tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32245252024-02-07T02:47:47.748+00:00Go Anne Go!It is Very Important to be the Heroine (or Hero) of Your Own Life. Here's my attempt.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.comBlogger191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-24799111141265170932008-12-08T10:40:00.002+00:002008-12-08T11:08:44.378+00:00Right, been ill, quit job, getting married in August. Thus, no blogs for a bit. But this is a good way to get started again... the joy of the meme! I have a cold, and am thus incapable of original or profound thought.Bold is for done, italics is for “Would like to do.” 1. Started my own blog - you're here, aintcha?2. Slept under the stars3. Played in a band – ok, it was a very Linda Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-9077303127600120742008-08-30T20:16:00.002+01:002008-08-30T21:40:36.506+01:00In Which Our Heroine Reveals the True Mind of GodTurns out, much to W's claims to the contrary, that God is a Democrat. Whew, I hear you say. Finally? After all this time? I mean, we all knew God favoured giving food to the poor, taking care of the sick and elderly and stuff like that which the Democrats do so much better than the Republicans, but still the R's like to at least claim that GodAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-87462861916171176172008-07-18T22:41:00.003+01:002008-07-18T23:21:44.640+01:00In Which Our Heroine Talks About CheatingThink back, boys and girls, and remember the days when this blog was about "Hey, today I'm in Outer Mongolia, blind as a bat and cruising around on a train negotiating for raspberries when it stops?" Someday I'll get back to that kind of thing, but for now there seems to be a reactionary trend in what I'm writing. Maybe it is because I am off work "ill" Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-67004045959920172672008-07-15T16:51:00.003+01:002008-07-15T17:44:05.671+01:00In Which Our Heroine Ponders ConclusionsIn my job, I spend a lot of time effectively fact checking. I'm not going to put something in a document unless I can back it up. The law says X and relevantly Y is what we've got on our hands, with a bit of nuance at point Z. In the kind of documents I have to deal with, you can't just assert, you've got to back up every statement until you get to your Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-18151155871600586502008-05-14T22:35:00.003+01:002008-05-14T23:48:57.931+01:00Ok, there is a whole very mucho long post already half drafted about my recent road trip to Alnwick, Lindisfarne, Hadrian's Wall and the Farne Islands, but in the interim I'm too totally worked up about this Noodlehead.I spend a small portion of my job (say half an hour every morning) taking items that violate a company's trademarks off of ebay. Many of these are innocent mistakes by people, andAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-87876689080508753892008-04-27T09:46:00.002+01:002008-04-27T09:59:12.131+01:00In Which Our Heroine Tries to Get Back in the Blogging HabitCrumbs, it has been almost a year. And for some reason the e-mails are now coming in, virtually ordering me to update the blog. Who knew I had fans? But I guess I do.So I'll start with an e-mail that arrived yesterday. "WELL!After 2 weeks of rowing with the [insert name of guilty party's team here], I decided sweep rowing was NOT for Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-22335083762073330602007-05-23T23:42:00.000+01:002007-05-24T00:07:02.729+01:00In Which Our Heroine Moves HouseAh, getting ready to move house again. I'm amazed it is all happening so quickly. Just amazed. Saw it last Thursday, moving in this Friday (well, picking up the keys. And then buggering off out of town to drive to Exeter and fetch my things so that I can bring them back. It shoudn't be too bad as these things go. I don't have much stuff, and it is already Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-17255341612633615642007-04-02T15:26:00.000+01:002007-04-02T15:31:05.057+01:00In Which Our Heroine Plays to Her StrengthsIf there is one thing I love to do, it is the old Quiz. And one of my favorite quizzes (unless you count sitting in on a Monday night competing against Pete in back to back University Challenge and Mastermind...and losing. Pete is VERY good.) is the monthly quiz down at the RAC in Pall Mall. Good company, good quiz, excellent booze and atmosphere, andAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-32695828669140330242007-03-15T02:39:00.000+00:002007-03-15T03:22:58.154+00:00In Which Our Heroine Goes Back to the House with the Clock In Its WallsWhen I was about 8 or 9, I read a book called "The House With the Clock In Its Walls." I remember it as being fairly long, and I also remember it as being absolutely terrifying. It was my first encounter with a scary book, and given that I lived in an old house with a coal bin (which featured heavily in the story) I spent Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-25382412119988965942007-02-19T22:26:00.000+00:002007-02-19T22:28:20.402+00:00Life's been a major pain of the last couple of months. Moving house, living out of a pack for a bit, the general stresses and tribulations of existence, being told I was being offered a job and then being told that while that might still be happening, there was a yet undetermined delay.All that was washed away by those five magical little words, uttered by my doubles partner Liz, who I swear Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-70828986491386916302007-02-17T00:14:00.000+00:002007-02-17T00:29:30.491+00:00In Which Our Heroine Is a Little Unsure About Her New DigsThe local free paper came through the letter box today. Front page, very large point text."100th Crack Den Is Shut Down"(Latest closures seal borough's 'remarkable' record)Um, I'm sure that's a good thing. Or at least a better thing than having 100 crack dens lying around where people can trip over them. Help me! Help me!LoveAnneAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-84079265388508399292007-02-10T19:53:00.000+00:002007-01-16T02:23:58.338+00:00In Which Our Heroine Moves To LondonHere I am, all tucked up in North London. It is like having flashbacks to 15 years ago, when I lived in Muswell Hill. That was next to Alexandra Palace, coming up on it from the back or the left hand side depending on which road you took. Here in Crouch End, I walk out the door, turn right and there it is - the best view of Alexandra Palace I've ever Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-55972673039923682722007-01-02T04:13:00.000+00:002007-01-02T18:51:30.617+00:00In