I can see pretty pale blue pre-dawn sky, yet it's raining. It wasn't raining when I got in, so yay.
I was also treated to a wee bit of Colin on tv before I left. And I needed a wee bit of Colin. In fact, a whole lot of Colin wouldn't go amiss but a wee bit on tv will have to suffice.
It cheered me up.
And I needed cheering up. Why? Because I had plans this weekend. Actual, bonafide, all booked up plans. and I was looking forward to my weekend. Then the Vogons from Head Office call. Do I have plans for this weekend? Well as a matter of fact...Cancel them, demands Head Office. There's a big project due and due to our complete lack of planning there's nobody available but you and you're the last person we'd ever go to in a pink fit but we need this done, you're it, forget about your weekend.
So I duly cancelled it. I don't mind the expense or disappointment so much, though I do wish I could get a life refund as well as a monetary one (though I'm assured my fees will be transferred, waived, refunded, etc), but I really don't like the way they talk to me. It's hurtful, insulting and demeaning. I really don't like the way they make me feel and act, all surly and snarly, which hardly reinforces anyone's idea that I might be in the least bit professional, though my feelings, I feel, were valid, in so far as I feel used and abused and not at all happy about the fact.
So, anyways, last night I get an email. Yep, you guessed it. Some bigwig has decided he really doesn't like that shade of blue or whatever and the whole thing is back to the drawing board (in a perfect world I could just change the shade of blue like that but here it has to filter through a thick peat of 70 or so committees up and down and once somebody's put their 2c in then everybody has to pipe up and say they never really liked that header image anyway and so on and so forth.
So, no holiday, no big project (for which I was hoping to gain some small grudging acknowledgement) and, well, grizzle.
But I musn't mind the fookers, as a friend once reminded me, and Salvation Army guy also said I musn't let mean spirited folks ruin my day.
So I won't. I haven't. There was Colin on tv, a drop dead gorgeous picture of Jude in the Vanity Fair (see below) that was on the shelves this morning and I fixed myself another nice chai, just from my tea bags, but yummy.
I had a chai last night, the syrupy one. Really strong on the cloves, but I put it in my big grande Starbucks cup I got for Xmas, which diluted it a bit, and as I'd imbibed a bucket of warm milk before bedtime I was face down and drooling into the pillow before they'd even arrested the perp on SVU. Oh dear. Never mind, I'll pick it up as a repeat on TV1. I'm not that desperate, it's just a show I like to have on while I'm writing.
Not that I got a chance last night, or this morning, but I feel the muses are speaking to me again, at bloody last, they just haven't come up with anything I can use just now. I wish I could go home and write. Especially as my bed was all soft and warm in ways it just won't be tommorrow. Tomorrow it'll be hard and lumpy and full of crumbs from nowhere and all the sheets will be in a tangle on the floor after a restless night. Maybe I should have another bucket of chai tonight :D
It's certainly helped. It's like I felt my muses switch back on in my head. That's nice. I feel like me for the first time since, September? I feel as though I should be on holidays. It's stopped raining, the sun's up, tickling the clouds with pale pinky yellow. Looks like a lovely day. Wish I was off having adventures.
Never mind, they're playing one of my most favourite songs ever on the radio. The band hailed from Manchester, that's all I'm saying. Hmmm, time for another chai, methinks.
Btw, email@example.com sent me a virus today. Tsk. Albert Square will be hearing from me :D
Update: The Head Office Vogons are mean people. I hate them. They give me all the crap jobs, won't give me access and then they insult me. They've ruined my day, the shits.
Gakked from klia
First movie that comes to my mind when I think of:
1. Sigourney Weaver - Ghostbusters
2. Robin Williams - Good Morning Vietnam (because I can't say Mork & Mindy)
3. Clint Eastwood - For a Fistful of Dollars (Iconic)
4. Mel Gibson - Summer City
5. Paul Newman - Cool Hand Luke (Iconic)
6. Brad Pitt - Interview With a Vampire (fright wig)
7. Steve McQueen - The Honeymoon Machine (cute)
8. Audrey Hepburn - Lavender Hill Mob (cute) or Charade, Roman Holiday, Sabrina
9. James Stewart - The Philedelphia Story, Vertigo or maybe Broken Arrow
10. Samuel L. Jackson - Star Wars, Pulp Fiction
11. Cary Grant - Bringing Up Baby, Charade
12. Ewan McGregor - Trainspotting, Shallow Grave
13. Sean Connery - Dr No et al
14. Anthony Hopkins - Silence of the Lambs, because I can't say Department S
15. Harrison Ford - Raiders of the Lost Ark, Star Wars
16. Kevin Spacey - The Usual Suspects
17. Tom Hanks - Joe Versus the Volcano
18. Robert DeNiro - Meet the Parents
19. Al Pacino - none, can't stand him.
20. Jamie Lee Curtis - True Lies
21. Ingrid Bergman - Notorious
22. Vanessa Redgrave - Mary, Queen of Scots
23. Emma Thompson - Sense and Sensibility
24. Meryl Streep - Evil Angels
25. Angelina Jolie - Hackers
26. Nicole Kidman - BMX Bandits
27. Christopher Walken - Puus in Boots
28. Barbra Streisand - Hello Dolly
29. Joan Plowright - none.
30. Michelle Rodriguez - none.
31. Maggie Smith - Gosford Park
32. Drew Barrymore - Firestarter
33. Edward Norton - Fight Club
34. Helena Bonham Carter - Fight Club
35. Doris Day - The Man Who Knew Too Much
36. Pam Grier - none
37. Halle Berry - X-Men.
38. Kathy Bates - Misery.
39. Katharine Hepburn - Bringing up Baby, Philedelphia Story
40. Lauren Bacall - The Big Sleep
41. Claude Rains - The Invisible Man, Casablanca
42. Bette Davis - Now, Voyager.
43. Ed Harris - Enemy at the Gates
44. Peter O'Toole - Lawrence of Arabia.
45. Michael Keaton - Multiplicity
46. Gregory Peck - Roman Holiday (see Audrey)
47. Michelle Pfeiffer - Ladyhawke
48. Holly Hunter - Raising Arizona
49. Janeane Garofalo - Romy and Michele's High School Reunion (I never get to pick the film)
50. Kevin Bacon - Footloose