Interpretive dance and beer awaits

Click on that new page up there – the one after ‘home’ and before ‘team’. New Stuff. Make some suggestions for me. I will thank you through the medium of beer (and maybe interpretive dance). You don’t have much time! My birthday is almost here! Oh – I need something good to do on my birthday – so get thinking.

Your eternally affectionate captain salutes you.

 

Very sneaky indeed

This is a very sneaky way to make my tag bigger soon i will have the biggest tag of all mwhahahahahahahahahah.

ps thank you captain for showing me the error of my ways.

 

STOP it. BAD.

Hey lt. – remember that time that was just the other day? You know, when we were sitting peacefully next to each other on the couch, and you lunged at me? Remember? Remember how you BIT ME?

I have a bruise. It’s yellow.

Naughty lt. No beer for you.

 

Anxiety

I have, in the last four days, stayed awake all night – twice.

On the first occasion, I finished the night having added three sentences to my research proposal.

I refuse to capitalise research proposal.

I didn’t sleep last night – I’m yet to sleep. But I finished my proposal.

(Interval in which there is a noise in my brain a lot like an old door squeaking open … within which I can detect a word … which is: buuuutttt…)

It is by no means finished. There will be revisions. I’ll probably have to talk about the revisions. There is no possibility that the world I live in is one in which I have written the correct persuasive passage under the appropriate sub-heading. Hence: yaaaarghhh.

The time-line I have mapped out for myself is horrifying. I haven’t written any dialogue for my play in close to a year. I feel like when I finally throw off the shackles of critical research (momentarily) to spend some time on it, I will feel a great sense of relief, although this will probably not be the case.

I am both hungry and not-hungry, and my hands are shaky.

 

The joys of research

Me: You screamed ‘douche-bag’ at me, then started typing in the middle of my research proposal!

Him: I was only trying to be helpful.

 

boo baroo dog-oo

 

The alternate title for this one is: Things I did when it was really really late at night, and I was too tired to be doing what I was supposed to be doing, which was my PhD Upgrade Research Proposal, but not too tired to avoid the horrible guilty feeling I would have if I chose to sleep instead of working, so I should really stay awake and do something until I can’t help but fall asleep, thereby by-passing the guilty feeling, or at least putting it off until tomorrow, when I realise that I still have not enough done, but hey … at least I have a pretty picture thing now.

But ‘boo baroo dog-oo’ is a bit nicer, I think.

I made a couple more of these, and I might put them up here soon. I like them and they make me happy. You know what else makes me happy? Research proposals that have been finished and approved. Also, 150 items of work that have been marked and returned. Also, beer.

I’ve got the beer, I just have to work on the other two.

 

pretty things

I like writing in italics cause they’re pretty but i might drive you crazy so i’ll stop now. It’s ok that i like pretty things. I am coming to terms with this realisation bout myself, even though everyone else already knows about it. The other night, I was tempted by some new grapefruit bacardi breezers, even though i don’t even drink bacardi-or grapefruit juice- just because they’re light pink and very pretty. Sometimes, i have dreams about a whole feast of pretty things. I think it should be one of Maslow’s five hierarchy of needs; physiological, self-actualisation, pretty things….. Speaking of dreams, there are some crazy ones floating around right now…as well as dreaming about pretty things( a pair of black lace up boots was the latest one of those things), last night i also had the strangest dream about an everlasting bucket of james squire beer that came out of an urn that was attached to a wall….i don’t even drink beer ( I know, i’m the adopted child of team capable). And i was waking beautiful lt. lucky up this morning from a scary dream and she looked at me like i was a monster. (I won’t go into detail, for fear of terrorising lt. even more.) but that’s ok, i know she didn’t mean to. Pretty soon though, I won’t have to just dream about having pretty things, I can actually buy them ( although, captain and i do have this irrational fear of buying things) Glee! Other pretty things… lt.lucky’s smile, scuppers blue puppy eyes, captain capable’s curls…. dn’t worry, i love you all for more than just your looks. I like smart things too. All my team capable friends are smart. I guess captain was right, i do like things. Srry, the italics were necessary that time. Sweet dreams xx

 

Are you Capable enough?

Have you got:

• A demonstrated capacity for capability?

• A nonsensical slogan?

• Recent activity in the small personal achievement sector?

• An ability, no – a compulsion, to regularly fall down and hurt yourself or others?

Then you just might be capable enough!

 

Team Capable

Team Capable is moving to wordpress! Because … I say so! Stay tuned for transferred archives! Possibly!

 

To me, this is funny

Yep, this is S’s hair. After a most trying day at work, electricianing. He wore a hat to this aforementioned day at work. Then he came home. Then he took his hat off. And then …

Then I witnessed the most pleasing sight, a view of his hat-hair, the most unique and wonderful hat-hair I’ve ever seen. He has a wide, obtrusive part, all the way down the back of his head.

And I ask, how does a person get that kind of hat-hair? Wouldn’t you feel your hair being really really wrong, in an uncomfortable and unacceptable way, underneath your hat? And wouldn’t you take steps to remedy it?

And then I took a picture, and S was MAD, and I think he was embarassed, even though it was only me looking at it. But now you’re looking at it. He didn’t want me to take the picture, and he was ducking and dodging and being uncooperative, and I snuck up and pictured him from behind.

And then the next day he had equally inexplicable hat hair, and I took another picture. But it’s not as good as this one.

And I laughed too, I really really laughed a lot.

(S, don’t be mad that I posted this on the blog. Don’t make me take it away. At least I didn’t tell them about the boogers.)