Saturday, February 11, 2012

Twitter Ban

I am going to ban myself from Twitter, before I get arrested.

I sound like a right idiot on that thing.

First, I don't really understand it properly and act as though I do. It is the same as an old lady wearing leather trousers. You just shouldn't do it!

Second, I send honest tweets to famous people and when I read them back, I sound like I should be sitting in a corner, on a rocking chair with a stuffed cat, whispering "come here my sweeties".
Now I know, the famous people are not the ones tweeting and are not the ones reading the tweets.
However that just means, I am still freaking out a total stranger with my stupid comments.
And, whats worse, I imagine when I'm typing that I will make a connection and actually hear back from the famous person! I will hear back, with a restraining order!

Example I wrote to Terence Stamp -" been a fan since Blackheath." That's because we lived next door to Mr.Stamps parents. The secretary doesn't know that and Mr.Stamp wouldn't remember. So I just fall into creepy category. .

Can you imagine I wrote to the author of the marvelous book; "The Night Circus"  - Erin Morgenstern.
I said: Your mission today is to discover a feather in an unexpected place.
Now if you know me, sometimes I enjoy those kind of quirky tasks to make the day complete. If you don't know me, and lets face it, a hell of a lot of people don't, I just sound like a long, flowered dress wearing weirdo.
Poor Erin, expects my next tweet to say - and now you'll find a rabbits foot in your pancakes.

My tweet address will appear on an awareness poster in a library.
Dear Everyone - I am very boringly normal and I will not send Tweets again.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Feeling

A beautiful rose in bloom
Means nothing if the belief has faded.
Hers had been leaving like a Spring rain
Then she awoke and knew it was Winter.
No more rain.
No more beauty
There was no point in it.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Sleeping Aids

I can't sleep....don't ask me!   That's a song, except the words are - I won't dance.
2:35 am and we have paranormal activity. What is it with not being able to sleep? My mind doesn't stop.

Here is the current thought process for the last hour. Naturally, I have edited for the purpose of the blog.

Would it be good, if there wasn't an app for that?

If I had any milk I would get up and eat cereal. I love cereal. My current love affair is frosted mini wheats.
I wonder if our Shaws supermarket is open? I know I have wondered this before.
Why does it feel creepy going to Shaws at 3am on a Wednesday and yet not on a Friday/Saturday?

I really don't like milk. I only endure,as my Mum says, 'a splash of it'  in my tea and on cereal.
I don't like milk, because when I was a kid, we had to drink a small bottle of it every day.
It was always warm and sometimes had cream on the very top when you peeled the foil top off.
Who remembers bottles of milk?
We used to have it delivered and on some days the birds would peck the tops off to get to the milk.
When everyone stopped using milkmen - I wonder if the birds went on strike and demonstrated?
Maybe they sat in trees, tweeting "Occupy Trees - Bring Back Milk!"
By tweeting, I mean their bird talk. Not that they sat typing on little blackberries.That would daft and they would use actual berries too, because they are birds.

The Alfred Hitchcock movie "The Birds" was on the other night and after watching it for a while, I enjoyed eating some chicken we had in the fridge. It felt appropriate. Then I imagined sitting watching "Titanic" with your feet in one of those mini feet jacuzzi baths.

Why is the movie "The Big Chill" called that?

Now, if I had a TV in this bedroom, would I find it relaxing right now? Or would I blame it for keeping me awake?

And so it goes!