Christmas Day 2012

Tuesday 25 December, 2012

And here we are again. A full Christmas day nearly over, thank the primordial atom. Did we all have a good, joyous day?

If you said yes, good for you.

If you said no, join me on the woe train. woowoo, chugga chugga!

I’ve decided on a new tactic this year. Instead of looking at it from the point of view of Ebenezer Scrooge and crapping on it, I’m going to revel in my anti-Christmas opinions and celebrate them instead. Optimism in misery  what do you think? Well, it worked for me today but I wouldn’t recommend it for the masses. To be quite honest, it’s exhausting. I’d rather just go back to ignoring Christmas and scowling at people who’ve dragged me into it. It was a lot easier, I think. If I remember correctly.

So, what did I do today, I hear you cry!

Well, I started the day off by chatting to my Good Friend in our annual Awkward Awkward Christmas Phone call  That makes it the fifth year on the go! I’ve never had traditions actually last that long, and this year I was quite pleasantly surprised to find him arrange the time before I could get around to it. Well, my plan was to wake up today, text him and ask him what time was best for him, but he beat me by about 12 hours. He’s a business man, so he’s very efficient. Also, very busy, so it was nice to be sandwiched in rather than forego this tradition!

Well, I call it a tradition. He possibly calls it his “annual conversation with a fast talking weirdo”.

Anyway, so then it was a fry up dinner, card/present swapping (very low key ones, but I’d still rather forego it all), geeking about on the computer, Christmas tea at just after 5 (which in my family consists of roast chicken, stuffing, roast potatoes, carrot and turnip, cauliflower, sometimes broccoli but not tonight, and sprouts for anyone who likes them, and gravy on top.) followed by mince pies.

Home made mince pies and very nice ones, even if I do say so myself.

And the rest of the evening has been spent like every other Tuesday.

One day I will get everyone agreeing with me. We’ll sod the presents, and gather around in groups of people we mutually get along with, and play parlour games instead. It’d be a lot more interesting and fun than all the commercial stuff that happens today, I’m sure.

And as for what’s next on my agenda… Well, that’s where things have gone a bit pear shaped, isn’t it? I’ve come back and said twice now that things have made blogging here difficult and that it should all blow over soon and it’ll be back to normal next week! but both times I’ve disappeared back into the ether. But I’ve been quite sick since from the end of October and engaging my brain to get something near journalistic-levels (the very reason for this blog!) has just been too exhausting. when I’ve even had the chance to try.

But I do plan to get back on this roller-coaster in the new year, because it makes more sense to start a’new then than it does between now and then. Just keep watching this space. Once the whole Christmas rubbish is behind me, it’s back into the saddle and back to riding the failed pony express.

Regardless of your feelings on Christmas and the whole Yule period, I hope you were able to celebrate something today/this week/this month, and I hope you have a very good new year.


Let The Madness Begin (It already has)

Saturday 1 December, 2012

Alright, so, most places have been in Christmas mode since September, and Christmas music started being played on the radio mid-november, Christmas films started on Halloween (Nightmare Before Christmas) and the winter wardrobe came out months ago!

But it doesn’t really feel like Christmas is close until the beginning of December, does it? And it is the beginning of December, dear whatever god out there who may or may not be in Heaven… How did that happen again? Wasn’t it 2010 last week?

Where did 2003 go?!

And this time next month it’ll be 2013. Excuse me  a second, I’m feeling a little faint…

What was I saying? Oh yes! Christmas, it’ll be here soon (Dear GOD) but thanks to the shops, and the radio, the film stations, and the music stations, and the clothes shops, and the coffee shops, and any shop that sells food, and toy shops, and everything else, it feels like Christmas has been dragging on forever already. Why do they need to do this? Do they think we’ll forget? Is it some failed method to ease us into Christmas, by beating us over the head with it for a whole month before December, the month in which Christmas actually occurs?

