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Thursday, November 30, 2006

I think I need more food


Hmmm, eggs make a meal out of anything. HP sauce doesn't.

Forget Naan Bolognese. Brown Sauce á la spread, anyone?

...

I need to go shopping again, don't I? :-S

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Anonymous  Don't worry Petal, I have food.

xxx 
Beki  Mmm, my two least favourite food substances! 
Billy  I have scraped the barrel of desperation a few times with pasta, ketchup and ready-grated cheese.

It's quite nice though. 
Kris  You must be an astoundingly neat person. When my fridge is completely empty, it still looks full of crap. 
Gordon  Hmmm no shelves in yer fridge either? Deary me. 
Becky  I should explain that because my fridge had reached a similar state to the one Kris describes I decided to give it a thorough cleaning.

This involved chucking away all the half-pots of curry paste and chunks of Possibly Cheese, and removing the shelves for cleaning.

When it came to putting back the stuff I wanted to keep I found I only had the items shown above. :-) 
Anonymous  What you chucked away your shelves?

Tis Madness I tell you! 
Anonymous  ...of course there are things that lurk in my fridge.

I try not to think about them. 
Alli' Cat'  Is there an idea for a new reality tv show / flickr group here?
I'm thinkin' "How manky is your fridge?" 
Claudia  I present:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=xq-sssO7J1I 
Charlotte  I think the worst desperate no food or money meal i ever made was pasta with marmite, the theory being that at least that way the pasta would taste interesting, suffice it to say afterwards i stuck to plain pasta. 
PennyM  Becky, there is absolutley no need to clean out a fridge. If you leave stuff long enough, it evolves legs and walks out of its own accord. 

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Is it really that time?

Oh lordy, it's nearly Christmas. Again.

The bad news: there won't be a Becky's Blog Advent Calendar this year, in case anyone was expecting it.

Well, I didn't get one so I don't see why you should!

(It's not at all to do with the fact that finding 24 vaguely Christmassy things last year was a complete pain in the Litte Donkey.)

If you're really desperate, you could always use last year's.

Wow, recycling advent calendars; how green am I??
Beki  > how green am I??

You're recycling an E-dvent calendar, so not very! We still have to use the same amount of power to get to it! ;0p 
Becky  Poppycock. Next you'll be telling me that my blog doesn't save internets ink by having a white background. 
Beki  So that's your excuse for not blogging often enough!! 
Penny M  "Next you'll be telling me that my blog doesn't save internets ink by having a white background. "

I think you'll find that the energy required, for a display to emit white light, compared to black (ie: the non-emission of

Oh God, I've lost the will to live... 

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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

"All My Children" to feature transgendered character

It's nice when random readers do your blog spadework for you. :-)

Drwolfe2 (I doubt that's his/her real name) sent me an interesting link today, following on from my post about the tranny in Hollyoaks.

I've heard of All My Children, but never actually seen it. I think it's one of those American soaps filled with evil twins, amnesiac lovers, and plastic surgery that makes you look like a completely different person. So it's debatable whether there'll be much realism in the plot lines involving "Zarf".

Apart from the name "Zarf", there are one or two things that amuse me in the piece:

"GLAAD and some transgenders were brought in as consultants."

Is "transgender" now also a noun? As in "I'm a transgender, she's a transgender, they are some transgenders"?

I'm not sure. It might be. The vagaries of TG grammar and taxonomy often foxes me, that's why I stick to "tranny" and "trannies". :-)

"An American who nonetheless speaks in an exaggerated British accent."


Why do Americans always seem to prefer anyone villainous, weird or slightly fey to be British? I think all this time after the War of Independence they've still got issues. ;-)

Actually, for some reason in this case I'm imagining Zarf sounding like Dick Van Dyke.

"Gor blimey Meeeery, I'm 'avin me knooorb chopped awf 'dis time tomorrer! I ain't got toime for these shenanigains!"
triticale  Actually, the most nefarious villain on US daytime television has an exaggerated Eastern European accent.

