10 years of a single question

Doctor . . . Who . . . ?

I realize that the actual anniversary was a few days ago but you know me, I’m always late to the party.

In any case, when Doctor Who was first resurrected (regenerated?) 10 years ago, I was living in Scotland, finishing up work on my ^^incredibly useful^^ History degree. Naturally, the BBC ran a huge selection of previous seasons on the run up to the premier. I had never seen a single episode and so anyone who has watched that grand tradition of camp you will know that I was . . . well, I wasn’t as excited about meeting the new Doctor as everyone else was.

More rambling below the jump.

Been a while . . . Sorry . . .

. . . but not REALLY. I’ve been busy! Things are just crazy around here and so blogging sometimes falls by the wayside.

So last week Bowlesie and his woman Claire came down to visit from Glasgow by way of Colorado. It was great having them here and even better not having to be at work for those three days! Of course what would a visit be from anyone without a certain amount of drama? In this case it was all sorts of issues with their flights both to and from, but they got solved in the end and that’s all that really matters. We did all sorts of fun things and I didn’t even get THAT drunk as I had to be the DD the entire trip. While that sounds sad, watching Chris and Claire with their respective hangovers on Wednesday morning made it REALLY OK by me!

In other news, I’ve applied for a new position within GodDamnit. It would carry with it many many good things: I would be off the phones (taking over only for really troublesome callers), I would get a small raise, and I would be able to do as much OT as I want (and the job pretty much requires 50 hour work weeks anyway). So in short I REALLY hope that I get it. Getting off these phones would do wonders for my mental wellbeing! Unfortunately I have NO idea when/if I even get an interview so who knows when the lucky winner will be decided?

The final bit of news is that I’ve slowly started shopping around with mortgage lenders. As a REALTOR the first thing I learned was to talk to a mortgage broker EARLY. They’d be able to tell me where I really was, where I needed to be, and what I could possibly get from the banks. I’m not really looking to be into a place until later in the year (I want to put down as much money as possible, to lower my monthly payment), but I’m terribly excited and anxious to reach the point where I can start looking at condos/townhomes!

In the mean time, I hope everyone out there is well. I’ve got loads of stuff to do today, so I really must bid you adieu!

OK, now I’m depressed . . .

I originally intended to write this post yesterday, but I got interrupted by life and so the moment has more or less passed, but not the feelings so invoked.The 26th of October marked a day for me. It was the one year anniversary of me moving home from Glasgow. I was struck by this at work and so wrote to the few people from Glasgow that I had the email addresses of in my GD email for one reason or another (namely Chris, Alistair, and Shona). Basically just a little note saying “Hi. Wow. It’s been a year, etc.” The one response really got me though. Shona wrote back about how boring her life has been. About how “all she’s done” is go backbacking by herself (all 90 pounds of her) in Eastern Europe, run a few marathons, started teaching undergrads, and made strides in writing her PhD.

“So Ash, how have you been? What’s been happening?”

Errrrr. Ummmmmmm. Have you ever had to account for an entire year of your life and had absolutely no idea what to say? Yeah, that sucks.

The only point of this post is that I’ve REALLY got to get myself a life! Gotta start travelling, creating, influencing, or at the very least start a damned hobby or something!

That is all. Just feeling . . . maudlin.


P.S. And to anyone from Glasgow who happens to stop by every once in a while . . . I miss you guys! I miss it all. Even the gods awful food and the worse telly. Last weekend I even found myself glued to my couch because I couldn’t stop watching the “Spooks” marathon (aka “MI-5”) that was on. Why oh why couldn’t I have just managed to make a life there? Anyway, hope you’re all well!

Ah, sweet familiar work . . .

So the whole Real Estate thing is what I’d desperately prefer to keep doing, but right now it is just NOT bringing in the money I need, you know? And by “money I need” what I really mean is “any money whatsoever.”

SO, I decided a few weeks ago to go back into the only business that I KNOW I can do well . . . Door Stewarding. I applied at a few places but didn’t hear anything and then on a lark applied at a bar in Tempe near where A______ works and was immediately hired on with great — almost embarrassing — levels of gratitude! So my first shift was last night, and I’m certain I don’t need to tell you all that the differences between it and Jinty’s were . . . striking . . . to say the least. It’s a nice place though, and despite the fact that a lot of my brethren are a little on the small side for this line of work AND there’s not a female on the door staff, I think I’m going to really enjoy the job . . . assuming of course that I can get used to standing for 6 hours at a time again!

