I'm a disgrace to blogging. There, I said it.
Months have gone past. MONTHS. My previous post was also an apologetic ramble for not having written.
Yes, well, guess what people. Life sucks. You don't get the Trollmamma on tap, unless you happen to be sharing a cafe table with her, in which case you will usually find her at her best and brightest, and with her wit (such as it is) in full flow. As those of you who may have attended the Tel Aviv Creative Writer's cafe event last week would know; during which event, I might add, I was heard by this nice person, and also possibly this one, to murmur words to the effect that "I'm definitely blogging this."
One week on, and no post. Throw me up against a wall and spray me with whipped cream. I am a bad Trollmamma.
Since that evening, much has happened. We had (and I speak here, of the Royal we, and continue with an optional fake "Tchermann" accent, just for the heck of it) zee first interview zis veek.
Ja, ja, ich bin utterly fed up mit der dreck zat gets zrown at me. Unt mein boss is ein aschloch. So I am doing zee sendink of zee résumé arount and abaht.
'Nuff said, am now dropping zee accent. I'm not entirely sure into which dialect it had metamorphosed...
So, it was cool, man. It went very well; I give great interview, I already know this (no arrogance, honestly, I just like meeting people)... until we got to the point where he looked at my projected salary request. And laughed. Like, seriously. Laughed his head off until he was wheezing. He was not a small man, and the wheezing seemed to be a natural progression of mirth, but not, I’m delighted to report, in a frightening way. He then looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said words to the effect of
"Dude. You're kidding. Right?"
Well... no, actually. Well, OK, I'd kind of ramped up the figure to 3K over what the Very Nice Lady in the HR company with whom I consulted, suggested. (Go back and re-read the sentence. It does make sense, honest.) And I would happily have *negotiated* down to said -3K figure. But they were offering me way below what I was already getting at The Grind. Which is a bit WTF, really.
Thing is, I don't even know what I’m looking for. I'd love -- LOVE -- to go part-time. To do something "kavua" that would pay the bills and also leave me extra time. You know, so I could spend some more quality formative time with the Trolls; I worry that they aren't being corrupted enough by Cartoon Network, and and are in serious need of some quality Trollmamma time. Just me and them. I could write other stuff -- yes, here, but also the short stories I want to write, and the TV drama series, and my pet translation project, and the novel, and the other stuff... For money, I mean, none of this freebie blogging nonsense. Well, also the freebie blogging nonsense, who the hell am I kidding?
Just some time. I just don't have any goddamn time. ('Scuse I. Allahdamn time.)
Anyway, I'll keep y'all posted. Heck, I may even start updating here regularly. Now wouldn't that be something?
PS Has anyone else noticed that the stupid bloody spellcheck in Blogger doesn't fucken work? Gah.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tardy, and in therapy
I haven't posted in ages. I get all gung-ho about how I'm starting up PLTM again, and then i go silent on y'all.
People, i do have a life. And the trolls have lives too, and since mine is pretty much centered around THEIR social arrangements (incl. homework on the part of BoyTroll, which he is constantly determined to avoid despite being of way above average intelligence-and-no-I'm-not-just-saying-that-because-I'm-his-mother), this is where I've been.
I also have a ton of shit going on. Work has gone from wild, to insane to oh-my-fucking-god, all in a week. I suppose it's good that i have a salary coming in, considering that my love of spending money is unparalleled. Plus, i have personal shit weighing me down very heavily. None of which i want to discuss in any great detail here, for various reasons, but i will tell you that I'm starting up therapy again next week.
Yesterday was a good day though. Liza sent me something which she then posted here. Seriously, i think that's one of the funniest things I have ever seen, certainly via the YouTube medium. Even the disgracefully racist joke in the middle had context which i could accept. (Or maybe I'm naive? You decide.)
Since then, each time i see a Trollish hand reach for the forbidden areas of the house (the ones that contain the sweets, chocolates or the basketball that BoyTroll seems determined to shoot through the imaginary hoop he carries around with him, regardless of the smudges on the walls and broken plates), i whip round, quick as a flash, point a finger and say:
"Silence! I keeel you!"
It creases me up. The Trolls are used to having a lunatic for a mother, so they generally either laugh with/at me or shrug and ignore me.
Oh the joys of being ineffectual.
More later... Trollmamma x
People, i do have a life. And the trolls have lives too, and since mine is pretty much centered around THEIR social arrangements (incl. homework on the part of BoyTroll, which he is constantly determined to avoid despite being of way above average intelligence-and-no-I'm-not-just-saying-that-because-I'm-his-mother), this is where I've been.
I also have a ton of shit going on. Work has gone from wild, to insane to oh-my-fucking-god, all in a week. I suppose it's good that i have a salary coming in, considering that my love of spending money is unparalleled. Plus, i have personal shit weighing me down very heavily. None of which i want to discuss in any great detail here, for various reasons, but i will tell you that I'm starting up therapy again next week.
Yesterday was a good day though. Liza sent me something which she then posted here. Seriously, i think that's one of the funniest things I have ever seen, certainly via the YouTube medium. Even the disgracefully racist joke in the middle had context which i could accept. (Or maybe I'm naive? You decide.)
Since then, each time i see a Trollish hand reach for the forbidden areas of the house (the ones that contain the sweets, chocolates or the basketball that BoyTroll seems determined to shoot through the imaginary hoop he carries around with him, regardless of the smudges on the walls and broken plates), i whip round, quick as a flash, point a finger and say:
"Silence! I keeel you!"
It creases me up. The Trolls are used to having a lunatic for a mother, so they generally either laugh with/at me or shrug and ignore me.
Oh the joys of being ineffectual.
