i know that this is tragic, but:
OMFG!! Did you just see Neighbours? (yes, the Australian soap that one only watches when one is a child after school)
WTF? They just burnt down the whole set, practicaly! (Well, Lassiders...or whatever it's called...)
We didn't see who started the fire, just a black shadowy figure...but the last shot before the theme music went was....ok, i have to google him. Paul Robinson. The guy who used to ...own? Manage? Something important in lassiders, anyhow.
I have no idea why i think all this important enough to LJ.
I've just given blood, btw. Wahey, a whole pint lighter! (Picture the scene....
::Elf climbs onto bed, settles down::
Blood guy is still taking the donation in the next door bed, so starts labelling up my bags.
::Elf waits patiently until needle is in, blood is pumping in (I quote) "The most erratic way I've ever seen!" My flow rate varies from 50 to 100 every few seconds. Blood geezer thinks the needle is hitting the wall of my vein therefore partially cutting off the flow in rhythm with my hand-movements)::
::Elf closes her eyes and begins to plot...::
Blood Geezer: "Are you all right? Are you feeling faint?"
Elf: "I'mjust plotting some lovely boy/boy love that I'll write later fine, thank you."
Snerk.
Work today was...destructive. We need 13 infills for the spiral...we had 11 good ones and we'd ordered 4 re-casts.
Byt the time I've drilled all the holes we had 9 good ones. Once I'd tapped them out we had 7 good ones (and two fewer taps...oops!) (Oh, tapping means threading a hole for a bolt. You tap the holes and dye the bolts. Make sense?)
So...bummer. Cos 7+4 doesn't equal 13. So we had to order more casts. At £40 a pop this isn't good!!
The problem is the cast is very hard and full of old crap that every other dumbass has put in it over the years. That's how I broke the taps, hitting old bolts that had been cut off and left inside. Taps cost bucks too, so today i've prolly cost the company more than they've paid me.
Right...now to write fic.
WTF? They just burnt down the whole set, practicaly! (Well, Lassiders...or whatever it's called...)
We didn't see who started the fire, just a black shadowy figure...but the last shot before the theme music went was....ok, i have to google him. Paul Robinson. The guy who used to ...own? Manage? Something important in lassiders, anyhow.
I have no idea why i think all this important enough to LJ.
I've just given blood, btw. Wahey, a whole pint lighter! (Picture the scene....
::Elf climbs onto bed, settles down::
Blood guy is still taking the donation in the next door bed, so starts labelling up my bags.
::Elf waits patiently until needle is in, blood is pumping in (I quote) "The most erratic way I've ever seen!" My flow rate varies from 50 to 100 every few seconds. Blood geezer thinks the needle is hitting the wall of my vein therefore partially cutting off the flow in rhythm with my hand-movements)::
::Elf closes her eyes and begins to plot...::
Blood Geezer: "Are you all right? Are you feeling faint?"
Elf: "I'm
Snerk.
Work today was...destructive. We need 13 infills for the spiral...we had 11 good ones and we'd ordered 4 re-casts.
Byt the time I've drilled all the holes we had 9 good ones. Once I'd tapped them out we had 7 good ones (and two fewer taps...oops!) (Oh, tapping means threading a hole for a bolt. You tap the holes and dye the bolts. Make sense?)
So...bummer. Cos 7+4 doesn't equal 13. So we had to order more casts. At £40 a pop this isn't good!!
The problem is the cast is very hard and full of old crap that every other dumbass has put in it over the years. That's how I broke the taps, hitting old bolts that had been cut off and left inside. Taps cost bucks too, so today i've prolly cost the company more than they've paid me.
Right...now to write fic.