tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33215532012-02-16T20:08:27.371ZZora's CornerThe witless meanderings of Roz ClarkeRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comBlogger591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-19205766664762543042007-05-29T14:33:00.000Z2007-05-29T14:34:55.258ZWTF do I need more blogs for?I have decided to break this blog down and create two offshoot blogs, so that I can keep related subjects together and save this blog for the truly random stuff.I created a Live Journal account a couple of weeks back in order to be able to post comments on the pages of a couple of my co-students from the upcoming Clarion West course. I've decided to use that journal Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-50188949935720270442007-05-28T00:22:00.000Z2007-05-29T14:09:02.617ZArvon, Clarion West, and the Great DAoC AftermathLawks, I'd forgotten how pink this place is. And that it doesn't let me title my posts properly, which is strange because other people's Blogspot blogs do seem to have titles on the posts...I've spent a couple of hours this evening talking to my friend Sharkith about MMO's, and the breakdown of 'community' in virtual social groups. It's a subject Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1156148608600349382006-08-21T08:11:00.000Z2006-08-21T08:23:28.610ZOn Being a Media WhoreTime I said something about the magazine I suppose. I meant to keep a diary of the whole process, but somehow the indiviual stages haven't seemed as though they would be interesting to anyone but me and the other directly involved, or that they would remain interesting even to us, once completed.Of course I was wrong; life always seems mundane when it stretches out all Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1149172722128641732006-06-01T14:31:00.000Z2006-08-21T08:26:10.566ZThings That Make Me Feel Alive8v8 fightssexgardeningcavesboardingcleaning (as long as Simon Le Bon is singing with me)moshpitsreleasing an arrowbeing on stagethe first inhalationseasprayThings That Make Me Feel Deadstaying in bed too longbrowsing forumsnot writingignoring people's texts/emailsletting the plants dieRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1144325228693748212006-04-06T11:51:00.000Z2006-04-06T12:21:26.106ZPlacebo at BlackpoolSo long since I've blogged. Bad me. Anyway, Placebo at the Empress Ballroom, Blackpool. I went with NM from the Monday Night Group, our P disliking Placebo. I like to think I'd have gone on my own otherwise, but probably I wouldn't have bothered. So thank you NM! It was great.We got there just as the doors opened, but there was a huge slow-moving queue, so we wandered around Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1140995779160808572006-02-26T23:13:00.000Z2006-03-13T11:55:13.340ZNFD GG2 Manchester RL Meet UpSo, this weekend was the long awaited meet. Here's my photo-diary of the event. You can click on any image to see it BIGGAH.Sadly, Paul-the-bard was too sick to travel, so we were a man down, but we put a brave face on it and tried to drink his share of the beer.Drachais and Shark arrived on the Friday night, and we (Maxis and I) took them to a Greek place on Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1138645403159324362006-01-30T17:33:00.000Z2006-04-06T13:52:25.883ZJohnny Marr Plays Guitar...and sings like a godlike being. Saturday was the Manchester v Cancer gig at the Arena, Andy Rourke's chums all overcoming their differences in the name of charidee. But that's not being fair; it was a terrific night and most of the performers seemed pretty sincere, even if it came very close to spilling over into self-parody at times; sort of a Manchester Music 101 for Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1138287889561886222006-01-26T14:54:00.000Z2006-01-26T15:04:49.650ZTrying to writeThursday, house is cold, but I have a warm cat on my knee, to help take the edge off it for both of us. I'm now alternating So Red the Rose with Meds, the new Placebo album, which, thanks be to evil album leakers, I have downloaded and can now adore to my heart's content. It's not like I won't still buy it. And would have even if it had proved to be patchy like the last two. Which Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1137685125580759132006-01-19T15:24:00.000Z2006-01-19T15:38:48.146Z-Taking a deep breath-It's been a poor week on the novel-writing front. I've been sleeping badly, as per, and it's been a real fight to finish Buddenbrooks, a novel I haven't enjoyed. Having LB here, decorating the hall & stairs, has made me feel oddly self-conscious. Why is it that I can write in Starbucks but I can't write with a single other person in the house, who's not even remotely Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1137083373580821042006-01-12T15:43:00.000Z2006-01-12T16:29:33.623ZI suppose it's time I mentioned my neice. If one's going to blog seriously and not just use it as a kind of global memo pad, one has a duty, etc, etc. And the neice is very cute; here she is with her ma, about 2 days old:Isabella Arabella Falabella Sarspirilla Polyfilla Plantation Smith*, welcome to the world.*They didn't really call her that.