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My name is CJ Cross
But, you can call me Ceej.
I've done a lot of things in my life.
I've been born, grown up, went to school ( several of them in fact) left school, spent time unemployed, got a job, learned to drive, got a car and got my licence.
I fell in love, got Married and swapped the idea of having Children with the idea of having cats. So far, this is an arrangement that works for me.
I have hobbies and interests. Some of these include:
Mucking about on Social Media
Binge Watching TV shows
My favourite things include whisky, chocolate, pasta, ice cream and Irish breakfast tea.
I've dabbled in Stand-Up-Comedy, Stage Management and making Creative Content for Youtube... all of which fell flat .. which is why I am trying to blog now.
A/N: This blog is early. Sorry for the lack of warning. I just can’t sleep and needed something to do.. Seeing as chances are .. I’ll be waking from a nap at 5pm
Time of Posting 6:17am
For the first time in forever (shhhh, no singing please — people other than myself are trying to sleep) I’m awake at stupid o’clock in the morning.
The last time this happened, was some time prior to January 9 .…But when that was.… I honestly couldn’t tell you.
So, in lieu of sleep and lack of anything better to do, I give you todays blog.
First, as always, the basics
I’m writing this on a new writing app called Writing Shed. It’s a scaled back version of something I was mucking about with a year ago called Scrivener. I only had it on a free trial so I never got to use all the features.
I found this the other day and thought I’d have a crack at it.
I’m in the process of introducing Hubby to the wonder that is Hamilton. We watched the first half of it last night and he enjoyed it immensely.
Oh, and I received two lovely Outlander themed packages from my friend Maria who I co-run the Outlander Lounge FB page with. See link below if you want to check it out. (What? A shameless plug? Noooo!)
And now I give you this weeks blog. I hope you enjoy.
Monday, January 18
The week began with me working yet another 8am-4am shift. ( I’m really getting used to getting up at 4am, honest) and it started off with the alarm-clock dying in the ass and not going off at all. Despite this we managed to get our shit together and all was well.
Thanks to my bestie H.. We got access to Disney + for a bit. Primarily to watch Hamilton and The Mandalorian.
Monday saw Scam Heughan raise his head one to many times
Tuesday, January 19
I sat down and wrote a blog entitled “5 ways to spot a Scam Heughan” If you haven’t read it, you can do so here:
Despite a few small spelling and grammar errors of my own ( Yes, I understand the irony — hence I am using Writing Shed to write this blog instead of Word) mistaking a dictionary for a thesaurus, and making call backs to a couple of uniquely Australian references, which, after a discussion with my Hubby, I realised some folks may not have entirely understood — it was genuinely well received and something I am rather proud of. *
Wednesday, January 20
President Orange-Face-McBaby-Man Hands and his Wife, Is-Be-Best-Even-A-Thing-Anymore pack their bags and prepare to leave the White House.
It was also my last work related coaching session with my current TM, I discovered that the song “Drivers Licence” is as boring as fuck and I began another listen of Clanlands on Audible. Oh, and one more thing…Randy Rainbow won the Internet.
Thursday, January 21
BIDEN AND HARRIS! THAT IS ALL!
At 3:30pm I had a fun PT session via Face-Time with Shani.
Our monthly box of kitty litter arrived
BERNIE SANDERS MEMES!
I have nothing further to say.
Friday, January 22
Have you ever had days where your Internet is so shit you just want to set it on fire? Well, my friends, that was me today. It was so slow and clunky I could hardly do any work or log any files.
Thankfully, my bestie H and I kept each other amused with silly Customer names. Always a lot of fun and never fails to disappoint
Saturday, January 23
My remedial massage was moved from 11:30am to 10:15 am but still managed a sleep in nonetheless.
Suffice to say today was hot.
Hubby had a guitar lesson at 4:40pm – which he thorougly enjoyed
Sunday, January 24
Time to edit this blog
Thanks for reading,
* Please note:
I am not a professional blogger. I do not own a degree or doctorate in literature. My education level is no higher than year 12 V.C.E ( Victorian Certificate of Education) and never scored high enough to enter University.