But yes, it would be 'dis time tomorrer; time passes very strangely in the stories. 
Natalie  Bex,
Your suspicions about the nature of All My Children is right on.

Also, Leslie Feinberg uses transgender as a noun in zie's book "Transgender Warriors", so it has some legitimacy.

Zarf's a rocker as I understand. It might explain the name. 
Sarah F.  Wouldn't that be zis book ?

So then what's the antonym of a transgender ?? 
Becky  I think the antonym would be the opposite, Sarah. ;-) 
Sarah F.  Oh but if there's a word for us there should be a word for them. 
Sarah P.  @Sarah F, it's Cisgender ;-) 
Becky  I was thinking it would be unigender. :-) 
Penny M  I've forgotten, what planet are the Zarf from? 
Sarah F.  Coo, never knew that, thanks x. 

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Monday, November 27, 2006

It always happens

I did a Friday Big Shop last week. I made a deliberate effort to buy food that was fresh, healthy, would combine into interesting meals, and would last me a week. Each item was appraised and slotted into a meal plan.

Okay, so it got a bit vague plan-wise towards the end of the week, but I was confident I had enough of everything to prevent me resorting to combining foods solely on the basis that They Need Eating Up.

So why is it by Monday evening I'm reduced to Reheated Bolognese With Naan Bread?
steph_angel  You need to get yourself down to Maggie's in King's Lynn... I've heard it's pretty good :-)

I must admit when Gordon was desperately trying to drum up some custom I was screeming at the screen "Get the trannies in there, you'll make a packet!!!" 
Becky  Heheh, I wondered if anyone else was watching that. :-)

King's Lynn came out quite well in it, I thought! 
Anonymous  Damn. I missed it: I was eating out tonight.

My sister offered to take me there for my birthday, whilst Gordon was filming. Knowing that Mr Ramsey could be found having lunch a few doors away, at Pizza Express, rather than eating at Maggie's, I decided that The Neptune at Old Hunstanton would be a safer bet. A bit pricey, but well worth it. 
Joanna  And not once did he mention it was the Tranny Capital of the Fens.... 

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Heavenly bodies

For a while now, the rhythmic nature of tranny behaviour has fascinated me. The way the trannies seems to ebb and flow in their levels of "tranniness" and visibility over time. I've slowly worked this up into a new theory.

If you've been collecting my theories, this one can be filed with the others in my Overwrought Analogy series, along with "Trannies are like Snowflakes", and "Trannies are Like Gases". When I get five theories I'm going to present them all as a series of Christmas Lectures. You have been warned.

Trannies are like heavenly bodies. They orbit around a sun that - if you'll permit me a certain about of sickliness in my theory - we'll call "Femininity". The Femininity Sun warms all the bodies around it with a girlish glow, and the closer you are, the girlier you get.

Some trannies are comets. They fly in from the cold depths of space, swing perilously close to the sun (briefly becoming the most spectacular thing in the night sky) and then head out again into interstellar obscurity.

Usually the orbit is an ellipsis. No matter how far away the comet gets, it feels the gentle pull of gravity and is doomed to repeat it's flirtations with the sun.

Sometimes the orbit is hyperbolic, the comet is seen once but never comes back again.

Some trannies are planets. They find an orbit that's just the right distance from the sun, and steadily follow it. The hot inner planets are analogous to the "full timers", the outer planets are less obvious or open, but are still warmed by the sun's rays.

Even the Planetary Trannies aren't on entirely circular orbits. Sometimes they get closer, and the influence of the sun grows stronger. Sometimes they're venturing out into cooler climes.

I'm somewhere between a Planetary Tranny and a Cometary Tranny, I think. My orbit is more elliptical than many. I occasionally get so far in as to skim the asteroid belt of the "Tranny Scene", but I also spend long periods out at the edges of the system.

I can think of good examples of "inner planet" trannies, and several "outer planet" ones too. The internet is my observatory, allowing me to look out and see where my friends are in their orbits.

But the ones that really interest me are the cometary trannies. Especially when they disappear completely off the scope.

I'm not sure if the fact that I always expect them to come back shows that I'm ever-hopeful, or just overly cynical.

