{"id":2712,"date":"2004-11-22T22:10:00","date_gmt":"2004-11-22T22:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2004\/11\/22\/"},"modified":"2004-11-22T22:10:00","modified_gmt":"2004-11-22T22:10:00","slug":"2712","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2004\/11\/22\/2712\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have to type. It&#8217;s one of those times. The keyboard is just sitting there calling to me and I have nothing to say to it. It doesn&#8217;t seem to care, it taunts me. I have things to do, I&#8217;m no-where near ready to go away for a week and yet here I am. Slave to the keyboard.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m pretty well organised in the essentials department. I have my passport which lets face it is the only thing I really have to have, everything else I could survive without. Aside from that, I came across my keys for my parent\u2019s house last night by sheer chance&#8230;in the place I knew I had left them so I&#8217;m all set for them too. Again some thoughts with them, its stranger everytime to add them to my keyring. It&#8217;s not my house, it hasn&#8217;t been for a while yet still it is. Strange one.<\/p>\n<p>Today was a date, well it was almost a date. It will actually be on Wednesday but it felt like it today. Wednesday, around 8.30 in the am will be a milestone. Five years, an entire fifth of my life will have been spent working for the same company, my first and only real job. It astounds me. It really does. I started doing telephone support in a smallish call centre in Dublin earning 12k Irish a year. And now, it boggles the mind to think. I know how I got here, it was kicked off by chance. I&#8217;ve been lucky throughout, there was some talent and ability too but there was a whole lot of luck. <\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t even begin to think where I will be in a year nevermind in another five. A month is starting to look optimistic for knowing where I am going. Things are changing, a slip of the tounge today or a plan for the future? My job is in the drain at the moment. I have no work to do and it&#8217;s been that way for about 6 months now. I actively hate going to my desk every day, I can&#8217;t surf the web or make up shit anymore, it&#8217;s long past funny. I don&#8217;t know how I&#8217;ve managed to do it for so long. It&#8217;s starting to look like it could be another 6-8 months like that. I won&#8217;t be able to do it, I know I won&#8217;t. It&#8217;s just not possible.<\/p>\n<p>Sure I&#8217;ve got some  other things to do, I mentioned a while ago that I&#8217;m back doing some work for Dave but it&#8217;s tough. I need some sort of structure to these things and I struggle at learning from a book. Not the learning but the actual doing it. I can take it all in but without a day to day challenge in it, I struggle. The stuff that I&#8217;m good at, or at least I was, I was working in and learning in daily and that&#8217;s how I became good at it. Practice, a whole lot of enthusiasm and I guess I felt like I had some thing to prove. I proved it, but to this date I&#8217;m not sure if that was a good thing or not.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway enough of that shite. Spent 10 minutes looking for my business cards, I used the last one in my wallet last week and aside from being handy in general, they are damn handy when travelling. Found em, again where they should have been, I just had to think about it for a moment and stocked up. Picked out my cds and my clothes and a couple of books for the trip and packed em up. I could go now I guess.<\/p>\n<p>So other than that, I dinged 33 in CoH last night. Slotting up nicely now and close on another respec which I think I&#8217;m going to take some time thinking over and see if I can improve a bit. Eve launches Exodus tomorrow. Looking forward to checking it out when I get back. Really hope that like the last expansion they&#8217;ll finish training the skills which were under way, I&#8217;ve stuck a 24 day one on that I&#8217;d really like and I have hope. <\/p>\n<p>This place is getting a little lately than LJ, I don&#8217;t know why. This&#8217;ll get edited a little bit before going in there tho I guess I really don&#8217;t care anymore. <\/p>\n<p>Oh apparently the text is invisible on Mozilla which is annoying and indeed strange. It should only be CSS. Speaking of, lots of Fisting today, issue 50 of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.robotfist.com\/\">Robot Fist<\/a> goes live tomorrow afternoon. Got everything I have in so far pretty much ready to go. Hoping to get the rest this evening or early tomorrow morning. It&#8217;s in good shape so far and there are some good articles. I still don&#8217;t know if mine made the cut yet, I guess I will tomorrow. