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- May 22 -
You love literature and the arts and dreaming and traveling. You love attention and are constantly attracting people with your charm. People find you very stimulating intellectually. QuizGalaxy.com
Positive Traits:
idealism, pragmatism, creativity, ingenuity, intuition
Negative Traits:
rigidity, nervousness, workaholic, stubborn, fanatical

'What does your Birthdate mean?' at QuizGalaxy.com


Lots to tell but no inclination to tell it. Blah.
mad_andy: (Dirk LOL)
OK, first - this amused the heck out of me: comment at the bottom caused much sporfling!

Ooo, I'm so bad. *Yawn*

Whiner.

Anyway, in other news:

- I have a terrible headcold

- Remember I got a speeding ticket from the ever-cursed camera in Abingdon? Well, Thames Valley Police offered me a 'speeding awareness course' which, although it will cost me £75 (yup, that's $150), means I get out of having my licence endorsed. Getting out of three points? Patronise away, copper.

- Still loving the job, although more wiped than I expected. I'm only doing one job dammit!

- Loving [livejournal.com profile] duffnstuff's new fic! You should all go and read it: A Song For The Dead. (Even if she does do awful things to my poor Zico boys.)

- Having lost my driving licence I have to apply for a new one. Balls. Can I find a black biro? Nope.

- Desktop died. Now in Laptop Exile. Don't yet know if the data on the PC hard disk is going to be recoverable. *Cries*

- Slay is incapable of leaving me asleep when he gets up for work. *Mutter*

So that's it. I am reading everyone's posts, although I am being pretty useless about commenting... :(

Urk.

Nov. 14th, 2007 02:30 pm
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
You know you're overdoing it when:

The boss says "come here and have a hug. By God you look like you need it."

You slam a steel filing cabinet drawer on your fingers, and watch it happen.

You realise you're having mild hallucinations (things moving in the corner of your vision, smoke that isn't there when you look at it) while you're driving.

You think your husband will approve of a six grand pay drop.

...

I have gotta sort this two job crap out. In the meantime, I think some sleep might not be a bad idea.
mad_andy: (Default)
*Sigh*

Just my luck.


You are The Lovers


Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.


The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.


Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.



But interesting, considering what's been going on.

Some days, life is a wee bit busy. )

Perfect end to an exhausting day!

*Yawn*

Aug. 6th, 2007 06:40 pm
mad_andy: (Default)
I'm tired. I don't want to go to work. But this blog post from Chris over on MySpace made me grin:

WELL, WE WERE SURROUNDED BY INCOMPETENT BIG SPUDS AND A ROOM FULL OF DODGY EQUIPMENT, AND EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG DID!! BUT STILL, MASSIVE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO MADE IT FUCKIN AWESOME. YOU'RE RESPONSE WAS AMAZING.

SORRY TO ANYONE IN THE CROWD WHO GOT HIT WITH ANY FLYING OBJECTS. THANKS TO WHOEVER FOUND THE MIC AND SANG THE WHOLE OF ANAEMIA FOR US.

SO, IT SEEMS WE'RE BANNED FROM COCKPIT AND THE ONLY REASON I WASN'T ARRESTED WAS BECAUSE OUR TOUR MANAGER PAID FOR THE DAMAGE. APPARENTLY ALL THE GEAR WAS IN PERFECT WORKIN ORDER BEFORE WE BEGAN THROWING IT AT THIER HEADS.

ONWARDS AND UPWARDS. THREE NEW VIDS HAVE GONE UP ON OUR PAGE. A DIARY FROM OUR AMERICA ROAD TRIP, A DIARY FROM THE LAST TWO WEEKS OF THIS TOUR COURTESY OF FLOOD OF RED, AND A NICE LITTLE CLIP OF SLASH AND DUFF WITH SOMETHIN TO SAY ABOUT ZICO ON AMERICAN TELEVISION.

SEE YA ON THE ROAD

CHRIS ZICO

XX


*Chuckle*

*Yawn*

Jul. 21st, 2007 08:48 am
mad_andy: (Default)
Feeling like crap. Can't seem to get into the swing of this week. Anyway. Chameleon still alive. Gacked this thingy from [livejournal.com profile] duffnstuff.

My Interests Collage! )

Need sleep. South east of England about to wash away in the rain. Ho hum.
mad_andy: (Miles to go Mal)
Weird few days.

The good is very good, and the bad... equally so.

On the plus side, today at work was pretty good. Chris and Steve (ex-zookeeper, and other part timer at the shop) went to one of our reptile suppliers today, and were about as restrained as Chris and I were when we went to the rodent place a few weeks ago!

