All posts tagged: random

Family Traits

I have really long, slightly bent fingers. According to certain family members, this is a Swinnerton trait. My sister on the other hand, hehe, pun not intended but anyway, has hands from my dad’s side of the family. She is Forrester hands. This means one thumb stubbier than the other (not that you can be sure with my dad since he chopped the end of one off) and a middle finger the same length as the two beside it. She’s lucky. Some of dad’s relatives have this on both hands and on both feet aswell. I have it sort of, but only on one of my toes. I posted this photo on facebook yesterday, and one of my friends commented that despite knowing me for quite a while she’d never realised how long my fingers were. It started me thinking about how much of our family we carry around in ourselves that our friends put catagories as ‘us’. A five foot nothing I take after my Granny Kitty more than my mother. Yet every time …

Line Please

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.” I do not know why it is called “Golden” since it appears to have been written by men with mouths of iron and hearts of lead. This is Diarmaid MacCulloch quoting ‘De causis corruptarum artium’. That’s what happens when you ask someone to pick up the nearest books and they’re half way through researching the 1549 South West Rebellion in England. I suppose it’s rather pretty but I’ve no idea how I’m supposed to use it to write a post. I’ll try again, Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys: … Trust me to pick up a book where page eighty-two is completely blank. Well, one last attempt. Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant The Faceless Ones: She wasn’t, in Valkyrie’s opinion, all there.” Ah, Valkyrie Cain, one of my all time favourite characters by one of my all time favourite authors talking about another character that I simply adore. Clarabelle. Clarabelle is the definition of “away with the fairies”, but she is one of the sweetest, most accepting …

Rebels, Plots and Spies

Calling all NaNoWriMo fantasy writers out there! Are you ready for November yet? How’s your world-building going? Have you got those factions sorted out yet? What about races? Are you going to have any? Will there be friction between them? Who’s ruling your world? Is there more than one ruler? Do they get along? Are there wars? Who’s winning? Why are they fighting? Does one side thing they’re fighting because of one issue and does the other side think their fighting because of something completely different? Wait! Are there more than two sides even? Dear flubberworts, writing a fantasy-fiction novel can be confusing. For those of you who haven’t checked out the about page I’ll let you in on a secret  well known fact about me. I love my history. Especially medieval and early modern Europe. Anything under two hundred years old can suck it, you’re too young and I’m just not that into you. But I digress. My point is, history is awesome and if you have any sort of background studying history in …

NaNoWriMo And A New Mug

It’s only two days until NaNoWriMo starts and once again I’ve decided to ignore the fact that life is crazy, hectic and more than a little stressful and still sign myself up to write 50,000 words in one month. WHY PEOPLE! WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? On the plus side of things I have a cool new mug to add to my mug collection.

At The Bottom Of The Bottle

He turned vodka shots into binoculars, drawing chardonnay mountains from bottles and rum seas across napkins with whisky paths half hidden behind liquor boats bobbing along like corks while their captains sang shanties and their crews threw out sails, white, crisp and smelling of salt lime and tequila.

Farm Archaeology

I seem to be starting my own mini-archive and I’m blaming my father for it. Well perhaps I shouldn’t be using the word blame, I actually love how interested my father gets in things from the past, but the issue is that I seem to take this love to another level and now I seem to be using the archivist skills from one year at my university archive to put together my own personal one. Do you remember the spoon? No? Well here: If you give it a click it will take you to the relevant ramble about my childhood obsession with digging. [I thought I was an archaeologist so read that as digging with intent. I wasn’t just digging some random hole, despite what the results may look like these days.] Anyway, I’ve gone off topic just as I always do, time to get back to the inspiration for this specific post. [Originally I was going to write about St. Swinthun’s Day and things my Grandad says but then I found out that St. …

Dangerous Sleeper

Have you ever elbowed someone in the throat while you slept? In my defence, I was aiming to elbow an extremely, infuriating housemate in the ribs, it just so happened that I was dreaming and my boyfriend rolled over to see what I was mutter about. (I talk in my sleep.) Hence elbow in the throat and a very, surreal wakeup. I can’t even claim that this was a one time affair. Both my boyfriend and I are quite active sleepers, rolling over, shifting about and blurting out random comments while we sleep. I wake up to find he’s rolled over and pinned me in my sleep, the other night I got kneed in the but and he’s always informing me of the various punches and elbows that I supposedly sent his way as I tossed and turned in the night. (Somehow sliding half-way down the bed is also a common occurrence with me. It really confuses him.) I’m not sure what I chatter on about in my sleep, but I’ll leave you with a …

Week Late Valentine’s

My boyfriend and I have just hit the eight month mark, and this year was the first time I was going to get to see Valentine’s Day from within a relationship. So of course, sod’s law decided to shove it’s size thirteen boots into my life. Boyfriend pulled something in the back of his knee, (didn’t say how), and I was hobbling about on a dodgy toe. What’s more, the film that I wanted to see only came out in America on the 14th, not the U.K. Hence Valentine’s a week later when the film did come on in the U.K and we could actually go see it. I argued with online booking, I argued with three pairs of shoes and I forgot to pick up my gloves but we made it to the film! Success. Despite the online advice that high demand for the film might mean tickets were in short supply the theatre was pretty much empty. There was boyfriend and I, and two other couples. Six of us in total to watch …

Replying to Comments

I doubt there is a single blogger who doesn’t do some sort of mental fist pump (or even physical fist pump) when they see the little comment icon highlighting in their notifications. I’ve found a problem though. How do you respond? These days most of my replies to comments are “thank you” or “I’ll take that into consideration.” I really struggle to find a way to make my response hold more weight since saying thank you does seem to lose some of  the meaning after a while, just as repeating any word over and over does. So what do the rest of you bloggers out there think? How do you mix it up on the comment front?