The Perils of Pedantry

I Attended a training course for work today. It wasn't too bad as far as courses go. It was in aid of the forthcoming introduction of a new data management system, so it involved a lot of practical work, i.e. spackering about with a mouse and clicking on drop down file options.

Not exactly rocket science, but nor was it a slumber inducing snore-fest, theory laden kind of day. As an added bonus, we were finished by 3pm and they're concerned we may be finished by lunchtime tomorrow. I’m concerned too, as this would then mean returning to “proper” work. Boo!

In other news. Arriving home early due to the aforementioned, I was greeted in my facebook mail account with the following:

Dont bother taking the pee out of the way I spell 'definately', people have enough in life to worry about than some random taking the piss. Hope ypu grow up soon!

I’ve much to say on this subject and may do so elsewhere. This was in response to a status update I had submitted "Definitely is spelled definitely, not definately, when will you people ever lurn?"

I’ll have to be careful with my flippancy in future I fancy.

The Aftermath

Urrrghhhh, today I am suffering with solid hangoverliness. Last night I attended my aunt and uncle's 50th Wedding anniversary. It's nice to be able to attend a family gathering for positive reason's, having spent a spell at a seemingly endless run of funerals.

I could of course make the obvious reference to prison sentences etc but that would be doing Douglas and Sheila a huge disservice. They are simply one of the loveliest couples I have ever had the good fortune to know, testament to this statement was the excellent turn out to their party, the continuously full dance floor and general all round merriment.

I spent the evening with a massive grin perma-plastered upon my dish due to the sheer joyousness of the occasion. The only downside being, that I drank more than my body is now apparently used to and spent a spell yodelling down the great white telephone. This was upsetting as I am unable to recall when last I vomited from overindulging on the old alkeehol.

Still, it does not detract from the enjoyment of last night's frivolities. Three cheers for Douglas and Sheila! Hip hip...

A Premise

A thought occurred to me this morning. I have been having problems posting stuff at "the other place" recently. I seem to have lost the confidence to regularly string my words together and put them up for public dissection as I used to do.

This in part is due to my inability to put together "showpiece material" but also out of the self conscious realisation that in reality people aren't really all that interested in the day to day stuff of an everyday idiot such as myself.

Recently it feels as though I've had more stuff published on Teletext's Planet Sound - The Void pages. The trick with submitting stuff to them is that it has to be of a musical bent and be between 80-100 words long. I have enjoyed the discipline of putting together my views on subjects, keeping them succinct whilst making them readable with my own personal slant on things.

My idea is simple. I intend to use this page as a daily diary, keeping to a 100-200 word requirement. Hopefully this will give me the discipline to sit down each day and summarise things, who knows? If I feel like it works, I may even notify people about it or indeed use it elsewhere.

I'm pretty sure no one ever looks at this page now so it will give me free reign to try this little experiment. How successful I will be, Lord only knows, this is already nearing 300 words and an average posting of mine is usually 1200 words, so to condense a week into approximately 1400 seems like quite a challenge.

If any of my regular readers happen to come across this, I hope you will enjoy what is posted, although it is likely to be tediously dull.

Luv'n'Cuddlz

The Blogtometrist xx