Killing time until I die

Well, fall asleep anyway. But then, as the Prince of Denmark muses in Billy Shakespeare's play: "to die, to sleep, perchance to dream".

Anyway, this is just kind of a filler post I feel like just typing wha's on my mind without any purpose or collected order or anything really. I'm listening to random shuffle on iTunes, which currently has REM "The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonite" playing. Before that it was Feuer Frei by Rammstein.

Earlier today I was working on a post about what my "type" is the sense of the physical characteristics that I find hawt, and all kinds of analytical stuff to do with that, but my brain refuses to work that deeply right now, so here I am just waffling on.

I have two books on the go that I'm reading right now. one I've almost finished was publised in 1987 by the Women's Press and covers 4 generations and the history from the early working class suffragettes up until the Miners' Strike of 1984, from the point of view of a family with some unusual characteristics (mainly that many of them were lesbians). The book is Caeia March's "The Hide and Seek Files". The other is a fairly standard thriller-type by David Baldacci called "The Collectors". Both of them came from charity shops in the town.

Now the tune playing is The Lonely Shepherd by Gheorghe Zamfir, which is on my iTunes because I bought the soundtrack to Kill Bill vol. 1, in which (if I remember rightly) it forms the backing music to the katana fight between "Back Mamba" and Oren Ishii. It is a haunting piece of music that lent the scene a completely different sense from what might have been expected.

...And following it is one of my favourite anthems, "Great Things" by Echobelly, with the fabulous chorus line: "I wanna do great things, don't wanna compromise, I wanna know what life is, is it something I do to myself?" It was roughly contemporary to Oasis' second album, which I think makes it 1996, and I have strong memories relating to this song, as a defiant cry that I felt as I started at university and (though I didn't know it then) was sinking gradually into another period of depression. I guess my spirit still fought back against it through that music!

Tomorrow I'm going to get my t-shirt printed with my watercolour design for "all the tracks lead to the same place". Last week I bought a couple of plain t-shirts (special offer - 2 for £5) and some sparkly fabric pens to write slogans on them. I haven't yet decided which ones I'm going to choose, I have quite a few! Among the options are "As near as I can figure, I did it with my mind"; "You, my ex-wife, all my therapists - YOU'RE ALL THE SAME" (both of which came from Malcolm in the Middle); "I'm a pacifist - except when you're a fascist" and "If the government could read my mind, they'd ban it". I have to put the shirts through the wash first before the pens will work properly, or so the pens' packaging says. Then I'm going to try to find a job. I've heard that there's literally hundreds of applicants for just about every job advertised these days (bloody credit crunch!) so I don't have much hope, but as ever whenever unemployment rises, it's the people who are out of work get the blame - and the punishments.

I also need to go and pay some rent. I'm very lucky that the letting agency who manage this property are very understanding about difficulties with cashflow; right now, I'm about a week behind (but, oddly enough, catching up - and cashflow is actually quite healthy for once!).

I've got a kind of serious post about the Sims 2 which I've been playing a lot recently (I may or may not get Sims 3 now that it's out) and the way that although gay relationships are cool in Sims 2, poly ones aren't, and how annoying that can be. It's probably old hat for most feminist bloggers, but hey, I only just got around to playing this game!

Recent tracks included "Relax (Take it Easy)" by Mika, and "Love You Like a Reptile" by Motorhead.

Me sleepy am now, me sign off now.