Guess Who’s Back, Back Again. I am back, tell your friends!

Wednesday 15 January, 2014

So… *Insert Obligatory “Rumours of my demise….” Paul McCartney quote here*

Hello there, everyone who might be reading this right now! Also, happy new year, merry belated Christmas, and an even more belated happy birthday to this here blog. Hope anyone who might reading this is well, and if they’re not, I wish them as speedy a recovery as possible. (And if they’re not reading this, well, then… they’re missing out, aren’t they?)

Now, I’ll admit, that last entry probably wasn’t the best entry to come before a radio silence. If I accidentally gave anyone the impression that my bout of bad health then threw me head first into No Man’s Land, I can only apologise.

It was the start of a bad bout of health, but shortly after that entry I experienced what I like to call a Systematic Failing of the Modern Ways of Life.

Here’s what happened, in short, that led to a seven month absence from this here beloved blog.

I moved back to Liverpool. Remember that entry where I talked about how bad council houses are? With the wooden planks to put up a curtain rail, and the porous flatpack materials that didn’t have protective coatings against the rain, so the damp got in and there was mould? And no storage space to speak of? Well, a bit of dodgy wording on my part in that entry, but that was the house I was living in.

Was being the key word there. With speed I never knew housing associations were even capable of, my poor old family put in for a move on an emergency, health related basis, and we moved two weeks later!

But, as much as this place is better – We actually have storage space now! – No council property comes without problems, and my room was and continues to be quite a bit of a problem.

Lack of room in my bedroom means no room for my over-bed table that my computer was on, which I used with a wireless keyboard and mouse. I tried to continue to use my computer by using it on my knee, but the laptop had a history of overheating. I couldn’t use my laptop in the living room, where my table was, because for a good portion of the year, every single member of my family was unemployed and trying to do anything that required concentration, became impossible. When I’m in the room, it seems like everyone just wants to talk at me and ask me questions and throw riddles at me to solve.

The bad news is, that laptop had a partial motherboard failure. The good news is, my legs came out unscathed!

No floor space within the limited area I can turn my head to watch telly along with busy walls meant no television or DVD player.

My blackberry started having software failures, a problem usually easily solved with a reset and an update, but no updates available even when my computer was working meant that my phone would need to be fixed by blackberry itself, which would have costed more than a new phone.

So I bought a new phone, which I had a massive allergic reaction to due to some cleaning substance used in the factory process. The battery also got too hot to hold the phone, but it wasn’t clear at the time because of the allergic reaction. So I got it replaced, and the phone was the same* so I had to return that one again for a full refund and account cancellation.

So that was me without a phone and full use of a laptop for quite a few months. Limited use of a DVD player, but I couldn’t make any notes whilst watching any films, so no reviews. I was allowed access to my Mum’s little netbook, but the poor little thing couldn’t even play youtube videos.

As well as a bad bout of health, even more hospital appointments, and a two month bout of flu, full chest infection, Laryngitis, possible bout of SAD.

I didn’t have much to talk about, I’d been completely knocked out of my writing rhythm and the longer I went without updating, the harder it seemed to get started again.

I didn’t want to dip in here with something important without explaining all the little things that led to this being unintentionally abandoned.

Then I got a new computer. Family members who like to ask me questions, talk at me, and throw riddles at me, went back to work, meaning I can at least use my computer in the living room in peace. My need to vent my outrage at social inequality came back, and, well, I still need a solution in relation to review writing, but I do have some notes lying around on some films I’d seen but didn’t have a chance to write a proper review for.

And I have an entry for Asexuality Awareness Week in drafts waiting to be posted!

So, ok, there was a gap, but I’m back. It’s full steam ahead now, my friends! Think of me as your female blogging version of Sherlock Holmes. I survived Movenback! (Yes, that was a pun.)

I will return you to your scheduled programming, whether you like it or not.

Thank you for reading.

~AFJ~


Dear Damian, I am so very sorry

Wednesday 24 April, 2013

Have you ever been in the situation where you find out many years down the line you’ve been calling someone by the wrong name? Or referring to a famous landmark by some erroneous descriptor instead of it’s real name?

Or just straight up saying something that makes no sense, grammatically speaking?

Think of the scene in Sports Night when Dan is telling Casey about his meeting with Hillary Clinton (off screen) and it emerges that he accidentally said that he was opposed to public funding to secular schools when he meant non-secular Yes, that is basically the same situation you see in The West Wing when Sam possibly said Kurdistand when he meant Kazakhstan when speaking to a reporter.

Are we all clear as to the situation I am asking you to imagine right now? Good!

Because I have something to share with you all, and it affects this here blog and I’d like you to all imagine where I’m coming from. From the get go, the title of this blog was in reference to the popular film title I was a teenage warewolf, despite actually never seeing it (it’s on my LoveFilm list!) and it’s only now dawned on me that “I once was a twenty-something journalism student” makes very little sense. I mean, alright, I once went to university to study journalism. I have actually only done that once, and I was twenty-something. So far, my word for word literal skills are working pretty well, there.

But here’s the thing, it actually makes more sense to say “I was once a twenty-something journalism student”, and not only does it make more sense, it actually rolls off the tongue better. Loads better, in fact, which is why almost every production with a similar name has it that way.

So, just to let anyone who reads this know, in case they’re wondering, I will be re-wording the above title to the latter. So if you notice the change in the next few weeks, let it alarm you not!

As for Damian, I can only apologies for all those years I wrongly called him Damian, as it only came to my knowledge after he left that college that his name was actually Dave. And that he did correct me once or twice, but it never stuck in, so in the end he went along with me calling him Damian.

Sorry Dave.

-AJF-


This Is The Blog You Are Looking For

Wednesday 28 December, 2011

Fear not! Though the appearance has changed, the inside is still the same. This is still A Failed Journalist and her merry Blog.

Merry. Bah! That was an unfortunate coincidental use of the word, there. Nothing to do with Christmas and All to do with old (and untrue) folklore and children’s television.

Anyway, so about the Redesign! Do you like it? If not, why not?

I’ve been thinking about redesigning here for about a month, now, but I just didn’t know where to start. And then I got those spam-worthy comments about Twilight from an Anonymous commenter, which deviated into an Insult Fest directed towards myself and this here blog. One of the comments was along the lines of “This is a poorly designed blog” with a few other choice words thrown in, and whilst I wouldn’t say it that way exactly, I mean I was quite happy to leave it as it was, I did think it was time for a change and maybe an imrpovement.

Let me just take a minute to state that this is not a new look to see in the new year.

No. Just a timely redesign, from orange to blue. I didn’t make these decisions lightly. Infact, I made a clone of this place just so that I could test out new designs without messing around with this one. I learnt about templates!

It took me back to my website hosting days. Ah, memories.

Anyway, now that I’ve acknowledged the shiny new look, my work here is done for the day!

-A Failed Journalist-