Yet another New Years Round up
Hey Kids
It's that time of the year again where your favourite MudCrab logs onto LJ for the first time in months and tries to sum up everything that has happened in the last 12 months.
So... 2016... Yeah it was alright.
I come out of the year with a strange sense of, well, average. Not a bad year. Not an awful one. I got a good block of work the second half of the year. Okay, the job was/is rubbish and I can feel my CV get stupidier every day, but the money has been good. Even managed to save some of it. (Some being a relative word on the global scale of life.) The rest of it I spent on wine women and song.
So... Yeah. Still much the same. Still a 'Nice Guy' who is probably going to die alone, but fondly remembered. Hmmm... yeah... Sometimes that sort of thing really bugs me. Sometimes I look at my sink filled with the great unwashed and understand why more people don't come over.
So... what to do? 2017? Moral problem with work. Stay on this dead end but well paying contract gig and take the money or get out and try and get my professional ethics back? Dunno. If this strings out to mid year I could save enough to swing another overseas holiday. World Con 2017?
Writing? Yeah, probably should do more of that.
Fitness? Yeah. Seriously. Yeah. Getting a BIG FAT BELLY!
Need to cure that. Let myself go since mid year. Gone out two belt holes. Not good. Strange thing was a month or so ago I was out and made the observation to some girls that I was with that I was getting 'wobbly'. One of them then made a major effort to convince me this was nothing, completely natural and nothing to worry about.
Ummm... thanks for lying sweetie.
So, big plans for the new year. Say no to coke. Say no to carbs. Say no to, ummm, other things I need to say no to. Going to drop 6 kilos and get totally ripped. Yeah baby!
So that's the plan. Get ripped. Get lean. Get fit. And then...
Dunno.
So yeah, sort of sums up my 2016. Wasn't a bad year all up, just nothing really to go and sing about. I had some fun. I had some sulks. I had some good days and I had some where I was in some serious pain because that is what happens to old people who want to keep playing sport with kids 15 or more years younger than you.
Oh well, anyway, 6 hours to go. My last effort for the year will be to make sure I see the new year with an empty and clean sink... even if I have to throw everything I own out in the rubbish first :P
It's that time of the year again where your favourite MudCrab logs onto LJ for the first time in months and tries to sum up everything that has happened in the last 12 months.
So... 2016... Yeah it was alright.
I come out of the year with a strange sense of, well, average. Not a bad year. Not an awful one. I got a good block of work the second half of the year. Okay, the job was/is rubbish and I can feel my CV get stupidier every day, but the money has been good. Even managed to save some of it. (Some being a relative word on the global scale of life.) The rest of it I spent on wine women and song.
So... Yeah. Still much the same. Still a 'Nice Guy' who is probably going to die alone, but fondly remembered. Hmmm... yeah... Sometimes that sort of thing really bugs me. Sometimes I look at my sink filled with the great unwashed and understand why more people don't come over.
So... what to do? 2017? Moral problem with work. Stay on this dead end but well paying contract gig and take the money or get out and try and get my professional ethics back? Dunno. If this strings out to mid year I could save enough to swing another overseas holiday. World Con 2017?
Writing? Yeah, probably should do more of that.
Fitness? Yeah. Seriously. Yeah. Getting a BIG FAT BELLY!
Need to cure that. Let myself go since mid year. Gone out two belt holes. Not good. Strange thing was a month or so ago I was out and made the observation to some girls that I was with that I was getting 'wobbly'. One of them then made a major effort to convince me this was nothing, completely natural and nothing to worry about.
Ummm... thanks for lying sweetie.
So, big plans for the new year. Say no to coke. Say no to carbs. Say no to, ummm, other things I need to say no to. Going to drop 6 kilos and get totally ripped. Yeah baby!
So that's the plan. Get ripped. Get lean. Get fit. And then...
Dunno.
So yeah, sort of sums up my 2016. Wasn't a bad year all up, just nothing really to go and sing about. I had some fun. I had some sulks. I had some good days and I had some where I was in some serious pain because that is what happens to old people who want to keep playing sport with kids 15 or more years younger than you.
Oh well, anyway, 6 hours to go. My last effort for the year will be to make sure I see the new year with an empty and clean sink... even if I have to throw everything I own out in the rubbish first :P