Tranny and TV are still on holiday.

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Isobel  So shall we start calling you Chiron? 
Valerie S  I only just noticed one heavenly body has left the solar system.. I wish I had a chance to have a closer look at it. 
steph_angel  And what of the moons??? Surely there's a place for them in your xmas lecture??? 
April Angell  overheard on the bus...

Planet A: I'm a tranny you know.
Planet B: Really, how odd. So I am!
Planet A: Gosh, I knew it. This conforms my theory that...
Planet A & B together: all planets must be trannys!!!



(heres hoping my intersellar humour hasnt orbited too far from reality) 
Miss K  I only hope they never find a planetary body whose orbit is as eccentric as mine. 
NH  I think I must be the Pluto of the tranny scene (and no I don't dress up as an anthropomorphic cartoon dog in the thrall of a mouse in red pants).

I was once a theoretical tranny, having been discovered before being seen by anyone, then I was a tranny, then there were rumours I wasn't really a tranny because my orbit didn't conform to other tranny orbits then a committee downgraded me so I'm not a tranny anymore. 
Lynn Jones  "That's no moon." :)

Interesting theory tho. 
Becky  That made me giggle Lynn. :-) 
Charlee  We like the moooon...

(... but it's not as good as a spooooon) 

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Saturday, November 25, 2006

Rain


Lots of the wet stuff about today. Luckily I'm indoors with everything I need, i.e. hot soup and big mugs of coffee.

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hannaviolane  yes bex and the so called 'heat wave' of july now seems a million miles away as its so dman awful!
great pic tho! x 
Pandora Caitiff  Wow! Fantastic pic. How did you get that cool effect? 
Becky  It's all to do with "difference", Pandora. :-) 
Anonymous  I think I'd rather have the rain...I got 45 cm of snow yesterday and expecting even more 

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

The first rule of Fruit Fly Fight Club...

...is you DO NOT talk about Fruit Fly Fight Club.

The second rule of Fruit Fly Fight Club is...

You DO NOT talk about Fruit Fly Fight Club.

That doesn't stop me showing you a video, though.

Or if you prefer, girl on girl fruit fly action.

Why are those crazy guys at Harvard making fruit flies fight? It's to prove that one gene determines whether you fight like a boy (i.e. aggressively) or like a girl.

Apparently the gene is called fruitless. If you're a fruit fly, of course. In humans it's called the leaveitmatehesnotworthit gene.
Joanna  I guess they need to fight to separate the great from the dross(ophila)

Heh.. biologists joke... I'll get me coat. 
Becky  Ah... because drossophila are fruit flies!

...

Nope, still not funny. ;-) 
Joanna  And the other fruit fly joke is:

"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana." 

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Monday, November 20, 2006

I heart BBC4

I'm loving BBC4 at the moment. It's season on British Sci-Fi is a real telly feast.

Tonight, for example, kicked off with a repeat of The Day of the Triffids, one of the programmes that really scared the sh*t out of me when I was little.

Seeing it again was a real nostalgia hit, although second time around I was less worried about the motile pitcher plants and more disturbed by the early Eighties fashions.

Yellow jump suits. *shudder*

Then there was a fascinating documentary about Utopias (and dystopias) in British Sci Fi. All the way from A Brave New World to Brazil via 1984, Judge Dredd and Doctor Who. All excellently researched, with knowledgeable experts, and presented by a syrupy-toned Peter Capaldi*.

It was the telly equivalent of a lovely warm soup with crunchy bits.

---

*I sat opposite Peter Capaldi in a restaurant once. I kept saying to my friends "that's Peter Capaldi!!", and they kept saying "who's Peter Capaldi?".

Tranny and TV are on holiday.
Anonymous  Peter Capaldi, he of the Crow Road. BBC's splendid adaptation of Iain Bank's fantastic novel.
He played Uncle Rory I do believe.