Which Our Heroine Makes Her Resolutions for 2007 I always make New Year's Resolutions (by always, I mean about the last dozen years) and for the most part I take them pretty seriously. I tend to carry a list of them around and seriously check in on them round about my birthday, which is conveniently almost exactly half way through the entire year. But this year, I'm putting them here, mostly Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-52516463260641706332006-12-27T16:28:00.000+00:002006-12-27T16:55:32.759+00:00In Which Our Heroine Starts Reading Her Christmas Mail.......Oh my. It is that time of year. The Christmas circulars and cards start arriving. This year really took the cake. (Speaking of which, I think i should go grab some Christmas cake for while I type this. ) There was the circular that hit death by sentence three and from there went on to illness, rheumatoid arthritis, pulmonary Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-61880402614237903382006-12-07T12:15:00.000+00:002006-12-07T13:14:52.036+00:00In Which Our Heroine Saves Sinterklaas!Oh the things that wind up happening when we try to be nice. Oh dearie, dearie, dearie.The other night, we were all getting together for a Group X meeting on the topic of "Science and Religion." The discussion was going to be led by my friend Jeff, an Episcopal priest and medical doctor, and professor of medical ethics at the local Medical School. But Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-11986619539711480582006-11-20T12:03:00.000+00:002006-11-20T13:26:25.692+00:00In Which Our Heroine Starts Thinking About ChristmasThanksgiving is this week, so it is time to start thinking about the shopping, the shipping, the making, and the whole deal. I've already completed one or two Christmas gifts (you knit, you start early), and I have some good ideas what to get most people. Assuming I have disposable income, which at this point is looking dicey, but hey, here's Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-55908791462169178862006-11-19T19:21:00.000+00:002006-11-19T19:34:32.531+00:00In Which Our Heroine Joins the FrayRight, people. Tom Cruise. More specifically, Tom Cruise's wedding. For fifty points and a chance to win the boat, please discuss the following:Why. Do. We. Care?????????????I am, or was, as much of a Tom fan as anyone should be. I mean, he was cute, in a short guy all -American way. The movies weren't too bad on the whole. Some of them were really good.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-23614398863480104302006-11-15T13:53:00.000+00:002006-11-15T13:54:25.664+00:00In Which Our Heroine Keeps in the Poetry VibeBy sheer coincidence, my friend Liz (the other half of Team Milhouse) sent me this poem today to give me a chuckle:Short Love PoemJudith ViorstIt's hard to loveThe tallest girlWhen you're the shortest guy,For every timeYou try to lookYour true love in the eyeYou seeHer bellybutton.I don't know Judith Viorst, but I'm suddenly a big fan.LoveAnneAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1163163670948116972006-11-10T12:40:00.000+00:002006-11-10T12:55:33.347+00:00In Which Our Heroine Gets Various FeedbackThat post on business-speak resonated with people, I'm glad to say. I can't take credit for prompting this story in the BBCbut that shows how much this is becoming an issue. In addition, I was sent to the lovely site for the humorous antidote to all this garbage: Despair.com. Keeps me going, knowing that there is still sanity in the world. Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1161712277658403082006-10-24T18:45:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:33.270+00:00Finally, more Hat Detail......I'm very proud, you see.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1161711604168098862006-10-24T17:38:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:33.194+00:00In Which Our Heroine Has a Little RantLike most other people in the world (for example, my mate Gareth)certain things in life really get so far up my nose, I can feel their boots on my chin. And for the longest time, one of those things has been empty minded business speak. You know the stuff I'm talking about. It is supposed to motivate you, but really it just illustrates how someone else Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1159800246268697362006-10-02T14:51:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:33.119+00:00In Which Our Heroine Takes Her Driving TestIt had to happen at some point. You'd think, after 19 years of driving, that I'd be immune or exempt from having to take a driving test, but that would be wholly untrue. I'd let my US license lapse since they have to be renewed every few years as a revenue grabbing exercise by the State, and since I wasn't driving at home (or here, for that matter) it Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1157558030021693212006-09-06T16:42:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:33.042+00:00In Which Our Heroine Gets In Touch with Her Crafty SideI had to attend a wedding on Saturday. Wait, that sounds a bit harsh. I wanted to attend my friend Susannah's wedding, very much. And Susannah wanted me to attend as well. Specifically, she asked me to attend "wearing a great big hat." Now I love Susie, and was happy to accomodate this request, but of course the issue was finding the Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1155905564936315842006-08-18T13:22:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:32.867+00:00In Which Our Heroine Encounters Her Deeper FearsThere are many things in the world I am afraid to be near. I think that's pretty normal. For the most part, I'm pretty good at saying "This is scary, but I'm going to do/go/eat it anyway." And then there are the things to which I am truly phobic. Highly irrational, but screaming terror get away from me, eek eek, you get the idea. Thankfully, Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224525.post-1155737485441862892006-08-16T14:58:00.000+01:002006-11-10T12:55:32.782+00:00In Which Our Heroine Completes Her Transformation into a Cottage IndustryA couple of years ago, while at a wedding where I was a witness, read a poem, kept the groom's mother under control and made the wedding cake, I paused during the reception to hand a friend and his wife a baby sweater I had just knit for their then forthcoming child. Which reminds me, I need to knit something for what is Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00804767768487895759noreply@blogger.com0