I concede that there will be spelling and grammar errors throughout – despite my best efforts to avoid them. I have no doubt that every now and then there will be a word or phrase that I will not entirely understand and may use slightly out of context.
The sole purpose of this blog is to learn how to write. Don’t worry, I have no dreams of becoming a world famous novelist or anything of that nature – I’m not that good and I never will be.
This is simply for fun and a way in which to teach myself a new skill.
What’s this? I hear you gasp in surprise…. An early update? It can’t be Sunday already can it?
Well, no. It’s not. Despite what my friends north of the equator may tell you – I am not backwards, and I do not have my days mixed up.
It’s 12:41 pm Tuesday afternoon
The weather seems determined to remain a little more on the cooler side of things and, while this remains perfect sleeping conditions for yours truly, it’s not what one would call *ideal Summer weather* you know? A top temperature of 18c does not a Summer’s day make… although, it does do a lot in keeping extreme Bushfire conditions at bay.
No. The reason for this write up is because … Well, because… a certain ‘Individual’ (I say individual as loosely as possible) keeps raising his ugly head … and I for one … am utterly sick of it!
However, before I begin – A Disclaimer:
Today’s blog is about Scams on the Internet. Especially those revolving around fake Celebrity accounts. (Or, in the case of this piece – one celebrity in particular) This blog is designed to poke fun at the faceless people BEHIND the fake Celebrity accounts and the sort of things one needs to look for in order to avoid them.
If you have truly been the victim of any kind of Fraudulent Internet Activity or Internet Scam, then I encourage you to contact Scam Watch (or local equivalent) and report it immediately.
Recently, there was a write up by a less than reputable UK publication claiming that Sam Heughan’s reaction to Woman getting scammed by people pretending to be him was… what did they say??
Despite the fact, that on average, at least twice a month, the guy posts on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram warning his fans about fake social media profiles?
This, despite saying
He would never contact you via DM’s
He would never ask you for money
He is not on Google Hangouts or WhatsApp
If the account is not verified – it’s not Him.
Please be careful and keep an eye out
I joined the Outlander Fandom in 2017 and back then, fake profiles were a problem. Even now, in the year of Our Lord 2021… In the midst of Political Upheaval, Environmental Disasters, War, Famine and a Global Pandemic … There is still some lonely, sad, jarhead, who after jerking off in the darkest corners of his Mother’s basement, still finds the time to sit down, create a fake profile and tries his luck at being Sam Heughan for a day.
And that, boys and girls, is precisely why I’m here today. I have tea. Which means you gotta sit your ass down on that damn seat because we have to talk!
If you’re dumb enough to fall for this shit?? You deserve everything you get.
*Sam* has robbed you of your life savings?
No, he hasn’t! Girl, he’s as LOADED AS FUCK!
If you even bothered to open up a dictionary at any point in the last seven years and looked up the words ‘Successful Actor and Entrepreneur under the age of 50‘- You’ll find a picture of Sam Heughan right next to them.
He doesn’t need your loose change from behind the couch for God sake! He’s fine.
It’s your money Muriel… and don’t be terrible!
Hold on to it! Use it to go on that long-awaited holiday (*cough* to Scotland *cough*- once its safe to do so, of course) buy the stray cat down the street a sparkly tiara – I don’t care … Just don’t give them your money! It’s not worth the heartache or the debt
*Sam* wants to run away with you and live happily ever after.
Not now. Not ever. You would have to be monumentally daft to even believe such a thing!
There’s no need to contemplate leaving your long-suffering Husband (who, by the way, puts up with your Outlander obsession- often without saying a word) for Sam …. Because IT’S NOT HIM YOU IDIOT!! And even if it was … He wouldn’t touch you with a 10FT barge pole… and why??
Well, I could be mean and I could say it’s because you’re not young, American, blonde or perky… but, I won’t. Instead, I’ll simply point out – you’re Married. Stay that way. You’re on a good thing. Truly. The REAL man in your life loves you – This FAKE (remember, he’s just popped one off in his Mother’s basement) does not.
