Christmas Day 2012

Tuesday 25 December, 2012

And here we are again. A full Christmas day nearly over, thank the primordial atom. Did we all have a good, joyous day?

If you said yes, good for you.

If you said no, join me on the woe train. woowoo, chugga chugga!

I’ve decided on a new tactic this year. Instead of looking at it from the point of view of Ebenezer Scrooge and crapping on it, I’m going to revel in my anti-Christmas opinions and celebrate them instead. Optimism in misery  what do you think? Well, it worked for me today but I wouldn’t recommend it for the masses. To be quite honest, it’s exhausting. I’d rather just go back to ignoring Christmas and scowling at people who’ve dragged me into it. It was a lot easier, I think. If I remember correctly.

So, what did I do today, I hear you cry!

Well, I started the day off by chatting to my Good Friend in our annual Awkward Awkward Christmas Phone call  That makes it the fifth year on the go! I’ve never had traditions actually last that long, and this year I was quite pleasantly surprised to find him arrange the time before I could get around to it. Well, my plan was to wake up today, text him and ask him what time was best for him, but he beat me by about 12 hours. He’s a business man, so he’s very efficient. Also, very busy, so it was nice to be sandwiched in rather than forego this tradition!

Well, I call it a tradition. He possibly calls it his “annual conversation with a fast talking weirdo”.

Anyway, so then it was a fry up dinner, card/present swapping (very low key ones, but I’d still rather forego it all), geeking about on the computer, Christmas tea at just after 5 (which in my family consists of roast chicken, stuffing, roast potatoes, carrot and turnip, cauliflower, sometimes broccoli but not tonight, and sprouts for anyone who likes them, and gravy on top.) followed by mince pies.

Home made mince pies and very nice ones, even if I do say so myself.

And the rest of the evening has been spent like every other Tuesday.

One day I will get everyone agreeing with me. We’ll sod the presents, and gather around in groups of people we mutually get along with, and play parlour games instead. It’d be a lot more interesting and fun than all the commercial stuff that happens today, I’m sure.

And as for what’s next on my agenda… Well, that’s where things have gone a bit pear shaped, isn’t it? I’ve come back and said twice now that things have made blogging here difficult and that it should all blow over soon and it’ll be back to normal next week! but both times I’ve disappeared back into the ether. But I’ve been quite sick since from the end of October and engaging my brain to get something near journalistic-levels (the very reason for this blog!) has just been too exhausting. when I’ve even had the chance to try.

But I do plan to get back on this roller-coaster in the new year, because it makes more sense to start a’new then than it does between now and then. Just keep watching this space. Once the whole Christmas rubbish is behind me, it’s back into the saddle and back to riding the failed pony express.

Regardless of your feelings on Christmas and the whole Yule period, I hope you were able to celebrate something today/this week/this month, and I hope you have a very good new year.

Excuse me, I have some words to eat

Monday 12 December, 2011

If you were to read my entries from around this time last year, you would be met with some words and sentences directed at Christmas and December fit for old Ebenezer Scrooge himself.

Now, I’m not saying I’ve changed my ways. I still hate Christmas, and the commercialisation of Christmas, and December and how the whole of December is a painful countdown to Christmas and then new year. And it’s always cold, and dark, and miserable. I think all of it is miserable and pointless and the less I had to do with it the better.

However. However… During the summer, I got quite attached to something that had a small reference to Christmas in it. And I am delightfully happy to finally get the chance to use and abuse this very small reference to my heart’s content. So it’s really all about that than it is about Christmas.

It’s exactly the same as hating Chemistry, but finding absolute joy in the song Catalyst by New Found Glory, and using and abusing the chance to sing it obnoxiously everytime work is done with a catalyst. Or the word Catalyst is mentioned.

I’m not happy to celebrate Christmas, this is just a very small way I can make the lead up to it tolerable. Something better to focus on, at least.

It’s amazing what benefits there are to having a geeky, fangirl mindframe.

I would thank the person responsible for this little reference right here, right now, on this very blog, but I don’t want to give any more away that would connect my blog with my LiveJournal.

So anybody intrigued will have to stay intrigued… (I say that as if I have regular readers)

Normal scheduling consisting of grumbling, moaning, complaining and many other things that describe my ill-feelings towards Christmas in general and December will resume as of now.

Thank You!

The Deep Freeze

Friday 3 December, 2010

My brain is clearly affected the same way by snow and extreme cold as my whole country is: very badly. It should be impossible for my brain to freeze up like it had, I can blog about almost anything if I needed to. It wouldn’t be interesting, it might not even be that long, but By George! I could do it.

Just apparently not in cold weather. Which puzzles me. Not so much my brain, or even my body which doesn’t react to cold temperatures very well either, but this country. We’re pretty impressive in our capacity to complain about the weather. It’s a stereotype but stereotypes start somewhere and this one really is true. We complain when it’s too hot and can’t do anything and we complain when it’s too cold and can’t do anything, but either way, speaking in terms of temperatures, it’s not actually that bad.

In Australia, for example, you literally could fry an egg on the sidewalk on one of their cooler warm days. Same goes for parts of America on their ridiculously hot days. When we approach mid-twenties C, this country panics, yet that’s pretty average for a normal summer day in Australia.

We start worrying whether things will start to melt, people getting heat stroke, old people start to actually die passed the thirties, and then there’s hilarious but inevitable hose pipe ban. Remember this year’s? We had a week of gorgeously warm weather, the water levels dropped so they imposed a hose pipe ban. Remember what happened next?

It rained. A lot. Frequently, as is this country’s fashion. It was ridiculous. But not as ridiculous as we get in the winter.

If you’d have looked out the window these past few days, you’d be forgiven for thinking events from The Day After Tomorrow were actually happening. Flights were affected, trains were affected, buses were affected, roads were affected, schools were closed down, people started panic buying and the inevitable talk about elderly people affording their central heating took place on the news.

I’m thinking this was a sign from some higher power, giving us some proper news for once instead of incessantly talking about the engagement and pending marriage of Prince William and Kate Middleton. Well, it taught us, didn’t it?

If there’s anything we know how to do, it’s to make the weather into news. Not just one piece of news, but everything related to or affected by the weather is reported. The safety concerns about flying because the snow and ice on the runway makes it difficult to land, concerns about the engines freezing over despite the extreme temperatures planes must face when they’re flying in the sky. Train lines freeze over, that’s a story about efficient train services and the amount of money that goes into public transport. Poor innocent travelers are being stranded because of trains, they’ve got no other option than to get the train and without trying to battle through, they wouldn’t be able to get to work. So when the trains go down, there’s more replacement bus services on, but they depend on the roads and the roads are a state! Last time there was heavy snow fall, there was a grit and salt shortage. Would this happen again? What about the lorries filled with food for shops, will they be able to get through?

I’ve never understood the logic that delayed lorry deliveries mean that people should panic buy. If people didn’t panic buy, the stock left in the shops would last longer. If more people followed this logic, this wouldn’t make the news every year.

And that’s what that is. That big paragraph above? That is every single article and headline premise in the last 5 days. For a very conserved country, seen as The Good British Folk With The Stiff Upper Lip, we’re quite melodramatic.

Scandinavian countries, even some of the Shetland Islands here, face this kind of temperature everyday. I don’t see their country grinding to a slow, frozen stop. They still have trains, they still have other forms of transports and if planes couldn’t fly in -5 degrees C, nobody would be able to fly in or out of Sweden for most of the year. It’s ridiculous.

We’re ridiculous. We’d probably not believe the end of the world is here every time snow hits in Winter, if we just knew that life can carry on with the snow. Train Services, I’m mainly looking in your direction.