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1136990022493171022006-01-11T14:27:00.000Z2006-01-11T20:10:17.076ZSitting in the university library... I have a feeling that blogging may well contravene some rule or another (in there between NO CHAT PAGES and NO PORNOGRAPHEH); it's all a bit wierd, since I am doing this degree in order to produce something inherently iconoclastic. (YOU CAN'T FOIST UR RULEZ ON ME, MR. THE MAN!) Anyway, I just spent half an hour looking at photos on ILX, which were all amazing Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1136977197948602102006-01-11T10:58:00.000Z2006-01-11T10:59:57.960ZWhy does there always have to be a crash?Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1135351146734427002005-12-23T15:08:00.000Z2005-12-23T15:23:06.120ZMy god Japan are fantastic. A week of listening to nothing but Duran Duran, and that's the conclusion I've come to.Not that Duran Duran are not, in and of themselves, fantastic. It's just that I'm through with being surprised by how fantastic the Durans are, whereas I don't listen to Japan nearly as much as they deserve.It's been a funny old week. A combination of the Duran Duran gig on Sunday Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1134643865755373152005-12-15T10:49:00.000Z2005-12-15T10:51:05.766ZInteresting threads from ILE:On christian conservatives: http://ilx.wh3rd.net/thread.php?msgid=5618466#unreadOn gays in SF: http://ilx.wh3rd.net/thread.php?msgid=5659214#unreadRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1131815927072260562005-11-12T17:13:00.000Z2005-11-12T17:18:47.073ZI'm 9k behind on NaNo and hungover from last night. KR organised a night out for me leaving and for SL's birthday. It was good. Big shout out to the law firm posse. Feel like hell now though, and don't know how to pick up the novel again. I got up at ten today and went back to bed at two, and slept until four. Hopeless.P has done useful things in the kitchen (painting the back door). I spent my Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1131361401768248492005-11-07T10:53:00.000Z2005-11-12T17:13:01.606ZBack from Djibouti, back from Soulby, finally time to settle a little. But so much to do! I am Nanoing again of course, and behind already. BH's picture arrived on Friday and I need to decorate the end of the hall so I can hang it, and I want to write a response to it and send it up to him. And I still want to give prints to other writers to respond to, if BH is amenable.I have critiques to do Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1129021857404872452005-10-11T09:10:00.000Z2005-10-11T09:10:57.406ZAh. They are minor characters from Hamlet, brought to the fore by Tom Stoppard. http://www.sff.net/people/mberry/rosen.htpRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1129021428801535752005-10-11T08:57:00.000Z2005-10-11T09:03:48.806ZIt's so strange not being in the office. Not having a routine. Not starting my day with a barrage of emails and phone calls and greetings from colleagues, no morning trip out for tea-and-a-scone.It's relaxing and one has this pleasant sense of freedom. Now, how is that conducive to getting anything done?And I have many things to 'get done'. I've done my critiques for this week and I've read Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-1127254039330035382005-09-20T22:00:00.000Z2005-09-20T22:14:39.796ZSo much time has slipped away. I forgot my blog. Amber forgot her blog too. I have been writing in notebooks; I rediscovered the visceral pleasure of pen and paper, and developed a certain truculence when it came to the typed word. I have resented emails in particular, but I also gave up MSN and IRC. In Camelot, we have taken to voice comms like birds to song, and I get terribly grumpy when askedRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-921740992003-04-07T21:14:00.000Z2005-09-20T21:46:11.550ZOK so things are getting back to normal and I'm starting to have the energy to think about writing again. Well, I'm burning to do something now that the wedding is over and (so far) there's no move to Tokyo to organise. Intensity, intensity, something to make sense of me...'Sleeping With Ghosts' of course fuelling the creative lust; new music one can fall in love with always sets it alight. Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-918672002003-04-02T21:14:00.000Z2003-04-02T21:14:31.966ZP & me got married on Saturday, woohoo!Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-842339282002-11-08T15:50:00.000Z2002-11-08T15:50:08.240ZHave Orchid explain his stance on being an alien, the various levels - alien to Grace City, to New Paradise, to humanity..? When you cease to be an alien in terms of citizenship of a nation, you are 'naturalised' - the alies are unnatural by design.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-841888822002-11-07T20:55:00.000Z2002-11-07T20:55:50.253ZHeard some good things at dinner tonight. How being pleased with £3000 fees, Mark felt like he had the fuckin moon on a stick. How Alan used to shag doors. How Kim is only with her bloke for the Ferrari and she bought a T-shirt with 'Gold Digger' on the front. How Mark and Alan once shared a bed and woke up with a stick of rock in between them and no memory of how it got there.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-841755062002-11-07T15:41:00.000Z2002-11-07T15:41:27.030ZUS astronauts get their wings when they reach the altitude of 50 miles.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-840581672002-11-05T13:39:00.000Z2002-11-05T13:39:20.800ZInconsistensies, anxieties and trauma: what's wrong with my novel?
