Loading ...Well I’ve been looking forward to the Blogathon for weeks now. And now I’m kind of dreading it. 24 hours - eek! What am I, some kind of masochistic dumbass?
Alright, so I’ve been giving the whole ’speech’ on every Blogathon reminder. This time, I’ll just say, button’s in the sidebar. Click it.
I wrote Mojo yesterday complaining that in the past week or so, I’ve had no less than six ideas for book or storylines. Now its eight. Its been a real problem, I’ve had little time for anything other than furiously writing out plot outlines. But I don’t want to lose any of this stuff. Mainly because its all good.
I just feel a little freaked out by this much creative thinking. When am I going to have time to write all these books and stories?. If I live to 80, I might get it all written. But I’ve decided not to let it overwhelm me. If ‘ideas’ are where I’m at right now, then let’em come. I might never have a good idea again, so these are gonna have to last me.
This barrage of inspiration seems to have had its genesis when I was touched by an angel. Not in any sexy and fun way. Thankfully not in any cheesy newage (rhymes with sewage) way either. Damn things look nothin’ like Roma Downey.
More like Della Reese actually.
Buy me a beer!
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What better way to spend my first day of my August holiday in a Blogathon frenzy
Go Che! Go Che!
Cakes at a ready? Plenty of JD?
On all the writing thoughts. I thought: Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.
Started out as four different songs and they managed to blend them all into one.
Then again, you could end up with a soap opera…
Ehh.. and to synchronize whatever watch.. when do you start Che?
You being me minus six. Hours that is.
Maybe inches too.. ?
Stones? For sure.. ;|
Years of age? :x
Inches?
What, are we missing the stone penises already? (by the way - everyone like my blogathon graphic?)
Blogathon begins at 9am my time (EST). If you’re GMT+1, that should be 3pm your time. So you get to sleep late.
Holiday? You’re on another holiday? We really gotta move to the Netherlands.
I remember when I was working at the Gas Company in England and had been there maybe 6 months. I wanted some time off and went to check to see how much holiday time I had off. I was expecting maybe a couple of days.
Me: How much holiday time do I have saved up?
Them: Lets check… oh… 16 days.
LOL, Bas… Yes, do combine them all into one story, Che, a la Queen. That should prove, uh, interesting at least.
Yes, we do miss the stone penises, but I do like your new Blogathon graphic. Nice, but slightly scary.
Yeah, Bas, another holiday?! Here in the US, Richard and I have some of the better holiday scenarios and we don’t get nearly what you’re getting! Amazing, Che, that you got 16 days holiday for 6 months work. My company is excellent and you get 15 days after 2 years (only if you’re ‘exempt’ full time permanent). Good gods, let’s move to the Netherlands (or at least somewhere in the EU).
Not sure whats so scary about my graphic.
Yeah, and I was only working part-time. And England is more conservative with their time off than other parts of the EU. I think in Spain its 14 weeks a year vacation. And in Norway, if you live in one of the more extreme-weather areas, the government pays for you to take a winter vacation in warmer climes.
How’s that for NICE?
Mojo, check your mail and answer my question. Thanks.
Well, it’s not SO scary, just a little bit scary. Reminds me of some movie I saw where the gods killed a guy or something. Who knows; I may be making this all up…
Dear gods. Yes, I did hear that France has MANDATORY 5 weeks vacation policy! Holy smokes, that’s awesome. As cool as that is, it’s not as cool as the govt paying to send you somewhere warm every winter. Sweet!
I love the new graphics Che! It’s got a bit of Thinker Meets Loony Tunes?
And i never get through my free days in a year. I had some 35 left from last year.. that’s after they deducted a week. 35 was maximum. And then i got another.. mmm.. well, yeah, 30 something. 65 days. 13 weeks. Three months. Zzzz….
Two weeks in a row is mandatory Summer holiday here. At least civil servants are required to have time off work
But when we do work, we work pretty fast!
Which in a way explains why we HAD to legalize softdrugs.
I think England is 8 weeks full time, 4weeks half-time. And I was somewhere in between - I got 6 weeks a year. Plus all those paid bank holidays. At least one a month. That was nice.
Seriously, Norway kicks ass.
Mmmmm… you might be making that up Mojo. But now that you mention it, there is something familiar about that face. (Actually, its the face of Antoninus, Hadrian’s lover whom Hadrian had declared a god. Wanna be a god? Fuck the Emperor. Them was the days, ay?)
Anyway, its just for the blogathon, then the penises come back.
Bas, I just don’t think I can bear to hear anymore about your holidays. Makes me miss the old country.
We are looking forward to the blogathon tomorrow! As a word of warning, Mojo and I have a regularly scheduled thing on Saturday mornings and we don’t usually get back until around noon, but then after that, we’ll be here! Blogging away. We should be back for our coverage hours.
Um, now when are our coverage hours again?
Noon until 1, and then 6 until 8. Though I hope you’ll do a little tandem blogging here and there for the other hours, if you should be inspired to do so.
I shall tandem away!
But to prepare, I will now go to sleep.