Magic stuff. 
Stacey  Damn I feel old...it was the film that scared the sh*t out of me. I distinctly remember watching it one Saturday night while building a plastic tree for my train layout. Tragic is the word thay springs to mind. 
Strandman  Even I was scared! 
NH  At some point in the 70's, I think it might have been the time Katy Manning left Doctor Who, the yellow jumpsuit became a British sci-fi staple.

It first reared its head in "Space: 1999"; the show where each week you were treated to the sight of a grown man screaming hysterically, then expanded into shows such as "Moonbase 3", "Star Maidens" (fashion for men), "Quatermass" (the one with John Mills), "Survivors", "Day of the Triffids", "Blake's 7" and "Star Cops" and finally HTV's "Knights of God" before dying a death...along with all other British sci-fi drama for the next 10-15 years. Personally, I blame Judith Hann. 
Pandora Caitiff  Not that my friends are obsessive or anything, but if I were in a coffee bar with my friends and Peter Capaldi, one particular friend would jump up and down and fidget like she needed the loo, and squeak "Oh my God! Its the Angel Islington!" 
April Angell  ah now it comes back to me, The Black Friars, Earls Court and Knights Bridge...

Wonderful series. 
Becky  Neil Gaiman is one of my fave authors. If Good Omens ever makes it to the TV/Movie Theatres I'll be in heaven.

(Unless they ruin it.) :-) 
Anonymous  Mornington Cresent!

.... Oooh wrong genre... 
Lynn Jones  Beeb 4. All the good programming that used to be on BBC2.

Dystopias. Ahhh... Give me the future: the dark future. You can keep your flying cars and silver jumps suits. Give me railguns, biotech and a sky the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. :)

Neverwhere. That was a quality (if short) series. 

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You know the drill

Tomorrow I have to visit the dentist, where he'll perform a procedure that includes injections and drills and picks and strange alchemical tastes. Whilst I stare at the ceiling watching flecks of detritus getting stuck to the safety goggles and listening to piped Classic FM drowned out by the horrendous BRUZZBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBL noise of that big drill that makes you think the dentist has decided to start a rival Channel Tunnel in your bottom right molar.

"Just wake me up when you reach Calais," I'll quip.

Except that, impeded by fingers, that vacuum thing that the nurse holds, and the fact that most of my mouth is effectively dead tissue, I'll actually say...

"Yush way ee uh uhen oo each alaigh."

I don't know if dentists receive training in re-inserting consonants, but if not he's going to miss out on a mighty fine quip.

On Thursday I'm going to a leaving do, where I'll have to dress smart, make small talk to people I've never met before and I'm unlikely to meet again, and basically Be Simon in an Unfamiliar Social Situation.

It says something about my psyche that I'm actually dreading Thursday a lot more.
Joanna  I think they do a special course to understand it.

It's done by the same people that teach doctors how to write really badly, and then teach pharmacists how to read bad doctors handwriting...

Our dentist has a tendancy to stick fun "spot the difference" and "Wheres Wally" posters to the ceiling, to give you something to do while you're lying there.... 
cyclic  And the award for Funniest Poster Found on the Ceiling of a Doctor's Office (gynecologist):

"We hate this part as much as you do".

--true story :-) 
hannaviolane  jeees! dentists no like bex! have you noticed to that they always seem to have BMW'S or MERC's parked in the car park or some such overtly extravagant overpriced auto? where as GP's bless em drive battered Nissan's or beige Volvo 760's? (theres a message in there somewhere) and if you need any involved treatment once they tell you the price you suddenly have no trouble exiting the said detritus from your mouth without the need to rinse with lilac coloured mouthwash....all the pain vanishes to!...curious! 

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

I fear for the children of today

When I was a nipper, I wanted a Girl's World head. Every young tranny does. It's the law.

Imagine then my horror when, whilst watching Children's telly late one afternoon last week, I came across this monstrosity:



It's a Barbie "Groom and Glam" styling head.

But, more importantly (and this is what I was screaming at the telly): it's a freakin' horses head!!

"Yeah but little girls like ponies, Bex. It's not that weird to have a fake pony that they can pretend to groom," I hear you say.

