State of the SB

Friday, February 12th, 2016 03:52 pm
miss_s_b: (Britishness: cricket)
Item: I'm currently taking a tw'oliday from twitter - there's so much horrific news at the moment, and it's hurting and affecting people I know and love, and it hurts being bombarded by it several times a day, so I'm taking a break. It won't be forever, probably just a couple of weeks. Just to build up my resilience.

Item: I have been incredibly impressed by hp-for-business customer support the last couple of days. Not only did the lady sort out the recalcitrant printer that had proved resistant to both mine and Alisdair's best efforts, but she rang me back today to check that things were still OK and it was still working (it was).

Item: I've taken to instagram like a duck to water. I'm pretty active (user name is jennierigg) and I'm mostly posting pictures of my doggies. The accounts I am following fall into four categories: 1, People I actually know; 2, accounts which post pictures of cute doggies; 3, accounts which post pictures of hot guys with beards; and 4, artists I admire - mostly tattoo and comicbook, but not exclusively. Oh, and there's also the amazing collision of 2 and 3 that is Hot Dudes With Dogs.
If you want to be bombarded with pictures of my doggies, occasional gym updates and photos of food, and comments on your photos do feel free to follow me there.

Item: Mental health has been... Not bad but not great. I have been quite low through the end of January, and the nightmares have been about 3 times a week. However, touch wood, things seem to be picking up. I'm slightly anxious about getting a Case Of The Februaries, but also hoping that the Februaries just came early and I got them out of the way in January. I did write up the nightmare I had the other day, and writing it out helped. I then gave it a cheesy happy ending. If there's demand I might post it.
A thing that's helping mental health a LOT is that I'm getting in a reasonable amount of reading time recently. Current OMG WOW SHE'S AMAZING author is Tananarive Due. Thoroughly recced to all of you.

Item: Physical health is pretty good. I'm not doing much cycling because the canal path is still buggered after the floods in late December - although [personal profile] matgb is on about taking me road cycling soon, despite my nerves - but I'm doing really well at the gym and in the pool, and getting some decent walks in every so often. I've got pretty impressive muscles at the mo.

Item: A week today I am going to go for the first appointment for my next tattoo. I has the excite! This has been ages in gestation; Matt has been sending me rough sketches by email, and it's going to be amazing. He's a genuinely awesome artist too. Really exciting. So that's probably going to go on Instagram; it'll also affect my swimming a little bit, because I'll have to not swim for a week after having it done. Boo. Shall have to do treadmill or something equally dreadful for cardio. :(
Hmm. Maybe rowing machine? Rowing machine is not that dreadful...

Item: Daughter continues fabulous. She's really settled in at the old Alma Mater, and has chosen her GCSE options this month
*pauses to pass smelling salts to those who remember her being born and are now feeling faint with age*
Doggies are also great, and very snuggly. And I'm coping OK with having all my boys under one roof, even if it is a bit crowded and a bit rubbish not having my own room any more.

Item: Job continues pretty good - I honestly think if I'd have still been in my old job I would have had a total breakdown two or three times in the last few months. So yeah, I'm really glad of Job. The work itself is fun, the pay is better than any job I have ever had before, and I'm not overburdened. It's pretty cool. I'm still getting used to not having to scrimp for every penny, and trying not to splurge every payday, which is harder than it looks. But I'm getting there...

Item: LibDemmery... I'm not even going there. Everything is hanging on York at the moment. We'll see.

So, yeah, that got longer than I expected. Um. Sorry. But you're all now updated on everything. I think...

Let me know if you'd like to see my nightmare.
miss_s_b: (Love: Addams)
I don't do Valentines. It's not that I don't have anybody to love; on the contrary, my cup runneth over, both with friendship-type love, familial affection, and the love one more usually associates with Valentines. This is the joy of being poly. And it's not just that I'm a tight-arsed Yorkshire lass and won't spend money on my various partners for Valentine's either. I don't have huge amounts of money* but what I have I am pretty free with.

My objections have been elucidated on this blog before:
I don't generally object to the idea of love, but I do object to it being sanitised and packaged and sold. Love isn't as predictable and safe as that. It's not red heart shapes and fluffy kittens and roses; it's the inability to spend a second of your day without thinking about someone. You can't package THAT and sell it for £4.99.