More later... Trollmamma x
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Free penguins. No, seriously.
Click here.
No. Seriously. Do it. Click.
I could not believe my eyes when i found that site. If they didn't set it up just for me, (which I'm not quite arrogant enough to believe they did, but anyway), then they set it up for someone or ones just like me.
Which should scare you, people.
There are more of us out there.
Be afraid, be very afraid, etc.
No. Seriously. Do it. Click.
I could not believe my eyes when i found that site. If they didn't set it up just for me, (which I'm not quite arrogant enough to believe they did, but anyway), then they set it up for someone or ones just like me.
Which should scare you, people.
There are more of us out there.
Be afraid, be very afraid, etc.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Heralding the triumphant (or not) return of...
Yeah, I'm back. The Trollmamma breathes. (Inhale, exhale... etc.)
I had to leave the blogosphere for a while... my other anonymous online presence was found and stalked and my semi-anonymous presence (this one, or rather, it's predecessor) was threatened with full-blown outage.
You see, my persona here as Trollmamma was/is known to many of my readers, mostly due to my having written to them informing them of my blog and pressganging them into reading. Thanks guys. You're the best, and you help maintain my arguably overinflated ego. I therefore had no issue with them knowing.
Some of the other readers found me online and knew me as Trollmamma, and that was also fine. I wasn't really up for revealing more of my personal details to just anyone i met in cyberspace.
I also had an anonymous persona where i wrote about things that would make your hair curl. Why? 'Cos I wanted to. End of. I'm a multi-faceted person with much to say, and I seem to say it best with my fingers.
Steady... Easy tiger.
So there i was with one semi-anonymous, semi-public blog, writing about my life and how my children affected it, or drove me insane, or delighted me.
Now this was not a "mommy-blog".
[And can I just say that writing the word "Mommy" with the American spelling annoys me, but it far better describes the phenomena of overly droolworthy and introspective bullshit that I have forced myself to endure on far too many an occasion. Oh you know what i mean: "oh my GOD, he POOED! in the POTTY! Genius, I'm telling you".]
However, since it talked about my kids, when the person who discovered my anonymous persona and my semi-anonymous persona both belonged to me, the real-life person, and then threatened to "out" me to work, the Spouse and fuck alone knows who else, I had to shut down operations. Here and there.
A pisser, but true.
But now I am sufficiently distanced from this weird and creepy person, and seem to no longer feature on their radar. Maybe they have found a new target upon whom to lavish their weirdness, or maybe they have faded into oblivion. I couldn't give a fuck either way. This time, I am once again semi-anonymous, but i am forewarned and therefore forearmed. Let 'em try their worst. I wouldn't give them odds against me any more.
My children are lovingly and endearingly referred to here as the Trolls -- BoyTroll (BT) and GirlTroll (GT). Both under the age of 10, both bright, intelligent and with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy, and both apparently put here on god's good earth to try me. And eat my food, and spend my money. Although in the latter, I know from other parents, they're not alone.
Anyway, I find myself lacking a place to write. Just stuff. Nonsense. Or not-nonsense. Sometimes I say things that make sense, ya know. I do.
Not often, but... yeah. Anyway. So here I am. Watch this space, Mae West lovers. You just know what kind of a ride we're in for....
I had to leave the blogosphere for a while... my other anonymous online presence was found and stalked and my semi-anonymous presence (this one, or rather, it's predecessor) was threatened with full-blown outage.
You see, my persona here as Trollmamma was/is known to many of my readers, mostly due to my having written to them informing them of my blog and pressganging them into reading. Thanks guys. You're the best, and you help maintain my arguably overinflated ego. I therefore had no issue with them knowing.
Some of the other readers found me online and knew me as Trollmamma, and that was also fine. I wasn't really up for revealing more of my personal details to just anyone i met in cyberspace.
I also had an anonymous persona where i wrote about things that would make your hair curl. Why? 'Cos I wanted to. End of. I'm a multi-faceted person with much to say, and I seem to say it best with my fingers.
Steady... Easy tiger.
So there i was with one semi-anonymous, semi-public blog, writing about my life and how my children affected it, or drove me insane, or delighted me.
Now this was not a "mommy-blog".
[And can I just say that writing the word "Mommy" with the American spelling annoys me, but it far better describes the phenomena of overly droolworthy and introspective bullshit that I have forced myself to endure on far too many an occasion. Oh you know what i mean: "oh my GOD, he POOED! in the POTTY! Genius, I'm telling you".]
However, since it talked about my kids, when the person who discovered my anonymous persona and my semi-anonymous persona both belonged to me, the real-life person, and then threatened to "out" me to work, the Spouse and fuck alone knows who else, I had to shut down operations. Here and there.
A pisser, but true.
But now I am sufficiently distanced from this weird and creepy person, and seem to no longer feature on their radar. Maybe they have found a new target upon whom to lavish their weirdness, or maybe they have faded into oblivion. I couldn't give a fuck either way. This time, I am once again semi-anonymous, but i am forewarned and therefore forearmed. Let 'em try their worst. I wouldn't give them odds against me any more.
My children are lovingly and endearingly referred to here as the Trolls -- BoyTroll (BT) and GirlTroll (GT). Both under the age of 10, both bright, intelligent and with a seemingly inexhaustible supply of energy, and both apparently put here on god's good earth to try me. And eat my food, and spend my money. Although in the latter, I know from other parents, they're not alone.
Anyway, I find myself lacking a place to write. Just stuff. Nonsense. Or not-nonsense. Sometimes I say things that make sense, ya know. I do.
Not often, but... yeah. Anyway. So here I am. Watch this space, Mae West lovers. You just know what kind of a ride we're in for....
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