Okay, maybe combing it's long mane I can understand, sticking a couple of barrettes on is acceptable, but this thing comes with eyeshadow and lipgloss FFS!

Are Mattel trying to teach little girls that making your horse look like a whore is a a normal part of "grooming"? Or perhaps they're helping raise the next generation of animal cosmetic testers.

Whatever, it's wrong.

Parents, I implore you. Don't tuck one of those in your daughter's stocking on Christmas morning.

Especially if she's just watched The Godfather the night before.

Boys don't get it much better. The next advert after Barbie Whore Horse was for Star Wars Transformers

Why, in a nation of nearly 400,000 Jedi, are we teaching our youth that the Millennium Falcon was made out of a giant robot Han Solo and giant robot Chewbacca? Surely there are laws against such heresy!
Joanna  hmm... Thats a mighty fine looking horse you have there..... 
Anonymous  Sometimes Jo I worry about you. 
Siobhan Curran  I used to nick my sister's Girls' World head to practice on.

Fat lot of good it did me 
Strandman  Thta is the nightmare I had last night, plus it was under my pillow when I woke.


The Godfather. 
NH  My eyesight is going...I thought at first you wrote "when I was a sniper..." and I thought "oh, you as well". 

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Wide versus deep


I pointed out a strange fact to Jane today: because of this site, more people know me as Becky than know me as Simon.

She agreed, but noted that although fewer people knew me as Simon, the ones that did knew me a lot better.

Which is also true.

One type of knowledge is wide but shallow, the other deep but narrow. Overall, they're probably roughly equal.

That's all there is to this post... I thought it might go somewhere but it didn't. Ho hum. :-)

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NH  Did you deface that bench? Tsch, youth of today! 
Becky  Nah, it was someone else. :-) 

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Friday, November 17, 2006

Why

I was asked it again tonight. By a twenty two year old straight girl who'd just been dumped by her boyfriend and was "off men".

"Why do you do it?"

It's not a question I can even attempt to answer when I'm sober.

But at the moment I'm gloriously drunk and about 2 hours ago I had one of those moments. A moment where something clicks, something engages in my brain, something falls into place, something makes a connection, something in my hindbrain says:

"This is why, Simon. Remember this."

It's not a religious experience. But I imagine that maybe that's what religious experiences are like.

Put it this way: if I ever had a religious experience I'd want it to be like that. A moment of total clarity that lasts for a brief time and then...

I awake, clutching desperately at slippery gobbets of meaning as they skitter giggling into the shadows.

...

Why?

Because Becky isn't Simon. Because Becky can engage with people when Simon can't. Because I've been given a small portion of "me" that's not me.

"I can't imagine you ever being a man", she said.

"Neither can I", said Becky, in my mind.

"I'm a man 99% of the time," said Simon, out loud.

And then there was dancing. And getting the meaning of songs. And more dancing. Not with anyone in particular, just with people who didn't know who Simon was and didn't care.

One of the gobbets of meaning is still here, squirming unconfortably in the daylight of sober reason. I think it says:

"It's a joyous thing, to have a real-life avatar. Many people make do with avatars that exist on another plane. Most people don't get an avatar at all."

...

Enjoy this post. I might delete it tomorrow.

...

"Why do you do it?"

So people can ask me why.

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cyclic  I'm enjoying this post. It's open and honest. 
Miss K  > It's open and honest.

And more than slightly pished :) 
Becky  Murrrr... my head...

Who wrote that???

They should make "drunk in charge of a blog" a criminal offence. 
Joanna  They should make "drunk in charge of a blog" a criminal offence.

But then the Tranniefesto would be blank.....

I enjoyed the post. It's honest. I know what you are trying to say and I agree with it. 
Strandman  I didn't understand it but appreciate it and have an image of you dribbling when you typed it saying i love you you are my best friend to the monitor...All been there 
Sarah F.  The question that people ask first, but which takes the longest to answer. 
Anonymous  keep it...the avatar thing is brilliant!!!!!!! 
Kal  That is deep ! 
Anonymous  great blog it said so much about trannies everywere deep can be good 
Pandora Caitiff  BWI. Blogging while intoxicated.

