I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want
Yesterday, thanks to my work colleague I have 2 tickets to see the Spice Girls in London at christmas time. Ticketmaster don’t take laser, feckers. To say I am excited would be putting it mildy 
Mammy2 is of course estactic as well. I’ve n ever been to London and at christmas time it will be so cool. Another workmate, a girl I am friends with got tickets for the same night! Very excited.
Now that the fury of Friday has passed, I get het up very quickly and then I calm down and all is well. I have decided
after taking numeruous opinions on board to not respond to the bait set for us on our site. I have too often had allegations, demands for answers, quotes like “the community deserves a response” to “you can’t do that, its not fair”
type of jargon and for a while I did respond. Got caught into a vicious debate of which I have since learned, people
who demand answers and want to engage in debate such as the evil woman from yonder year on another website
I took care of, don’t really want to ‘engage in debate’ unless such a terminology takes on a different meaning in the county she’s from. Also the lack of response and their constant whining makes them look worse in the long run. So I have said feckit and chosen to not offer any kind of response. People can form their own opinions from that, lord knows they do often enough anyways. Sometimes running a website is a headache. But most of the time its fun. I wonder are the straight community as dramatic as the gays?
As a result of all this I was in 2 minds whether to even attend the quiz. But then we are down on numbers for the people who are working on the night and also my work crowd are going to be there so it should be fun.
The kid is no longer a kid. Well, she has her moments such as ringing us on Saturday night to tell us there was no food in the house, please for this read the munchie press was empty and she and the boyf were starving. Which is of course our responsiblity when you consider technically she’s not meant to be living there AND she didn’t let us know she was on her way over to stay. They had dropped over to get Mammy2 to give them a hand moving stuff. She’s talking of paint and not of the arty kind. Its weird to hear her talk about fixing up their room, borrowing money for paint and moving stuff. Its like, she’s suddenly an adult. There was no baby steps, its was a jump. I suppose moving out does that to you. Although shame she hasn’t left her room in the same sort of order. I headed last night to see if I could find the Sat paper and promptly turned on my heel and left again. How it gets into that state I do not know.
After a maniac weekend of tragic rugby, this week is hopefully going to be quiet. I have a lot on work wise and extra work wise. I want to get my portfolio site out of the way so am starting work on that as well as working on the lovely content management system and familarising myself with how it all hangs together. I need to start learning PHP as well. Fun. We are bringing Mammy2’s parents out for dinner tonight, its been a while since we had dinner with them and there’s a lot to catch up on. They are now online and Mammy2’s mam is often on gchat. Apparently she’s having difficuly with the concept of how she can be chatting to Mammy2 whilst Mammy2 is in a different place. Its weird for me I suppose because I take so much of the internet for granted.