a) Just how well does Shelley know her cousin's family? I have no clue, and it shows.
b) Why would they wait 3 days before calling her?
c) Where is her mother all this time; isn't there a family grapevine?
d) Would she really quit her course to work on a novel she doesn't even have an outline for? I don't think so...
e) Her coverRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-840088282002-11-04T16:20:00.000Z2002-11-04T16:20:29.780Zput some additional frustrations into Shelley's life, like a delivery man that doesn't come or a plumber or something.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-839589452002-11-03T15:26:00.000Z2002-11-03T15:26:29.400Zremember things smell!
Loosen up a bit, flesh it out, play with the order.
if I was shooting this as a film, what would I show? paint those pictures!Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-838163442002-10-31T09:37:00.000Z2002-10-31T09:37:31.400ZJamie should have a friend but a friend who doesn't 'count' for some reason; dumpy, unglamorous, unappreciated.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-837396532002-10-29T23:09:00.000Z2002-10-29T23:10:22.000Zlichen could be the key to what motivates the Authority – mines everyone knows about, produce various minerals, crystals, but it’s the lichen they scrape off the buildings, what everyone thinks is waste, that actually make the Authority’s corrupt pseudo-aristocracy it’s wealth.
The shiny kit in the waste-disposal centre is what tips the revolutionaries off to what they are up to.
Open with Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-837382752002-10-29T22:36:00.000Z2002-10-29T22:36:24.720ZIf the Puritan movement (or similar fundies) founded this colony, they would have to rewrite the Bible to allow for there being more than one planet. They would think of themselves as Chosen for salvation, and would vehemently deny the spiritual validity of any alien races. If they met any other races coming here, they wouldn't want to admit to their existence later... I don't want to get bogged Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-836596252002-10-28T13:18:00.000Z2002-10-28T13:18:35.026Zset the whole thing between halloween and bonfire nightRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-833671832002-10-22T20:23:00.000Z2002-10-22T20:23:50.000ZIt’s not about hatred; it’s not about righteous anger. I won’t play them at their own game; I wouldn’t, even if I thought I could win. And I could never win; never match their bile-ridden, strait-jacketed, small-minded spite. But I won’t let them steal my spirit with their spying eyes, won’t let them crush my joy or make my world small, do you see? I don’t hate them… but if they get in my way I Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-832665612002-10-20T22:31:00.000Z2002-10-20T22:31:40.520ZAfter working out my rough plotline, I did some googling on the history of controversy and music. Unsurprisingly, most of the hits were American sites. Most depressing were the ones I've quoted in my last post - the right wing Christian defenders of 'our children' and their morality. I remembered that there is a very, very serious side to this story - and wondered whether I need to even bother Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-832664402002-10-20T22:27:00.000Z2002-10-20T22:27:08.110ZWell I worked for hours this afternoon, and here's what I came up with:
Technology (from New Scientist, October)
Roll-up monitors – but I think 3D heads-up glasses a better idea
Fuel cells – mini power packs for phones, PCs etc
Community wireless net nodes – no government control?