10/10. Keep it up.

*scribbles notes to nick that "real life avatar" concept* 
Claudia  Beautiful. Just once in a while we get to be more than just _us_.

Sometimes it's pretty cool to be a tranny. Thanks Becky. 
Ally  touched to comment for the first time.

this means so much and is so true 
Gillian  what they said. 
Gordon  Don't delete it! It's wonderful and glorious and honest.

And it saves ME asking the same question sometime.

Hey, as long as YOU are happy. 
Karol Cross  ..and because it makes me very happy.

As reading your post did. 
Chrissy  Outstanding post. Touched more than one nerve in this ol' head of mine, I can tell you.
You should BWI more often, I say... 
Alli' Cat'  "...clutching desperately at slippery gobbets of meaning as they skitter giggling into the shadows."

Nice! 

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Training strain

Going on a training course is a strange experience. It’s kind of like a holiday, but without the lie-ins or nice weather or interesting scenery or opportunities to get pissed.

Well, there are opportunities to get pissed. But boy, don’t you regret it the next morning when you’re attempting to assimilate the finer points of some Important Thing with a five star hangover and your eyes trying to convince you that the inside of your eyelids is far more interesting than what’s on the whiteboard.

I’m taking this current course in Milton Keynes. If training courses are strange experiences, training courses in Milton Keynes are doubly so. It already seems to be the case that every training centre is built to exactly the same specifications. The same drinks machine, and the same posters and paintings on the walls. That, added to the “samey” nature of Milton Keynes itself is giving me the unnerving sensation that I’m in a dream. One of those dreams where everything is made up of things you’ve seen somewhere before, mashed up together to generate something new but completely lacking in originality.

Jane told me the other day that I’m a “plant”. Not of the flora variety, apparently. It’s something to do with how I fit in to a group dynamic. I’m the person who wants to provide my input, then gets thoroughly bored and wants to bugger off and do something else fun. Basically, completely unsuited to sitting on my arse listening to people talk about “fascinating” features of some computing system.

I end up being hyper-aware of little things that start to bug me.

The trainer bugs me.

You know you’re in for a tough week when your trainer tells you that on day 3 you’ll get to play with the "coolest feature" of a software program: "making personalised error messages to amuse your work colleagues!"

w00t.

He also seems to have been cursed with italics. Every other word seems to require being emphasized to make it seem important. When words require extra emphasis he brings out the big guns, the "two fingers on each hand air quotes".

Is "he was using air quotes mi'lud, and not even at grammatically appropriate points", a good defence for murder, by any chance?

He also has a great repertoire of over-dramatic phrases. My favourite so far:

“And when that [avoidable disaster] happens, are you going to kick yourself? BOTH feet!”

The trainees bug me.

Nowhere is the lack of women in IT careers more starkly represented than IT training courses. In my last three courses there’s been only 2 female attendees. This current course only has one, and she seems a little... er... strange. She was personally offended, almost to the point of tears, that a question in a review section was worded badly. If it had been a cookery course I would have been hiding the knives.

The rest of the attendees are just regular IT types. I.e. boring, friendless, borderline autistic, goatee-sporting geeks. The goatees make it easier to play ‘spot the tranny’ (especially when YOU’RE the tranny.)

The toilets bug me.

They’ve been fitted with hand-driers so pathetic that they barely hasten the natural evaporation of water from the skin. I suspect if I lifted the lid I’d find a miniature mastodon blowing asthmatically through the hole. Who’d look up at me, shrug, and say ‘it’s a living!’ in a New York accent.

Perhaps that only happens in the Flintstones.

The air conditioning bugs me.

The trainer is constantly switching it off and on. When it’s off, the room quickly becomes stiflingly hot and devoid of fresh oxygen. When it’s on, the room gets kinda chilly, but, importantly not so chilly that we wouldn't get used to it if he didn’t keep fiddling with the bloody thing.

Today was day three. I made an error message:

“Error 50001: The trainer is a cock.”

