Useless, utterly useless

*Uhng* I hate being useless.
Friend of mine's having a kinda' crappy time at the moment and I feel like I should say something comforting or reassuring or helpful. I don't want to leave it dangling, I want to say something but I just don't know how.
I don't know what to say that won't sound flippant... or sound patronising... or rub someone up the wrong way.
I have no experience in this field. Nothing but my opinions to draw from and nothing to say that I've not said before at some point along the line. What kind of options does that leave you with? "I'm sorry things suck, here, have a humbug..."
Well-meaning condolances and pleasant flippantries are just... exactly like they sound. Nice but ultimately empty. The kind of things you say to someone you don't really know that well.
I'd like to be able to say something useful, give some advice that would maybe help... but I have no advice to give. I don't have a solution, I don't even have a wild theoretical solution that could at the very least maybe raise a smile.
I'm keeping myself quiet at the moment and saying nothing because I honest to God have no idea what to say.
And man, do I ever hate that...


On top of that I also have evil cramps >.< *cusses a very vivid blue streak* Don't happen often but when it does... Grrrrr...Damn stupid gender.

Invader Bob and Pilchard, the Intergalactic Space Kitty

JR's sister Libby is coming down again today. She's dropping off her car so Andy can try and get it though its MOT.
Her boyfriend and the kids are already here. Libby will be down when she's finished at work and then get a lift back with them. It's all dead exciting stuff as you can tell.
Mum's entered into hospitality frenzy though. There is the single biggest mountain of roast potatoes I have ever seen sitting in the oven. It's almost up there with our "cooking for 14" New Years dinners. There's only 5 of us for lunch... well, and 2 kids, but they don't eat much usually.
She dragged me downstairs to make dumplings for the stew as well cause apparently she can't make them. I keep telling her, I just follow the recipie but like I said, she's gone into hospitality frenzy and can't physically listen to reason any more. It's like a religious experience and making her own dumplings is against her faith... ^__^
So, we can't complain about being hungry today... a field of spuds, stew, dumplings, veggies as far as the eye can see and I have the sinking feeling that there's pie for afters...
I thought she was making a macaroni cheese for lunch, but apparently she changed her mind. O_o
I can feel my stomach exploding in anticipation as we speak ^^;; I usually only ever eat that much stew dinner when I've been cooking it myself and have been having fun times doing my Keith Floyd impression and finishing off the red wine that was supposed to go in with the beef...
"Just a little slurp... mm, lovely... then we put in the beef and, mm, just another slurp, then it's time to add the wine... let's just have a quick slurp of that one... ooh, that's nice... too nice to waste, just put in a little so we can have a slurp of that later on..."

*kaff*

Man, all that talk of food has made me hungry... wonder how long it'll be till it's all cooked?
I'm guessing another hour or so cause the roast tatties have only just gone in.



Oh, I know. I can distract myself by making new LJ icons! *Glomps Dekie* ^_____^

*bounce bounce*

No post really, I just love this icon... XD

Ahhh, a nice shower...

I feel much more human now, after some food and hurling myself through the shower.
It's been a sticky day, not aided in the slightest by mum's decision to put up net curtains all over the house, dragging John and I into the lovely, gammy, sweaty task of drilling holes round all the windows in the blazing midday sun.
Mmm... lovely...
Net curtains... I swear she's turning into my granny. She'll get the compulsive urge to rearrange all the furniture every 6 weeks next, you just wait.

She's still on her spring cleaning kick though, and I fear my room will shortly be her next target. She already cleaned my windowsill and got rid of all the gammy stuff that had accumulated there through the condensation problems this room suffers from.
I miss my fuzz...
She KILLED my lovely, friendly, long-cultivated green fuzz that grew between the bottles that are now no longer allowed to be kept on the windowsill because they keep growing fuzz...
It's like losing a pet in its own warped little way.


Meta's trying to persuade me to be a part of this writing project he's attempting to organise. Basically it involves taking a Marvel X-title and re-writing it form the start, but doing it in regular doses... sorta' like Ulti I guess, but fan-written.
I'm not totally convinced I have the time, though I could be kinda' fun to have a stab at Origins and try not to make the ending so cheesy...
I said I'd think it over, but I have so many ongoing projects happening and it takes me SO long to write anyhting I'm satisfied with, I'm not sure it'd really work. I mean, it sounds like kind of a fun project an' all... and I guess at least Origins was SHORT... not like tackling one of the core titles cause... wow... Just slightly a huge gigantic amount of work there.
Then again, I don't know if I'd be able to resist the temptation to throw copious amountd of smut in there either. ~_^
It's a compulsion, I tell you