The Art of Procrastination
15/01/2004 10:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIz has developed procrastination to an art form. Not only am I putting off paperwork by pottering around in Not So Secret Diary Land but am even procrastinating with diary entries by spending the last 40 mins or so googling for a poem which I did not find.
Last week on Saturday intended to post an obituary "Adios Pajero!" but ended up gossiping about the stuff I'd intended to write the previous day. Now there is oodles of interesting stuff in Izzieland and yet again Iz ends up with just a few squiggles about stuff that is happening lately. But "Pajero" is still deserving of his own post. Even if he's no longer lurking in the land of the living, he was an interesting creature in his own right.
Really was intending to write more 'little green book' sorts of squiggles. LJ doesn't have the advantage of being portable -well not for Iz who doesn't even have a computer, let alone a lap top but it does have the advantage that there is no need to decipher incoherent green scrawling script. Writing neatly and simultaneously thinking are not things that Iz is particularly good at managing.
So instead of being a pensieve - the Izzie LJ remains a list of 'Things I have done this week' and never seems to get past that point.
Pensieves are such useful and powerful things and Iz got to thinking - those diaries from way back when I was an ickle flobbberworm - not just a case of not having time to read them again - assuming that I wouldn't squirm with sheer embarassment. Iz was no normal teenager but normal or not - teenagers are still an embarrassing smart assed insufferable species. Another serious problem is that not all A4 file pages or notebooks are designed to last for decades - and that is certainly the case with some inks. At least if you got stuff lurking on the net rather than dodgy floppy discs or in MS Word documents, it should be safe Or is it? And not only can you go back later and laugh or cringe at it but have a cute little button that lists all the entries by year and month. Makes life so so much easier.
Iz came originally to Secret Diary Land to keep in contact with certain serpents and Badgers since we no longer lurked in the lair but found that it's a useful place for storing snakie snippets and stuff. Not having my own computer and being unable to bookmark stuff on the Goblin Network makes it especially useful for Iz.
It's almost like those 'chain' letters that folks used to send in the seventies and eighties when you write a big long letter - usually for Christmas which is directed at no one in particular but just full of stuff that has happened and most useful for lazy people or folks with countless friends. Eveyone gets exactly the same letter with the optional extra of adding a couple of hand written lines at the end for issues pertaining to particular people.
Will finally be going to see "Return of the King" tomorrow. Will not be dressing up as a Ringwraith since Iz finds black just a bit too hot for this climate.
Oh and Iz seen an interesting story about Middle Earth in the daily paper. Proper planning prevents piss poor performance. If Iz had been organized, would have found out about such interesting things as Bag-end, Mt Doom, Waitamo Worm Caves and the Art Deco town Napier BEFORE pottering off on the broomstick for her Middle Earth Adventure. Especially annoying to discover that we had been within 40 minutes of some of these places but did not find out about them until after the event.
So Iz is adding Napier to the long list of must see (again) places (Which already includes Lubeck, Einbeck, Quedlinburg, Brugge, Meiringen, Vermont, New Orleans, Gracelands, Tasmania and Queenstown)
Oh and Iz must later mention the Bitch she seen today who was so damned stuck up that she makes Narcissa Malfoy look like a veritable Molly Weasley. Been here a year now and still haven't got around to the rant about stinking Nazi scumbags. If Iz had her way all smokers would have plastic bags stuffed over their stinking heads (and tied up at the neck with a boa constrictor) so they could keep their obnoxious emissions all to themselves and still have their preciousss so called 'right' to indulge in their horrid habit. Izzie is utterly outnumbered at work by these stinking nasty creatures and it totally pisses her off. And Dolores is the worst of the lot of them.
Last week on Saturday intended to post an obituary "Adios Pajero!" but ended up gossiping about the stuff I'd intended to write the previous day. Now there is oodles of interesting stuff in Izzieland and yet again Iz ends up with just a few squiggles about stuff that is happening lately. But "Pajero" is still deserving of his own post. Even if he's no longer lurking in the land of the living, he was an interesting creature in his own right.
Really was intending to write more 'little green book' sorts of squiggles. LJ doesn't have the advantage of being portable -well not for Iz who doesn't even have a computer, let alone a lap top but it does have the advantage that there is no need to decipher incoherent green scrawling script. Writing neatly and simultaneously thinking are not things that Iz is particularly good at managing.
So instead of being a pensieve - the Izzie LJ remains a list of 'Things I have done this week' and never seems to get past that point.
Pensieves are such useful and powerful things and Iz got to thinking - those diaries from way back when I was an ickle flobbberworm - not just a case of not having time to read them again - assuming that I wouldn't squirm with sheer embarassment. Iz was no normal teenager but normal or not - teenagers are still an embarrassing smart assed insufferable species. Another serious problem is that not all A4 file pages or notebooks are designed to last for decades - and that is certainly the case with some inks. At least if you got stuff lurking on the net rather than dodgy floppy discs or in MS Word documents, it should be safe Or is it? And not only can you go back later and laugh or cringe at it but have a cute little button that lists all the entries by year and month. Makes life so so much easier.
Iz came originally to Secret Diary Land to keep in contact with certain serpents and Badgers since we no longer lurked in the lair but found that it's a useful place for storing snakie snippets and stuff. Not having my own computer and being unable to bookmark stuff on the Goblin Network makes it especially useful for Iz.
It's almost like those 'chain' letters that folks used to send in the seventies and eighties when you write a big long letter - usually for Christmas which is directed at no one in particular but just full of stuff that has happened and most useful for lazy people or folks with countless friends. Eveyone gets exactly the same letter with the optional extra of adding a couple of hand written lines at the end for issues pertaining to particular people.
Will finally be going to see "Return of the King" tomorrow. Will not be dressing up as a Ringwraith since Iz finds black just a bit too hot for this climate.
Oh and Iz seen an interesting story about Middle Earth in the daily paper. Proper planning prevents piss poor performance. If Iz had been organized, would have found out about such interesting things as Bag-end, Mt Doom, Waitamo Worm Caves and the Art Deco town Napier BEFORE pottering off on the broomstick for her Middle Earth Adventure. Especially annoying to discover that we had been within 40 minutes of some of these places but did not find out about them until after the event.
So Iz is adding Napier to the long list of must see (again) places (Which already includes Lubeck, Einbeck, Quedlinburg, Brugge, Meiringen, Vermont, New Orleans, Gracelands, Tasmania and Queenstown)
Oh and Iz must later mention the Bitch she seen today who was so damned stuck up that she makes Narcissa Malfoy look like a veritable Molly Weasley. Been here a year now and still haven't got around to the rant about stinking Nazi scumbags. If Iz had her way all smokers would have plastic bags stuffed over their stinking heads (and tied up at the neck with a boa constrictor) so they could keep their obnoxious emissions all to themselves and still have their preciousss so called 'right' to indulge in their horrid habit. Izzie is utterly outnumbered at work by these stinking nasty creatures and it totally pisses her off. And Dolores is the worst of the lot of them.