I also object to the idea that if you love someone you should only show them on one particular day of the year, and that the best way to show them is by buying a card with someone else's fake sentiments in, or a box of chocolates which have been made by the exploitation of hundreds of poverty-stricken cocoa-growers in the third world, or a rose which has been sprayed with pesticides and has been doubled in price especially for the day.

"Here, darling, to show how much I adore you I have contributed to the big fat profits of several Evil Multinational Corporations AND the suppression of the poor AND the destruction of the planet! Isn't that romantic? I also showed how monumentally stupid I am by buying something today for a good double the price it will be tomorrow..."

If a lover of mine decided they wanted to celebrate Valentine's Day, it'd have to be something they made themselves, I'm afraid. I don't do commercialism.
And that's without even going into the horrific lack of taste displayed by most Valentine-related products... They're all mass-produced soppy bullshit, and the love between two (or more) people is ALWAYS very individual, and shaped by the interaction of their personalities**.

Most people who might be going to send me a Valentine are perfectly happy with, and share, my sentiments on Valentine's Day. This suits us all, and also means we all spend less money, which is a laudable aim for any Yorkshire person, whether native or adopted. However, there are a couple who I think are a mite disappointed with my refusal to engage with the orgy of consumerism. I say this because I just got this text message from one of them***:
*adopts actors' stance*
Violets are blue
Roses are red
I've got no money
So you're just getting head
I think that falls into the category of something he made himself, doesn't it? As I type this, though, I think he's just been trumped:Beardy Colin with a message for me? Best. Valentine. Ever.



*In world terms, yes, I am pretty rich. In UK terms I'm really not. Bottom 10%.
**I may revise this opinion if they ever start producing Liberal Valentines with John Stuart Mill quotes on, but I'm not holding my breath
***who also likes Christmas. Go figure.
miss_s_b: Vince Cable's happy face (Politics: Vince - happy face)
... because I can't trust myself not to post a huge long damaging howl of pain and betrayal.

Sorry.

Normal service may or may not resume soon, depending on the outcome of various things. I'm not going to be more specific than that.
miss_s_b: (Mood: Vyvyan Twos Up)
I'd like to make something clear, before any more cariacaturing of my position on Ed Davey goes on. My problem with him is not that he has a penis. My problem with him is that in his previous job, and despite lots of lobbying from people like Greg Mullholland and Gareth Epps, he decided that he was going to do his level best to contribute to fucking up the industry I work in, and have a great degree of fondness for. I dislike Ed being promoted, not because he is male, but because he FUCKED WITH MY LIFE.

His maleness has knack all to do with the fact that I think he has been overpromoted and will be rubbish; I bash him on his record, not his gender. I wouldn't care if he was a two-headed, three-armed hipster from Betelgeuse if I thought he could do the job. And while we're on the point, the fact that there are able and capable women who have not been promoted while he HAS been does not smack to me of meritocracy, and no amount of whinging from supposedly humourous people on this score is going to persuade me that this is meritocracy in action.
miss_s_b: Captain Kathryn Janeway (Feminist Heroes: Janeway)
Coverage of Woman in Black looks to be following the pattern of Kick Ass, X-Men First Class and Stardust: Ooooooo look Jonathan Ross has turned up to the premiere because his friend is in the film!

...

Nothing to do with his wife having written the fucking screenplay then? Bastards.

It's at this point that I gives (limited) props to ITV for actually acknowledging her existence and having a brief interview with her, even if they did spend more time interviewing Ross first, and they probably only acknowledged her because every single one of the film's stars that they asked what the best thing about the film was said Jane Goldman's script.
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... it's mostly bored resignation that in the midst of mouthing off about diversity, Clegg promotes two white middle class middle aged cisgendered het men, rather than one of the vastly more capable women he has available to him. I can't bring myself to be angry about it, like Caron is. I just don't have the energy any more. My irony meter went sproing a long time ago. It's like the fact that while the Welfare Reform Bill was going through Cameron was hosting a party for Children in Need. Because there's going to be so many more of them, now they've forced the Welfare Reform BIll through.

Of course, the fact that it's Ed Davey who has been promoted to Huhne's job is, as the fabulous Epps points out, just the polish on the turd.

The stench of hypocrisy adhering to the leadership of my party is really getting pungent now. I didn't get into politics to make the disabled suffer for no good reason, or to cause people weaker than me pain just because I could, and I didn't do it to pay lipservice to diversity while all the time maintaining the status quo either. If I wanted to do that I'd have become a member of the Cornerstone Group of the Tories.