When they got back to the shop Chris slid a box across the desk to me.

"For me?"

"Might be," grinned Chris.

Inside said box was a snake. Quite the most beautiful little black rat snake I've ever seen - she's a white-sided black rat, effectively a white snake with a grey and black stripe along her spine and she has blue eyes and oh god, I squealed and almost burst into tears! She's absolutely gorgeous, and she's called Rosie. ;)

The bald rats at the shop have finally given birth, as have some of the fancy mice. And before anyone asks, no, these are not snake food! They're pets - or at least, the babies will be sold as such.

When I got home, I discovered that Gertrude, my black and tan fancy mouse, has also had her litter! I'm pretty pleased - they should all be baldies, as dad (Roger) is bald. But we shall see - they may be furred, or a mix of furred and bald. I need to brush up on my genetics.

On the not so good side, I'm exhausted. Ass dragging, bleary-eyed-behind-the-wheel exhausted. I know I'm working hard, but I've coped really well up to now.

And my mum texted me - she and my dad have gone to Rome to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary, and today some scumbag nicked her handbag.

It's not the loss of wallet and credit cards that bothers her. It's all the personal shit that was in there - her glasses, her ipod, her bits and bobs of makeup, house keys. This was supposed to be their special weekend to celebrate, and this happens. I hope the thief rots in hell. Or gets scrotal cancer. Or both.

As for the vets, well... on my last night, guess what I had to nurse?

The other puppy. The older one. Which, as it's insured, the guy told the vets to spare no expense on.

You know, just when i think I've seen the depths of despicable, someone will find a way to make me even sadder. I prefer snakes.
mad_andy: (Bruce Animated)
Today, in short:

Got bitten by a Honduras Milk Snake that has never bitten anyone else ever.

Sold animals for the first time.

Talked to lots of very nice people.

Talked to some wankers.

Cuddled a terrapin (that crapped on me).

Need to look up details of Bearded Dragons and blue-tongued skinks.

Thank you and goodnight.

*Flop*

*Stagger*

Apr. 29th, 2007 08:45 am
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
Eleven inpatients last night.

Eleven.

The practice record is thirteen. With seven on drips. Last night I had six.

Still, one went home at 7am, one more was about to go when I left and two more will definitely be going home during the day, so with any luck tonight will be considerably quieter. Unless every other animal that didn't have a crisis yesterday decides to do it today, of course...

Still. On the plus side, the night went very quickly, and it was very satisfying getting the place from bombsite to neat, clean surgery, all ready for the day's onslaught!

I wanted to write, but all I want to do now is sleep. *Yawn* Jeez. Am I tired.
mad_andy: (Kai facepalm)
I feel worse, I now have a temperature and some swine has filled my sinuses with hot lead.

Great.

Just... great.

Driveby

Nov. 6th, 2006 11:56 pm
mad_andy: (Tea animated)
Had a great time sunday visiting [livejournal.com profile] glammetalkitten, even if we were ignored by rockstars (*pfah*) and sneered at by their girlfriends. Who all look the same. I reckon they get the bloody things mail order.

(Oh, and I fell in lust with a bassist - who, [livejournal.com profile] arrys_girlie thinks, looks like my beloved Dirk! She actually has a point...)

AND I've just posted another chapter of Journeyman. Am now on the last one, the epilogue being nine tenths written already. The damn thing laid dormant for a year then, with a good poke from [livejournal.com profile] rdyfrde, [livejournal.com profile] arrys_girlie and some fairly constant quiet under-the-table nagging from [livejournal.com profile] rockfic took off like a sodding rocket and won't shut up.

Can't wait to get it finished. And then never look at the flippin' thing again!

Best of all? Off to part-ay with [livejournal.com profile] rathenar tomorrow after work! Gonna be fun. Gonna stay on the boat. Gonna get very lost driving round Cambridge in the fog....

And now I'm knackered, so goodnight y'all.

*Flop*

Sep. 23rd, 2006 07:30 am
mad_andy: (Tea animated)
I was supposed to be going to the drum show today - Nicko is compering and doing a clinic, then (probably) a signing.

And I love the Mad McBrain to bits.

But...

I feel like utter crap. I'm tired and achy (unsurprisingly, considering the hammering my immune system has taken over the last few weeks) so Slay has toddled off on his lonesome. He'll sulk about this for weeks but eh. I'll miss seeing Nicko but... but but but.

I haven't had a day to myself for weeks, dammit! I'm going to relax, catch up on my reading list and maybe try and write some.