I highly doubt we’ll forget. First and foremost, I’m sure most people know how to read a calendar, secondly, advent calendars are a thing and thirdly, if shops had to wait for the first of December to attack us all with Christmas related everything, they’d reach new heights to do so to make up for lost time.

I have some friends who like Christmas, and all of that even annoys them. A Scrooge like me is beyond reasoning at this point. If I can’t up and move myself to a country where Christmas isn’t celebrated, which I can’t, then my last resort is hitch-hiking to the other end of the universe to a planet which doesn’t celebrate Christmas, and return when it’s all over and done with. The third option is inducing sleep for a whole month, and that’s just not healthy.

Now, I know what you might be thinking if you read my blog entry last year. You’re thinking “but I thought you liked Christmas now!”. No. I still don’t like Christmas as Christmas, but I still like things that are good, which just happen to be Christmas themed, and they keep me cheered up and happy. But take that out of Christmas and we still have something happy. It’s just coincidentally Christmas themed, but to a degree that I can handle.

And of course, if you didn’t read the entry from last year, this is all a moot point.

Once again I’m obligated to buy physical presents, I’m obligated to accept physical presents, and I’m obligated to eat a copious amount of food for fear of other people’s money going to waste. The true meaning of Christmas probably died out with Dickens.

But hey, if you like Christmas, go out and have fun! For now it’s the season, and all that. We might even have snow soon! Woop-de-doo!


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-


Christmas Day 2011

Sunday 25 December, 2011

Ah, that day has been and almost gone again, and if we’re lucky, it won’t be back for another full 365 days. Or 366, considering next year is a leap year.

Which is a great! It mean’s Christmas won’t be back so quickly as it was this year.

See? I told you I’d be back to my Ebenezer Scrooge-ly self. I did use and abuse the thing that made me look forward to Christmas this year, and maybe next years and the year after that, to my hearts content. But I’ve exhausted the distraction and now I’m tired.

There was a trend this year, I noticed, of lesser gift giving. Whether it’s the value of the gifts, the amount of gifts or the meaning of the gifts, I’m sure it varies from person to person, but there was definitely a knew trend in the air.

Gifts were either useful, born of a sentimental notion, or one singular “expensive” item. Is this because of the economy? Are we all getting too old for novelty gifts that take up valuable floor space? Are we becoming less frivolous simultaneously, maybe? Are we seeing a bigger picture?

A mixture of all of the above? I imagine that’s the case for most people.

I’ve been saying, with more and more frequency, that I don’t want or need anything, I just wish I could have a good time with the people insisting on buying me gifts. I’m grateful for the gifts. The lovely, thoughtful, funny, useful gifts. And the chocolate. But maybe the money should go towards more important things? Or stored away to be used on a day spent together.

Who needs a musical lava lamp when silence can be filled with the conversation of a loved one? (Too cheesy? Meh)

So. Now we’re crossing over between evening in to night. I’ve done all but one Christmas Tradition, which is my Annual Awkward Christmas Phone Call with my good friend. He’s been quite the busy fellow this year, and he had many people make plans with him for today, so I’m waiting for him to give me the signal so that I can call.

I hope I get the signal soon. Like I said, who needs a physical present when you can have a good conversation with a loved one?


Excuse me, I have some words to eat

Monday 12 December, 2011

If you were to read my entries from around this time last year, you would be met with some words and sentences directed at Christmas and December fit for old Ebenezer Scrooge himself.

Now, I’m not saying I’ve changed my ways. I still hate Christmas, and the commercialisation of Christmas, and December and how the whole of December is a painful countdown to Christmas and then new year. And it’s always cold, and dark, and miserable. I think all of it is miserable and pointless and the less I had to do with it the better.

However. However… During the summer, I got quite attached to something that had a small reference to Christmas in it. And I am delightfully happy to finally get the chance to use and abuse this very small reference to my heart’s content. So it’s really all about that than it is about Christmas.