Real talk for a second.
In my real job (Yes, I have a REAL job. In Customer Service) I see people getting scammed every damn day. Over Facebook, over Ebay, over Gumtree – the lot. In 2019 alone, Australians lost over $634 million dollars to scammers. Credit cards, bank accounts, dishonest folks, pyramid schemes – the list goes on. The elderly, the vulnerable, those where English is not their first language and have no idea what’s happening… for these innocent people – my heart goes out to them. It really does. When someone loses their home, their life savings, everything they’ve worked their entire life for; to a low life, degenerate, deceptive piece of trash… Then my wish for them is that …at some point in time, while that low life is taking a wee jobbie** in a public toilet – they’re struck by lightning in the genitals and in turn it sets the hairs on their arse on fire and it traumatises them for life!
To everyone else …. Be careful where you decide to do your jobbies on a day out with the family. #JustSayin
But I digress.
We’ve now reached the point in this blog where I tell you EXACLTY what you need to look out for – should you come across our old mate ‘Scam Heughan’ whilst perusing the interwebs for quality Outlander content.
Scam Heughan does not EVER have the VERIFIED tick on his profile.
I hate to disappoint you, but the verified symbol is not a blue circle or a blue square or a blue dot. Nor is it a black or green check mark. None of those are correct. That’s the first thing you need to know. The second thing you need to know is it looks like this:
See? Granted, my picture is black and white – but that’s because I’m totes emo and I’ve embraced dark mode on my phone… however, in reality, the check mark looks just like that but blue! (And just so you know – this one was taken direct from Sam’s actual Twitter account. Interestingly, I have discovered since writing this blog – the verified tick mark is the same design across all Social Media platforms)
2. Scam Heughan… .err I mean … “Hueghan” can never seem to spell his own name
While most of us struggle with the correct Scottish pronunciation of the real Sam’s last name, our buddy Scam Heughan can’t even spell it correctly.
As you can see, no correct Scottish pronunciation in the world can fix that fuck up!
And speaking of fuck ups…
3. Scam Heughan CARN’T SPHELL and haz PORE GRAMMAH
Notice anything different with the above pic? No? Now, I’m no genius. Nor am I going to admit to being a hard lined spelling and grammar Nazi, but I’d like to think that at least I paid attention long enough in school to grasp the finer points of sentence structure, spacing, punctuation and when best to use it and other basic fundamental skills when it comes to being able to communicate via the written word.
Scam Heughan has absolutely no idea. In my time in this fandom, I personally have received many a poorly drafted message like this (in fact, the above pic is mine from just the other day) and all I can do is shake my head and sigh. I mean, how stupid does this idiot think we are. DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR HIM? …. Oh … wait..
4. Also…. This
If my first three points of this blog fail to convince you that what you’re dealing with is a fake – then perhaps this will convince you.
As I’ve already pointed out SAM WILL NEVER ASK YOU FOR MONEY… EVER! He doesn’t need it, and, if you’re asking Scam Heughan for a picture to prove that it’s him – and it looks similar to this – and you’re still dumb enough to fall for it – Well, I’m sorry. You’re on your own and deserve no sympathy whatsoever.
According to Google, Sam’s net worth is somewhere around the 5-million-dollar mark*
Google it yourself if you don’t believe me but at the very least, this should convince you that who you’re dealing with IS NOT the real Sam.
5. Legitimate ladies’ man!
MOVE OVER JAMES BOND!! Scam Heughan is in town and he’s about to throw back your shaken-not -stirred Martini and won’t even take the olive garnish out first!
That’s right, he’s the smooth-talking pretend Scot from his Mothers basement and he’s pulling out all stops to win you over and call you the love of his life!
Swoon as that Scottish accent with strangely Nigerian-can’t –English undertones says things like:
Are you a Outlander Fan?
I am man of leisure
Hi. How are doing fan?
