Still dreary, still not showered. I need motivatin’…
Listen to Shapoopi! It’s a good way to start the day 
Provides lots o’ motivatin’
Major construction.
We gays aren’t allowed to just divulge our purtification rituals to anyone, you know!
It’s stuff like this that reminds me to have faith in this world.
Ona side note I just spent a fruitless hour looking for some video I was shown years ago in a news training seminar about good stories and trusting your instincts. It was one long low shot, about a minute long, shown at the end of some local newscast where a photog had stumbled onto a momma duck walking her babies across a road. Each duckling manages to hop up a curb except one at the end, and the video shows the duckling hopping, hopping, hopping again and again until finally it got up there and they all moved away across the grass.
The news program titled it Perseverance and just let the video roll at the end of the program. It was one of the most commented on / highly rated pieces of video that news show did that year.
I wish I could find it.
While searching I found this video of a police officer & samaritan trying to help out, so I include it here.
It also reminds me of a story I shot over a decade ago in Baltimore. Call went out on the police radio of some baby ducklings stuck in a fountain near Harborplace in Baltimore’s Inner Harbor, and I was dispatched with a reporter and live truck to the scene. Yeah it was a slow news night, a Sunday if I remember right.
It actually turned into a fascinating story as it was apparent the ducklings were in real danger of being sucked into the pumps, bystanders were upset and police would do nothing about it. We shot our story and it was getting close to airtime at 11pm when some scanner nut friends of mine showed up to see what the fuss was about. I took a moment to explain it to them while I was editing the story, then before you know it KERSPLASH! they jump in the fountain and start grabbing ducklings!
The cops were a little annoyed but they were glad they didn’t have to do it, and my friends spent half the night trying to find a rescue group that would take the ducklings (momma had long before disappeared in the commotion), and they totally fucked up my story by jumping in a few minutes before airtime, but it was all good in the end.
Sometimes a little direct action is needed.
Did you miss what I said about swampy and TMI??
OK, now, for certain, as soon as I post this, I’m going to shower, dress, and take care of my morning errands. So quit distracting me, you naught Mumpers!!!
No I guess I missed it 
WHAT?!? YOU’RE GAY?!?
Someone had to do it, and besides, it’s good for Swampy to have competition.
Blurf.
Had to go to stoopid job centre required program place this morning.
I get (read- have to) to go on an employability skills course next week.
Yay.
I get a certificate.
More yay.
I’m sure once I have (another? I think I already have one somewhere) employability skills certificate, companies will start fighting over who gets to give me a job- after all, I will have demonstrated my ability to sit there for three days without actually going visibly insane or punching anyone, and that’s what employers really want, right? :rolleyes:
Luckily, it’s a bank holiday on monday, which means we lose a day of the course- that pretty much tells you all you need to know, I suspect; they can cut out a quarter of the course, just like that. I expect it to be ‘Don’t insult customers to their faces, don’t pick your nose, remember to wear pants, don’t steal money from the till. There, now you’re trained.’ Call me cynical, but I’ve been on these before.
Anyway- on a nicer topic, aww for ducklings
We used to do all sorts of animal rescue stuff, had baby pheasants that dimwit mummy pheasant tried to lead over a cattle grid, baby hedgehogs, a squirrel… all sorts of things at various times.
I learned my purtification ritual from Mommie Dearest. If you need to know, go watch the movie. 
We’re like the fiber optic in the colonoscopy of life.
Thanks for the earworm, $2.99. :mad:
Those are awesome stories, 2gig.
Last night, I kept waking up every hour and a half or so, convinced that it was time to get up and that my alarm hadn’t gone off. Then, I would check the clock and realize that it was still night time, so I got to sleep more. Then, I’d wake up an hour and a half later, panicked that the alarm hadn’t gone off. Rinse and repeat.
I was kind of torn between annoyance at the panic and happiness at learning I had more sleep.
Of course, this morning, I’m dead tired.
AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!
also blurf
Nuts, with that shiny new employability skills certificate, you could probably solve the entire UK economic crisis within five minutes!
(((((rosie))))) - here’s to not being freaked out any more and getting moved into the new place. And of course the same for (((((mmmmmmmms))))) because everybody hates moving house. And another lot for ((((($2.99))))), just 'cos.
I had a job interview today, not sure I actually want the position as it has a couple of negatives as far as I’m concerned. It’s based in Bourneville which is further away from home than I currently work and it would mean working largely on my own - neither are huge dealbreakers but I have to say that if they are fool enough to turn me down, I won’t be sending in the attack spiders this time. I have another interview next Tuesday too so that might work out better.
I have no idea what Swampy’s irk purtification ritual might entail but if it includes spandex hotpants and a gold lamé boobtube, I am better off not knowing.
Loading day and the boys are kicking ass already!
I still hate moving. {{Rosie}} deep cleansing breaths…
And {{everyone else}}
Laters!
You get way too upset about the color of a fellow’s hair, dude.
:rolleyes:
Humph! Nobody’s ever wondered about my leanings.
Think I’m done abusing my spine for a bit. Front-load washing machines are heavy and ours needed to be carried back into the new laundry room and set into the emergency moat. It all looks nice, at least.
Just waiting at the hospital while DH gets deported. (How else do you describe the removal of a portacath central line?) Saw a six monitor rig in the radiology suite that would be fantastic for work. WANT!!
If you pick up and carry around washing machines, I don’t think anyone will hassle you about anything. 
I went to a wax museum for the first time yesterday. I went with a friend.
I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. It was actually quite entertaining.