Smart tags on everything, readers all over, this is v. Minority Report but could well actually happen. Adds to Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-832121772002-10-19T13:39:00.000Z2002-10-19T13:39:27.023ZIf it's a boy, call him Shelton? Or something more ordinary and call the protagonist Shelley?
Remember to put crowds in, don't make this city a ghost town.
Call the city Grace City (Grey City).Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-831649262002-10-18T12:23:00.000Z2002-10-18T12:23:48.390ZI'm still struggling mightily with the vexed question of whether to set the story in Manchester or somewhere completely imaginary. I want a rooftop world - even Manchester is maybe too spread out plus there's no way I could make it accurate. But I lose so much by disabling cultural references. :(
I've decided to call my runaway girl 'Shelley'. (Or maybe it should be a runaway boy? That would Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-831648422002-10-18T12:20:00.000Z2002-10-18T12:20:49.966ZAnother cool quote: "You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you." - Ray BradburyRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-831341732002-10-17T20:40:00.000Z2002-10-17T20:40:49.463ZBother, I did lose it. :( Oh well, easy come easy go. At least now I have a blog address to post on NaNo.(NaNoWriMo - all this drivel is notes for my planned NaNo novel.)Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-831339792002-10-17T20:36:00.000Z2002-10-17T20:36:21.910Zsome trouble with blogger - looks like I might lose my template...Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830348732002-10-15T22:30:00.001Z2002-10-15T22:30:34.920ZThemes
Sexuality, relationships, freedom, music, passion, duality, multi-level nature of everything (it’s all more complex than you think).
Scenario
Planet settled by humans good long time ago (same sort of frame of reference as Snowball). Not terraformed, as inhabitable (though no need to mention). Was previously occupied, or rumours of same denied by authority. Authority is big-brother Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830348482002-10-15T22:30:00.000Z2002-10-15T22:30:04.046ZBuffy-Faith style relationship conflict between the 2 leads?
Another thought entirely – have the disappearing character be the wife / long term gf of the questing character. Have him be also somewhat seduced by the scene. Or just any way to make him a him (lost gf is clichéd and also difficult as too emotionally charged)
Idea of parallel worlds – use the metaphor of parallel worlds – though theRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830348222002-10-15T22:29:00.002Z2002-10-15T22:29:37.640ZRemember the dream with the phosphorescent cocktails and the sun rising behind the mountain? Feel for that.
Set in a future Manchester – what would stick? Not my fault Jeff Noon lives here too, so don’t worry about that. Or maybe a fictional town very like Manchester. Want references to glam, to RHS, to Victorians… VG is set in a fictional alternate-history version of London; I could do the Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830348072002-10-15T22:29:00.001Z2002-10-15T22:29:19.576ZMurder Mystery plot option
Char gets sucked into entourage of rock star. Contacts sister to plead for help as entourage are being picked off 1 by 1. Disappears. Killer strangles victims with feather boa. Many ppl have motives – jealousy, money, homophobia. Turns out the entourage are aliens being killed by other aliens in a mafia stylee, OR being removed by the authorities who have found them Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830347952002-10-15T22:29:00.000Z2002-10-15T22:29:01.700Z"The Universe is thronged with fire and light, and we but small suns, which, skinned, trapped and kept, enshrined in blood and precious bones, hold back the night." --Ray BradburyRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830347822002-10-15T22:28:00.001Z2002-10-15T22:28:41.326Z1. mousy on the outside, repressed glam queen on the inside, finds late release a la Janet but much more real, takes her further than she wants to go
2. cop type character only wants answers, finds more questions, takes him/her further than she wants to go (investigating a death? Looking for a lost friend or sister? (char 1?))
(get picture of characters following one another down the rabbit holeRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830347672002-10-15T22:28:00.000Z2002-10-15T22:28:20.073Zmurder mystery but nobody’s dead, or are they?
acts 1, 2, 3 & 4
who needs a straight-man?
Boa Constrictor… a character? The murderer? Or just an aside?
Current culture offers reference for superficiality and humour; how can I hide my dark and futuristic world within it?