Well this is me blogging from my phone again while waiting for food, and I think it’s about to come, so I’ll say good bye. Wish me luck for day number two!


Happy F—ing Valentine’s Day

I hate this day. Always have. So all you happy couples out there can kiss my great big butt.

Two additions beyond the general sourness for this year:

One, Chris is a traitor for having a girlfriend this year. Rot in hell, Bowlesie.

And two, someone out there, and you know who you are, made me feel like I could fly today . . . if only I hadn’t just had my wings cut off with a rusty cheese grater or something similarly painful. Both thank you from the bottom of my heart, and sonofabitch at the same time (though of course not in any way your fault. We both know that it is ALL mine completely).


It’s like a whole different Glasgow!

While in general flats that advertise themselves as being “fully furnished” in the UK really DO come with just about everything you would need to live in a place, they don’t necessarily come with everything you may want (especially if you’re a postgrad with just disgusting amounts of books and supplies that need resting places!).

So, I took a load down to the new place and after lying down for a few minutes to recover my strength (it was a load of books, after all), I set off in search of a few sundry items that I thought could really come in handy. Specifically I needed a dish drying rack, a couch cover, a table cloth, a small bookcase for my DVDs and what not, and a set of plastic drawers since my “desk” is really just a big white table. I set off down Dumbarton Road (see map) to see what was nearby, in a vague hope that I wouldn’t have to hoof it all the way back up Byres Road past my old flat to hit the Woolworths and what not in that area. While I was walking, I really did discover a whole new Glasgow!

Byres Road is unlike pretty much every single other part of Glasgow. For one thing it appears to be the very heart of the West End, an area known to be rather trendy and rich in the first place. The street itself is very wide (though still always busy), and the shops are spacious and, let’s just say it, American. There’s a Woolworths, Safeway, Starbucks, Subway (as in the sandwich shop), and KFC. Not that I’m complaining. I couldn’t live without a Raspberry Frapuccino every once in a while, but it’s still a street that if you squint and are careful not to walk into the road (at least not without looking both ways first, Martha!), you could almost convince yourself you’re somewhere on the east coast or something.

But then you get down into other areas, like I did today. You have to understand that my world was pretty much limited to Byres Road and the City Centre (which I usually took the subway to get to). I’ve hardly seen a LOT of Glasgow. Anyway, so Dumbarton Road is so cool and need I say different in almost every way. It’s much narrower for starters. There are still some familiar shops like Woolworths (which is one of the places I needed to go), but there are also out of this world shops that simply must be a hold over from the late 60s or something. I especially like the fact that on one street within three hundred yards I passed no fewer than four different tanning salons. I guess news of skin cancer hasn’t reached the people of fair Glasgow yet.

Long story (relatively) short, I did finally find almost everything I needed. It took a lot of wandering and a certain amount of bad directions, but I found myself a Comet (for electronics) a Woolworths (for a bit of everything), an Argos (for a bit of everything else), an OK furniture store for a new (and actually comfortable) desk chair, as well as a Safeway which is much cheaper than the Byres Road version, and also a Sainsbury’s which is also a supermarket. I also found a McDonald’s which I somehow managed to avoid visiting, I have no idea how . . . it smelled SO good!

So I spent a lot of money today, and my poor feet are exceedingly upset at me. Oh, and I apparently agreed to host a Cinco de Mayo celebration at my new place. Why am I so lucky? Because margaritas are really expensive in the bars here and I’m apparently the only one with a blender. At least we’ll get to christen the new place!


“Headaches and heartaches will end, bring me aspirin my friends.
What I need is some laughs to get me back on the road.
Then I’m back on the mend, back in the saddle again, and I’m the winner of the barstool rodeo.
Now I don’t get sore, I don’t cry anymore, I’ve seen the barroom floor a time or two before.
I know I’m gonna pull through, I’m just a little hung over you.”
~Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers – “A Little Hung Over You” — Arizona Band!