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve not said much about the new U2 album. I was waiting to do it in the Fist but I realised something today. I read a review somewhere over the weekend (Uncut maybe?) that called it the third to compliment <i>The Joshua Tree<\/i> and <i>Achtung Baby<\/i> and I scoffed. After some thought, I&#8217;m not scoffing anymore. It&#8217;s grown on me so much. I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve listened to much else in the past week or so. I&#8217;ve listened to it at least five times today, possibly closer to 10 and I love it. It&#8217;s not getting old at all and the words are coming  down pat. Love it, it&#8217;s a fantastic album and I&#8217;ll be talking about it soon one way or another.<\/p>\n<p>My computer was making some funny noises over the weekend, turned it all off and opened it up. So much dust in the fan, I blame Hebe.  Cleared it out and it&#8217;s running nice and smooth. So every now and again, dust the inside of your machine.<\/p>\n<p>On that subject, slightly annoyed at missing out on some decent free wireless networking kit earlier today. Had I not been going away, I could have cleaned up the network here at the Hilton a whole lot. Ah well, I&#8217;d rather go away. <\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve not managed to hear back from most people about anything going on towards the weekend. My uncle has a book launch (Irish poetry, don&#8217;t ask) Wednesday evening and there is a party to go with that. I&#8217;ll be going off to that and I hear that several of my cousins will be around which is good. I&#8217;ve not seen most of them in a long long time, nor my uncle for that matter. My grandmother became a great-grandmother recently. I believe it&#8217;s a sore subject so I look forward to the mocking. I seem to be able to get away with it, while my dad just glares at me. Grand kids are out of wed-lock ya see and that&#8217;s a big no no. <\/p>\n<p>Chess has been going a whole lot better in the past couple of weeks. I don&#8217;t know why but I seem to be way back on form. I&#8217;ve only lost a couple of games and I&#8217;ve won a few far more comfortably than I had been in a long time. It was about time as I&#8217;d been loosing quite a bit over the weeks before now. It&#8217;s a good way to have lunch, beats sitting at my desk, that&#8217;s for sure. <\/p>\n<p>A good 30 minutes typing there and I still feel like I need to keep going. I don&#8217;t know what else there is. Is it worth telling the girl I had(have?) a crush on for a long time a long time ago(?) that?. Man how lame is that? I&#8217;ve been thinking about it recently. I thought it was all over like the silly school crushes should be but then no, boom 3 hours changes, that&#8217;s a lie, it was about 20 minutes changes things around and I&#8217;m left spinning in the  air. I so nearly sent an email. It&#8217;s not a huge secret anymore, it came up in conversation a while ago, well more so I used it as a defense when I was accused of a) sleeping with and\/or b) having a crush on someone else way back when. Now she&#8217;s an interesting case and I have had some thoughts there (not like that) recently. There&#8217;s no-one really from way back when that I can be bothered wasting time actually disliking. It&#8217;s just not worth any of it. We all could have been better people and better friends and yes of course I include myself in that but this is where we are now. It&#8217;s funny in a way the people who I consider friends now and probably much closer friends than they realise are the ones I didn&#8217;t expect to be in touch with at all and indeed didn&#8217;t really know. One exception to that latter of course. But the people that I would have thought would still be friends now ain&#8217;t. <\/p>\n<p>Paragraph break for the sake of it and no other reason. I don&#8217;t really want to be friends with all of them and some I never would be again, but I don&#8217;t actually hold any grudges. It&#8217;s funny to even say that, I thought I would for a long time. I find myself not caring. It was all so long ago and at the end of the day in my life now, it&#8217;s barely a footnote. I&#8217;d never trust some of them again but I guess that&#8217;s really about the worst of it. Man those were strange times for a while. <\/p>\n<p>This whole thing is just pushing the thoughts out and seeing what ends up on the page, it&#8217;s perhaps not meant to be understood. The act of writing is the important thing. There&#8217;s been a quote across the top of this blog for a long time. That&#8217;s the important thing. I understand. <\/p>\n<p>Anyway extending olive branches (have I got that wrong, it sounds wrong), isn&#8217;t the easiest thing in the world. Someday, who knows. <\/p>\n<p>Nothing here really comes from no-where in the end. It&#8217;s all coming straight from me. I&#8217;m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, it just is.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have to type. It&#8217;s one of those times. The keyboard is just sitting there calling to me and I have nothing to say to it. It doesn&#8217;t seem to care, it taunts me. I have things to do, I&#8217;m no-where near ready to go away for a week and yet here I am. 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