I didn't do that. I joined the Lib Dems. And increasingly, these days, I'm wondering why I bothered. I keep coming back to this one thing: what's the point of a democratic conference if the parliamentarians just ignore it? I'd like to hear a convincing answer to that.
miss_s_b: (Politics: FU)
There are a lot of people who are active in politics and political journalism who did not grow up watching House of Cards (and its sequels) and the New Statesman, or even Yes Minister, and therefore How Things Actually Work is a closed book to them.

This post brought to you by the blindingly incompetent "analysis" of current political events by almost everyone, and mine and [personal profile] matgb's ongoing fascination and amazement with it



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Death and taxes

Monday, February 7th, 2011 09:29 am
miss_s_b: (Britishness: Tea)
Yesterday I learned that one of my regular customers at work had passed away when I was off sick. Geoff was in his nineties, but very fit. He would come in every sunday, on his bike; a little unsteady on his pins when walking, but fully at home and at speed when cycling. He was one of the few customers who would get automatic hugs when he was leaving, and I shall miss him.

The other death of note is, of course, gary moore. I'm composing this on my phone, so embedding a load of you tube videos is difficult, but imagine at least Rosin Dubh, Out in the Fields, and Parisienne Walkways here.

And so to taxes... Top of this week's Pravda Golden Dozen is a post by someone earning three times what my entire family does complaining about how he is part of the squeezed middle and being adversely affected by coalition policy. I do actually have some sympathy for him, which is why I'm not linking to the post, but I think he was foolish to post without more consideration of how high his income actually is. The reason I mention his post is that it's a perfect illustration of something which we, as politicians, should bear in mind a hell of a lot more often: most people genuinely believe that they are normal. Thus people who are earning more than 90% of us do can genuinely believe themselves to be part of the squeezed middle, and people who are actually poor will vote for parties who would hammer them. As a liberal, my instinct is to educate so that people are more informed and hopefully this effect will be lessened, rather than exploiting it as, labour and tory do, but as a cynic I'm not sure how effective that would be... And of course, our glorious leader's cack-handed alarm clock britain bollocks was an attempt to exploit this very phenomenon, so perhaps I'm alone in wanting to cure people of misconceptions.

(composed on my n8 with swype keypad, so coding is non-existent, and typos may be rife).
miss_s_b: (Britishness: Tea)
As February starts to bite, the tradition of it being a shitty month seems to be continuing. Following in a long and glorious tradition (well, following Mortimer, anyway), the current Queen of Lib Dem blogging, Charlotte Gore, has hung up her keyboard. We mourn her passing, and reminisce about her many fine rants.

But as we mourn, we must celebrate the fact that this means a succession to the throne, and the next highest ranked female Lib Dem blogger is the one and only Caron. May Cthulhu bless her and all who sail in her.



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Wednesday, February 25th, 2009 10:34 pm
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I have been letting things get on top of me, I guess.

I'm still kind of shaken about nan's death, and Shrubby's issues with Scott at school, and the house, and the money situation, and work, and the upcoming conference and of course, it's February, and... Well, lots of stuff. Lots of stuff stressing me out, and I'm not getting time to destress.

And then last night and this morning Mat and I had a silly argument and, like Casey said, fighting with Mat made me have flashbacks to stuff that I KNOW Mat would never do to me and... Well, it wasn't pretty. And I've done a bit of damage to my hand which hampered work a bit. But I'll be fine.

Mat and I have worked out a way of getting me some winding down time to myself, and he has been incredibly supportive and wonderful in general, and I wouldn't have got through today without him being calm and gentle and amazing. I feel terribly guilty and ashamed for what I have put him through today. I don't deserve the kind of love he has lavished on me, I really don't.

I also want to thank all of you for being supportive and lovely. And I'm sorry for worrying you. I shall endeavour to not let things get this bad again.

* snuggles for you all *

Lordy...

Tuesday, March 27th, 2007 11:16 am
miss_s_b: (Default)
So now I feel awake enough to actually attempt to backread my f-list, it seems I'm not the only one who had a rough night.

* huggles for, in no particular order [livejournal.com profile] ginasketch (Vice sounds lovely!), [livejournal.com profile] puddingcat (they don't deserve you anyway), [livejournal.com profile] the_mendicant (bastard bloody Gatsos), [livejournal.com profile] siamesegoth (merde indeed), [livejournal.com profile] spineynormanuk (irony can be a bitch sometimes), [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel (go to the doctor FFS!) and anybody else who needs them *

Is this some kind of revenge of the Februaries, or something?

