basically my idea was to explain it. Start from the beginning and write the story of my life from the point of meeting my wife. Heaven knows there's a lot of stuff about that time that can't be explained enough to satisfy either of us but I thought it'd be nice to have a straight forward record of it all. Kind of like using my blog posts as notes to put together the story. I don't know whether I'll get around to doing that or if I still actually want to but it set me off on a nostalgic trip down internet memory lane and that is going to be the subject of this post.
While looking for some of our old profiles to get, 'in the mood' as it were I stumbled upon something which actually hit me quite hard;
We met through faceparty; a social networking site which helped start the trend of online dating as a serious option for meeting people rather than a way for geeks to get together. Recently, however (I don't know how recently but pretty recently) faceparty has been taken over by a new company and unused or unwanted profiles have been deleted with no notification of their owners. This includes the profile of my wife and me. Btw, yes, I did say 'unwanted' as, apparently, the new owners opted to just not purchase some of the profiles. Hm.
Now some people reading may think it's not really important but I'm sure many people who started relationships in a more traditional way would feel that tiny pang of loss when the restaurant they had their first date in was closed. It's kind of like that.
I could get indignant and say, "How could they take something so important to me without even the courtesy of letting me know!?" But, really, I don't care. I'm more aware of how important now is than anything past could be. I'm still in the relationship that started on FP and I'm planning on being in it for the rest of my life.
I was going on to say more but I've just started writing all the stuff I was going to write if I wrote the whole story and after doing this much I feel like I'd quite like to so I'm going to save it.
I'll be back with more. At least until I get bored.
^_^

Chloe.

The most beautiful cat to ever grace this earth.

The bed monster's going to get lonely without it's favourite play mate.

I took these for you. Like the old days.

I love you.

Miss you. See you soon.

^_^

ME: Are you gonna climb over to get out?
NAOMI: Yeah.
*Climbs over into driver's seat. Puts hands on the wheel*
NAOMI: So this is what it feels like to be Shane.

I love that woman.

My wife. So pretty.

No slouching!!

The chair has spoken.

*Harry Potter theme*

Look at the size of my pumpkin plants!! I think they're great. So alien looking.
I'm at work soon. Doing sound. I've never done sound before. : It'll be a crash course, that's for sure. Speaking of work, here's something I saw on the way last night:

What did they do before beauty?

O_o

The fly floor!

Pictures taken last night on the fly floor. For those who don't know; this is where you stand and haul on these ropes to pull scenery/cloth backdrops in and out for shows.

So, there you go.

01/07/06

Nothing to say. It's just there and it was perfect.

^_^

Poor things. What can you do when you're born looking like this?

This weekend's shaping up to be pretty amazing. Chatsworth for a picnic then a hotel for dinner and then London on Sunday. It's gonna be a HUGE weekend. I just wish we could've stayed until Monday and saw the Pirates premier.

Not that that would even compare to the rest of the weekend. It's going to be great.