*Flop*
mad_andy: (Tuff Dirk with gun)
OK, so it works like this:

Running about like an idiot and, on the whole, having a blast doing so. Being busy rocks my socks. But.

I am reading my flist, I do still give a shit about everybody but comments are going to be a bit thin on the ground for a bit! My brain is often turned to mush by the time I get to my PC....

Oh and Slay is a total girl about his piercings. He keeps rushing up to me and saying 'does this look clean? Am I looking after them properly?'

Dude, they're your nipples. If you can't tell if they're clean it's a sad day - I just pierced 'em, the rest is up to you....

This is on a par with the hair-dye test patch fiasco.

*Tsk*

Anyway. Still around, just a bit busy.
mad_andy: (Tuff Dirk with gun)
I did my first piercing yesterday. Guess who on?! )

*Yawn*

Aug. 29th, 2006 05:42 pm
mad_andy: (Tea animated)
Goddamn but I'm tired. Not surprising really.

Sunday I did the thirteen hour night shift from HELL. And here's why.... )

Monday I slept.

Today? Well, I woke up with my rook piercing giving me severe gyp, swollen and red - must have banged it suring the night, and it's complaining bitterly about it. Still, I can live with it, because I have been at the studio and have done my first tattoo on someone else!

Poor Slay.... )

But this seven days a week crap is a nightmare. It's the vet stuff that makes me so tired; the studio is a breeze, because I'm loving it. And let's face it, it isn't the hard physical, mental and emotional slog that the vets is...

*Groan* Ten hour shift tomorrow. Not looking forward to it!

Drive by

Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:00 pm
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
OK, just time for a few things before I fall on my face and die for a few hours:

~Piercings ache, but are settling down nicely. Sleeping on my right side is a dead loss, though.

~Tattoo on thigh is infected and unpleasant and very painful indeed. This is extremely embarrassing.

~I have decided to hand my notice in on thursday.

~This working seven days a week thing is for the birds, but I'm determined to stick it out. I want to prove to Chris, the vets and myself that I'm dedicated enough to do the tattoo thing.

~Axl's behavious is becoming so horrible I'm beginning to seriously think about putting him down.

~I'm tired.

*Phew*

Jul. 29th, 2006 08:22 am
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
I survived. I am knackered.

However, here's an anecdote that sums up tonight and, indeed, night shifts here in general:

It's 0615. I am gore and saliva to my eyebrows, because the cat whos tried to stop a car with his face has decided he's going to finish the job by braining himself on the walls of the incubator. Morphine has stopped working. The only thing that is working is me putting the beast in a (gentle) headlock.

So.

Cat. Blood. Saliva. Headlock.

...phone.

"My cat's bandage has fallen off."

There is a moment of silence while I try to come up with a response that does not begin with "WHAT?!!!!!WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?

They sound nervous. So they bloody should.

So I make them an appointment to come in and see the vet, and hang up very gently.

...

People. Gotta love 'em, right?

*Whines*

Jun. 23rd, 2006 06:29 pm
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
Went in for two hours, four to six. Fuckers can bollock me monday.

Anyway, had a very weird dream just before I woke up and rang in. I was watching Maiden play football against Leppard and Maiden had a special guest - Kai was playing for them. And the rest of Gamma Ray turned up.

I spent the match taking the piss out of Dan and flirting with Dirk.

Nice, but exceedingly odd.

Hope I feel better monday - because guess who's got a ten hour shift? Yei.

Thanks to everyone for the hugs - I appreciate it. *Sniffle*

Oh my.

Jun. 21st, 2006 11:28 pm
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
Right, whoever is playing silly buggers with me had better stop because this is silly.

I feel pretty rough, right? Right. I've worked a long hard shift. I have a virus. But I have pets and such to look after, so after a quick chat with [livejournal.com profile] rockfic I do the rounds (feed and water cats, dog, ferrets, feed fish) I crash out for a bit. I've let Axl out for his business after his dinner.

This is, oh, eightish?

Now, I decide to leave the door to Axl's crate open. Not fair to pen him up after I've worked all day.

I wake up at eleven. I go downstairs. Axl has not only been on the sofa, he has shit on it. And pissed on it.

I'm too tired to do anything but clear up. I've grabbed something to eat, I'm going to take my meds and crash. I need to shower but I'm too tired. I can't find my mobile. I'm tired and I don't feel well and if I start crying I get the horrible feeling I won't be able to stop.

I--

Damn it.
mad_andy: (Tough day bunny)
I hate my job.

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