It’s exactly the same as hating Chemistry, but finding absolute joy in the song Catalyst by New Found Glory, and using and abusing the chance to sing it obnoxiously everytime work is done with a catalyst. Or the word Catalyst is mentioned.

I’m not happy to celebrate Christmas, this is just a very small way I can make the lead up to it tolerable. Something better to focus on, at least.

It’s amazing what benefits there are to having a geeky, fangirl mindframe.

I would thank the person responsible for this little reference right here, right now, on this very blog, but I don’t want to give any more away that would connect my blog with my LiveJournal.

So anybody intrigued will have to stay intrigued… (I say that as if I have regular readers)

Normal scheduling consisting of grumbling, moaning, complaining and many other things that describe my ill-feelings towards Christmas in general and December will resume as of now.

Thank You!


A Whole Year Old Today!

Tuesday 22 November, 2011
Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday to I Once Was A Twenty-Something Journalism Student!
Happy Birthday To Me!
For the record, it’s not actually *my* Birthday, but it has been one year to the day since I created this blog, so it’s the Blog’s birthday. And may it have a happy one!
If Blog’s were sentient creatures, I’d tell it to go out and party hard. But seeing as it’s a year old, if it were a sentient creature, it’d probably be just a baby. If I told it to go out and party hard, it’d probably just goo at me and laugh at it’s own feet. And then probably cry a lot.
Remind me again why people have babies? I don’t see the appeal at all.
Aaaanyway! Now that I have acknowledged that I Was Once A Twenty-Something Journalism Student has been in existence for a year, I guess I should say something about the year.

Well, I don’t think I’ve given too much away about myself on here. Which was the whole point, really. I have a LiveJournal for angsting, ranting, celebrating and fangirling and being the me that people know and possibly love, and this is for pseudo-professional appeals to the public and other things that the people who know about my LiveJournal have virtually no interest in, really.

Basically all the things that I would have to call on if I did actually make it as a Journalist, which I didn’t. Which I’m glad about, because I have too many strong opinions that I don’t mind making clear here, but they would no doubt get me in to trouble or get me fired if I was supposed to be professional and unbiased.

I have talked about the importance of wheelchair access, many many times, and about how the whole world seems to not understand how disabilities work. Nothing has changed in that whole year in that respect. I’ve shared my opinion on the commercialisation and consumerism of Christmas. The page that gets me most visits is a review I wrote of Jon Richardson’s book “It’s Not Me, It’s You”, which I’m very proud of even if I do say so myself; And most recently, I’ve possibly raised awareness on the subject of Asexuality.

For me, I class all that as a promisingly productive year. Here’s to another one!

-A Failed Journalist-

Christmas Day 2010

Saturday 25 December, 2010

Well, the big day has arrived! We’ve all woken up, saw presents under the tree thanks to a Father Christmas, and stuffed ourselves silly on Christmas Turkey Dinner. Unless your day varies from traditional like mine does…

So far, we’ve woken up, we’ve ignored the Christmas tree altogether (It is up, begrudgingly so, we’re just ignoring it), waited a few hours before digging out the presents from their hiding places, swapped, had a cup of tea and a mince pie, watched A Muppet’s Christmas Carol and had a Full English Fry Up for dinner.

Then we mosey about until either the next big movie or meal, whichever comes first. In Today’s case, it was a movie in the shape of Madagascar. That was followed by my Annual Awkward Christmas Phone Call to my good friend, who for some reason, I can never think of anything to say to, and so I end up just babbling about the first things that come to my mind.

The big meal tonight will be Chicken, as we prefer it to Turkey in this house, with all of our usual trimmings, followed by Mince Pies and Christmas Pudding.

The bottom line is that I don’t like Christmas, so what does it matter if it doesn’t follow the traditional route. Some argue that that maybe Why I don’t like Christmas, that it’s so different from other people. They may have a point. But unless they actively want me to do something different, I shall stick to my traditions with my Chicken and Mince Pies.

Merry Christmas, Everyone.