ETA: and it seems I still missed stuff: [livejournal.com profile] veganhothead, one day you and I and our little cabal of loyal minions will be ruling the world, and then we can do something about these crappy minimum wage employers who don't appreciate the talent they have in their ranks... Preferebly with cemtex.

Brig/Benton fic

Wednesday, February 14th, 2007 12:48 am
miss_s_b: (Default)
Title: Their Love is SO Canon (Yeah, I'm bad at titles)
Rating: Probably a 15
Prompt: none, except my own fevered brain.
Era/Pairing: Brigadier/Benton
Spoilers: really tiny ones for The Invasion and Inferno
Word Count: 1003
Notes: This is all Fraser Hines's fault. In the commentary for The Invasion he points out that Benton is gazing rather adoringly at the Brig. Ever since then I can't help but notice the loving glances between them, and I discovered that in order to enjoy Benton/Brig I was going to have to write it myself...

( click here for teh naughty military men )

(BTW, [livejournal.com profile] daniel_saunders, you're safe to comment on this entry without thine eyes being offended; that's a link to elsewhere, not a cut ;))

And, I have to agree with my Good Twin: AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH THE VALENTINE'S DAY HEADER IS THE FOULEST THING IN CREATION!!! And not only that, but I suspect the changeover to it is why I have been getting posting errors the last ten minutes or so. Stupid Valentine's Day.
miss_s_b: (Default)
... I'm going to be good and not go and stalk Sam West tomorrow. I can't afford to, for one thing (£20 on tickets is a couple of rounds of drinks on thursday even at London prices, I'd wager) and for another thing it's going to be difficult to sort out the Shrub-sitting, and Ian will just be difficult.

And I'd only sit there and stare and go red anyway...

Stupid self

Had a lovely time watching TG with [livejournal.com profile] puddingcat last night; we practically laughed ourselves sick.

Hurrah for the cricket!

* happy dance *

Watched the last bit of Castrovalva this morning - hurrah! for Ainley!Master flashing bare flesh!

I did pants at climbing this afternoon, don't know why. Am going to go and soak in a hot bath and try not to think too much about the chipmunk that they've cast in Ant's part for season 29 of Who, or the fact that I've just chosen Sandi Toksvig over Sam West.

* smoochies for [livejournal.com profile] crashmatt anyway for the offer *

You'll have to come over for a drinkie one evening.
miss_s_b: (Default)
Valentine's Day.

I notice that a few of you have posted a valentine's meme where you try to get people to send you virtual valentines...

I won't be doing that. Nor will I be adding to any of your tallies.

Here, for your delectation is a rant I posted elsewhere, which may explain why:
I don't generally object to the idea of love, but I do object to it being sanitised and packaged and sold. Love isn't as predictable and safe as that. It's not red heart shapes and fluffy kittens and roses; it's the inability to spend a second of your day without thinking about someone. You can't package THAT and sell it for £4.99.

I also object to the idea that if you love someone you should only show them on one particular day of the year, and that the best way to show them is by buying a card with someone else's fake sentiments in, or a box of chocolates which have been made by the exploitation of hundreds of poverty-stricken cocoa-growers in the third world, or a rose which has been sprayed with pesticides and has been doubled in price especially for the day.

"Here, darling, to show how much I adore you I have contributed to the big fat profits of several Evil Multinational Corporations AND the suppression of the poor AND the destruction of the planet! Isn't that romantic? I also showed how monumentally stupid I am by buying something today for a good double the price it will be tomorrow..."

If a lover of mine decided they wanted to celebrate Valentine's Day, it'd have to be something they made themselves, I'm afraid. I don't do commercialism.
I'll get down off me soapbox now, eh?
miss_s_b: (Default)
I ask merely because of the explosion of horribleness all over LJ today. Not just wangst, but real, genuine PAIN and heart-rending lifestuff.

That shit is supposed to be confined to February. Why is it coming early?

For those who need cheering up, especially those of you who, like me, have a thing for the curlier-haired gentleman, I'd like you to take a moment to think. Pause, and imagine the lovely Rufus Sewell. Imagine his naked bottom. Then click here* and see if your imagination matches up to the reality.

*If the words "naked" and "bottom" didn't give you a clue, it's almost definitely NSFW

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