Aliens walk amongst us, The Man Who Fell To Earth, demons running karaoke clubs in LA, Liquid Sky, oh yes…
Set some of it Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-830347412002-10-15T22:27:00.000Z2002-10-15T22:27:52.590ZNaNoWriMo novella – first thoughts
http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/velvetgoldmine/hotone.htm
Spaceships – rejection / acceptance – love – envy & anxiety
http://www.lyricscafe.com/ost/v/velvetgoldmine/006.htm
living above the planet – quadrant44 – vicious metal hounds – a slap on my ass by a lipstick kissed elbow glove – ten feet tall better walk it back down
hi-tech futuristic just for fun Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-809294762002-08-30T19:36:00.000Z2002-08-30T19:36:58.040ZLadies In Waiting
I am waiting for Nerenya to give me back my comb.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-768576382002-05-22T22:23:00.000Z2002-05-22T22:23:28.186Z's funny, I don't remember being ill in March! oh well.
hopefully now that P has got the network running in the flat and I can do this on the laptop, I'll keep it a little more up to date. you never know. not that anyone's ever going to read it, mind!
I've gone off fencing a bit. I think that happened as soon as I realised that there's a fairly high possibility of getting hurt when someone is Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-110354482002-03-23T10:47:00.000Z2002-03-23T10:47:08.840ZSick as a sick thing. Why do people say dog, or parrot? I feel more like a prickly pear with arms and legs made out of plasticine.Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-107599482002-03-15T12:10:00.000Z2002-03-23T10:46:19.000ZAck, well, salsa didn't happen last week as we got our wires crossed; I thought she was driving, she thought I was driving, we were both sat at home all dressed up and waiting impatiently until it was too late!! Oh well.
I went on my own on Tuesday - darn, this week has been hectic - because K couldn't come and I won't be able to go for the next 6 weeks due to commencement of ARCHERY COURSE! Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-104152272002-03-05T18:30:00.000Z2002-03-05T18:30:37.860ZBack from France, settled back into work and everything, and feeling like I've never been away! Cats being v. clingy, obviously they missed us. Snowboarding improved a good deal although P is certainly keeping well ahead of me and did black runs and all sorts. I stuck to nice easy ones accessible by cable car - Courchevel is magnificently served when it comes to lifts, the pistes are broad and weRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-99174512002-02-20T11:50:00.000Z2002-02-20T11:51:39.000ZWell, I've been a bit crap about keeping this up to date. Nearly as bad as Amber! Just a short one for now as I'm at work, but I wanted to test Jack's amends to the page code. Which works beautifully... hugs, kisses and kudos to you, Jack. :)Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-96183322002-02-11T21:13:00.000Z2002-02-11T21:13:28.693ZPS Dan and Sarah had their baby, they named her Eloise Daisy. Nice to know I'm not the only mixed up aging goth/indie crossover nerdle left in the world. Also I didn't mean to imply that I don't approve of Utopia GT. I love those bored, anarchic fools. :)Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-96180362002-02-11T21:03:00.000Z2002-02-11T21:51:13.000Z*yawn* really tired today
had a good w/e, mostly, well, actually Saturday morning was hellish and Sunday revolved around decorating but there were some nice moments...
new team member started today at work, which was nice, I think she'll work out well but it will take a while for her to get to grips with everything - citrix confuzzled the heck out of her! o well.
reading a book called Gardens Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-95215522002-02-08T17:49:00.000Z2002-02-08T17:49:10.110ZWell I'm at work, Friday night, everyone else is at the pub... I'm waiting for our database vendors to dial up and fix our backups... I have to stay here in case the modem crashes... a word to the wary: never ever ever ever ever ever work in an IT department. Ever.
And nobody can even read this because blogspot is down - maybe I was right and there are hordes of leftward leaning 30-somethings Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-94900402002-02-07T21:41:00.000Z2002-02-07T21:41:09.530ZYay, I did it! Go me! :)Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-94890302002-02-07T21:09:00.000Z2002-02-07T21:33:31.000ZTesting multiple text strings inside box
Attempting to get more than one linkRoz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321553.post-94880872002-02-07T20:39:00.000Z2002-02-07T20:39:38.333ZHeeeeeeello world!
I couldn't resist it, I just couldn't hold myself back.... so am I now the only blogger over the age of 30 or has the Guardian brought us rushing in our droves, bleating and baaing foolishly? Or what?Roz Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17605036932231669994noreply@blogger.com