It’s Friday night. It’s been a fair to middling crap kind of week, last few weeks really. But it’s Friday, like I say, and I have whiskey, and the bullshit at the office is in abeyance for a few days at least. It’s going to be all kinds of shit next week, with the all too certain to be a cluster-fuck of epic proportions ETQA inspection we have coming up, but that’s next weeks’ issue.
For tonight I’m going to type something up for this after a too long break, drink whiskey, read a book, drink more whiskey, maybe watch an episode of a series or something, drink some more whiskey, then maybe fire up the XBox for a while given the PC is hors de combat with a dud graphics card right now.
And by the time I’ve done that for a while, chances are I’ll be drunk enough to go “yeah, let’s watch Harry Potter movies & fall asleep on the couch!”.
Yeah, you read that right. Harry Potter.
I’ve somehow, as a grown-ass man over fucking FORTY, gotten into the habit on the weekends of getting drunk, and then watching Harry Potter movies. Or sort of, after a fashion, at least.
I can’t stand them sober. I think they’re juvenile (well, duh), puerile, silly, and childish. The characters are shallow and clichéd and irritating, and for fuck sakes, what’s with waving wands around the place? Seriously, magic is cool and all that, but learn to make a plan when it’s not working, mmmkay? Voldemort could have saved himself a whole seventeen metric fucktons of hassle and drama if he’d just bought a gun and shot the kid, or had Malfoy or whoever do it.
Wand doesn’t work?
Cool, **BLAMBLAM**, double-tap to centre mass and move on, problem fucking solved. Or the kid could have bought a gun & shot Voldemort I guess, whatever, either works.
But that’s me sober.
Get half a bottle of whiskey into me, sit me down in front of those movies, and I’m all……
Get me drunk enough and I think they’re the most magical (hah!) stories ever written, and I sit–>slouch—>slump into unconsciousness on the couch in front of the TV in childlike and innocent wonder whilst watching them, whilst enjoying yet more whiskey. And of course, because I’m hammered, my short-term memory isn’t exactly all that functional, so when I wake up with a hangover in the morning I of course can’t remember what the hell happened in the movie.
So the next time I get drunk and decide to watch them, I end up starting again from the beginning, and I honestly don’t think I’ve made it past halfway through maaaaaybe the fourth movie in any of the times I’ve slumped onto the couch to watch them.
Something of an embarrassing confession to make, I’m sure you can appreciate. But I take solace in the fact, in the certainty, that my liver would never hold out long enough for me to ever get drunk enough to think watching that Twilight shit would ever be a good idea……
Otherwise, what’s news? Pretty much nothing really, just the usual muddling along day to day crap, Work has been really frustrating lately, and it’s getting me down. That should hopefully get better after this damn inspection that’s been circling like a fucking vulture of late is over, but the fallout isn’t going to be much fun either, even if I’m low enough down the food chain that I should avoid most of the drama. It’s going to be so much fucking fun at the office for the next few weeks, I may just start breaking out in spontaneous song and fucking dance……
Anyway, I’m still on the wagon where smoking is concerned, around 166 days or over 5 months now, which I’m pretty stoked (hah, punny play on words) about. I’m at that point where I’ll catch myself going “Wait, I was a smoker?! For over twenty YEARS?!?!”, because it feels so damn unnatural and insane that I ever would have done, deliberately and by choice, something so fundamentally stupid. But there you have it. That’s no guarantee I won’t be stupid enough to start again at some point – been there, done that, not just once – but it’s a good sign, and with luck and by the Grace of G_D I’ll stick with it & not fall off the damn bus again..
On the subject, I can’t remember if I ever mentioned how I managed to stop? In case I didn’t, and if somebody wanting to stop ends up reading this, this is how I managed.
Ask your doctor for Champix, or whatever varenicline is called where you live.
And that’s about it, Give it 2-6 weeks of taking the Champix twice a day, while you continue to smoke as much as you feel like. And for something like 40% of people trying it, that’s it, you’re done. You’ll just find yourself smoking less and less, and you’ll eventually go “meh, fuckit, it’s more hassle than it’s worth to go buy a new pack” when the one you were busy with is finished. And then it’s just a case of taking the rest of the course of the tablets, and resisting the odd incidental temptation to smoke which may arise.