It was kind of cool.
Natalie  Uhhh....Guiness record for longest blog comment? 
Tiffany  Hell, you need a pint of Guinness to get through that. 
Anonymous  The wonder of copy and paste. 
Becky  The wonders of "delete comment".

For those of you who missed it, it was some long pseudo-scientific religious babble which some nutcase had decided to spread via other people's blogs.

I didn't even bother to read it. 
Valerie S  Yeah. I'm instructing a lot of IT, and I could be bugged to insanity by those (and many other issues), if I wasn't too busy talking (and waving the guns? ;) all the time.. Maybe I should change to instructing makeup, should be a couple of girls participating. 
Becky T  I suspect they don't offer their facilities for corporate training courses - although perhaps they should, given their finances - but it's worth visiting Ratho Adventure Centre outside Edinburgh just to experience the magic of their hand dryers. Think 'Tim "The tool man" Taylor' having a go at building one.

"Ar ar, I supercharged our shop hand dryer!"
"Tim, is that your skin on the floor?" 
Karol Cross  Apparently a large proportion of the people in IT are more than just borderline autistic.

A friend of mines a clinical psychologist, and when we first met she took great delight in pointing this out. "Aha, you work in IT! I know all about you, you're autistic! Thats why you struggle in social situations!"

My response? "You know f*k all about me! I'm a trannie and I'm struggling because I'm bored to tears!" 
Connie Cox  Air Quotes...grrrrr I hate that. We had a consultant in about an IP Telephony project and after an hour watching him doing that I felt like climbing over the desk and throttling the annoying git! 
Kat  Next course for me in three weeks. Kuala Lumpur at the Hilton in the city centre.

And yes, I'm a smug get.

(btw I've transferred to Beta Blogger & can't post comments on your blog when logged in to Blogger..?) 
Anonymous  My first reserve comprised of over 900 acres of saltmarsh, and I spent the winter months policing the wildfowlers; sometimes removing them from the site, sometimes just chatting with them. The next year I was sent on an assertiveness course (apparently, facing down groups of armed men in the dark, on my own, wasn't being assertive enough). I arrived late at the training centre, and walked into the middle of a session. The trainees were mostly office staff, and a rather firey political lobbyist (I think he was sent there to calm down), and I was the only person there who was field staff - and I stood out like a sore thumb.
Just before lunch we had to role-play a confrontation we'd had, and my example of a run-in with a wildfowler was selected: I got to play the unruly gun-wielder and everyone else took it in turns to try to, er, diffuse the situation.... (I exploded, verbally, in a most spectacularly evil manner). I found the experience to be very theraputic, cathartic even. I had to take a lot of deep breaths to calm down though. One of the secretaries facing me had ran out of the room in tears (and as I later discovered, had requested couselling to deal with the experience)and I managed to bring the whole course to an awful juddering halt. Dinner arrived early, it seems.
Over the usuall abysmal sandwiches, I was asked by a few people if I was a plant - was I a surprise part of the course, there to test them?
"C'mon, you can tell me. You're an actor, aren't you?" 
Siobhan Curran  Becky, I've just realised - you work in IT too.

It must be a tranny thing 
Anonymous  To be honest hun, if you're a PL team type, you are bound to feel like this. You're aloof from the group (remember: your country needs loofs), but the group will often look to you for the bright ideas. Just be careful not to alienate them. x 
Sian  IT? Aspergers the lot of 'em. True autistic end of the "spectrum" (joke there!) know that Software Development is where it's at! IT training courses? Are they extensions to "man" pages?
Hey Becky, why don't you create some BeVuX "girl" pages for the rest of us. Oh you already have...cool! ;) 

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Monday, November 13, 2006

Nothing camper than a Campanile


They've done it up! It's all leather sofas and twirly cane things in vases. Feels a bit weird drinking here in male mode.

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Joanna  I think they just hide the cane things when the trannies are in town.

Any tomatoes on the roast dinners tonight? 

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Everyone knows they're trannies

Tranny and TV cartoon

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Karol Cross  Thats what being stuck in Milton Keynes does to you!&n