It’s cheap, effective for a large number of people, and evidently has a very mild side effect profile. Hell, I didn’t have ANY side effect, at all, though your mileage may of course vary, and perhaps significantly so. And you also avoid, for the most part, the anger and irritation and anxiety often associated with kicking a habit. Or at least *I’ve* not noticed that I’m angrier or more irritable and so on than usual, and that’s not necessarily the same thing….
It’s important to take the whole course though, the whole three months worth, even if you stop in the first 10 days like I managed to the first two times. Both time I just finished that months’ worth of tablets, figured I was good, and didn’t get the next lot.
And both times I’d started again smoking within a month, so give yourself time to get the monkey off your back, and to get used to it not being there, or you’ll probably just fall off the bus again.
In other goings on, Operation: “Let’s Make Ian Less of a FatAss!” is progressing quite nicely, and I’ve broken the 126kg threshold that I seemed to have become stuck on the last few weeks. I just seemed to float up and down from 129kg or so to 126kg, and just wouldn’t go below that.
Well, last week I FINALLY managed to get below 126kg briefly, and since then I’ve managed consistently float around 126-127kgs. And this morning I dropped below 125kgs.
I’m still a fat bastard. I still have a wide ass that needs a sign saying “Warning! Needs TWO lanes to turn!”. And I still have 20kg or so still to go to meet even the most charitable of acceptable goal weights. But I’m not as fat as I was a few months ago, and I’m making nice, consistent progress. And it’s been good for my happy thoughts, which haven’t been in the greatest of supply lately, so it’s a good thing on more than one level.
The cycling, on the other hand, that’s not gone so well lately. As in at all.
For about 3 weeks now.
I got busy at work. Then I got sick. Then I didn’t get better really. Now I’m better-ish, but I’m busy as all hairyfuck at work and can’t afford the time. And I’ve got a flat tyre that I can’t seem to fix so I need a new inner tube now too. After this never to be sufficiently damned inspection is done I’ll get back into it, but it’s been disappointing to have not made any progress the last month or so, especially given I’d been doing quite well with the cycling until recently. And it’s going to be a pain in the ass to recover even the little bit of fitness I’d managed to build up but have now lost. But meh, whatever, it’s just a bit of sweat, and it’s easy enough to get back to where I was I guess. It just aggrieves me that I have to get back there again is all.
Enough of that though. I promised in this blog I’d put up more pictures than the last one, and by that I didn’t just mean the silly ones you’ve seen above so far in this post. And will see again in subsequent posts, cause I like ‘em. Just wait till I decide to start posting pictures of cats……
No, rather I meant my own photos, and I have a few new ones to share with you now. Vuk, a friend who’s also part of this little photo club of ours (FB link), and I headed out to a “Cars in the Park” thing held at Zwartkops Raceway recently and took a whole bunch of photos of the cars on show there. Here are a few of the ones I took that I like….
Classic Jag racer…
I **love** high-contrast B&W photography……
I’m not a fan of cars, at all really, but it was nice to get out & take some photos, and I’m quite happy with how some of them came out, especially that last B&W of the Pontiac. The Merry Band will be meeting again next weekend for some bird photography here in Pretoria, part of a series of workshops and events being hosted by OutdoorPhoto, a photography shop here in Pretoria, for their 20 year anniversary, so I should have some more photos to post here again soon.
OutdoorPhoto will also be running specials as part of this event, and with a little luck I’ll be able to pick up an 18-135mm lens I’ve been looking at and a tripod for a good price. And maybe a few filters. And a new sling-type bag. And a 150-400mm lens, and an ESO-M as a nice little carry camera………
So many toys, so little money….. 😦
That’s about it for now though, so I’ll be saying cheers for now so that I can have another whiskey or two, & then go watch silly kids movies. Cheers for now, & I’ll be back to update this again, hopefully fairly soon.
Till then 😉