I saw you on my Public Profile. You are so support of my courier. So, I reach out here. You are surprise to hear from me grate fan!
Makes your heart all a flutter, right?
I mean, me personally, it makes me want to stab myself in the face with a fork – but… Whatever.
I cannot count how many times people have been warned about this. It absolutely does my head in!
According to the Women who got done – Sam should have done more to prevent it from happening and should pin some kind of warning post to his public profiles.
Why? Why is it up to him? Hasn’t he done enough? Warned people over and over and over and over again, posting screenshots of fake accounts on his social media and telling everyone to watch out for them – for the better part of 7 years (and counting) and you’re convinced he hasn’t done enough.
What about you taking some accountability and use common sense when on the internet. If something doesn’t seem right – don’t follow through with it.
USE YER WEE HEID!
We all know who the real Sam is. He’s the guy who makes us smile when he likes or responds to a tweet.
He’s the guy that, if you’re lucky, may put your fan art or your Sassenach items in his IG stories.
Scam Heughan wouldn’t do that… Wouldn’t know how.
The real Sam Heughan has the surname almost impossible to pronounce – But at least he knows how to spell it correctly.
Don’t let Scam Heughan ruin your life. He’s a wanker in a basement with a singed arse crack and no genitals- terrified of taking a shit!
His accent is fake, his grasp of the English language is pitiful at best and he’s really not worth your time.
*This information is taken direct from Google dated December 2020.
It is by no means accurate – so do not quote me. The only ones who know exact figures are Sam and those directly responsible in managing his financial affairs.
**Jobbie: Scottish slang for shit – One of my favourite Billy Connolly words
(Credit: smshingteacups on Twitter for the thread that inspired me to write this blog and for the sign gif – name blacked out for privacy of course x)
Welcome to this week’s blog. I really appreciate you being here and reading along.
First, the basics:
Last week I said I weighed in at 100.4kgs (that’s 221.3lbs or 15.18 stone) so, I decided to do something about it.
Effective immediately – which was January 9th -the day I weighed myself, I:
Quit sugar in my tea
Quit snacking in between meals
Water become my jam
Started exercising for 20 minutes a day 6 days a week
I plan to continue this until June 9th. (See, now that it’s written down, I can’t slack off) and see how things are after that. My next weigh in is February 9th. I’m hoping there’s considerable difference then and come June… or I will be most pissed off!
Now, to the events of the week:
Monday January 11th
The day began with having to call the R.A.C.V.
As you may recall, last weekend we couldn’t get the car out of reverse gear and after calling Roadside Assist, it was determined that the automatic transmission cable snapped, and we had to get it fixed.
This meant that Hubby had the day off while I worked from home. The tow truck turned up just after Midday and took it to our local Mechanic. Thankfully it wasn’t going to take him long to fix and we were told we’d get it back in a few days. This meant that Hubby had to drag ye oldie bicycle out of retirement in order to get to work which was fine*
Tuesday January 12th
My first PT session for the year with Shani. Went rather well all things considered. Overhead weight work and bands and some light leg work to start getting strength back into them again. We talk to each other via Face Time. Being in different states now, it’s easier for both of us that way. I felt good after the session and it was nice to get back into some sort of routine after some time off.
On a sad note, that afternoon, a friend of mine farewelled his beloved fur baby Jette. She was a beautiful Alaskan Malemute and was 14 years of age. It was her time. I was looking at photos of her on his twitter recently and was happy she had a good life with my friend.
Wednesday January 13th
I’ve said it once – I’ve said it 1000 times: THE.OUTLANDER. FANDOM.DOES. NOT. TOLERATE. HATEFUL. NASTY. TROLLS!!!
Here’s the thing. There are days… and then there are DAYS where we gotta stop what we’re doing and take out the trash. On those days (with a capital D) the Outlander fandom can be found either throwing out multiple Kira Guido accounts (WHO ARE YOU KIRA AND WHY WON’T YOU GO AWAY) or getting annoyed with the obvious ELEPHANT in the room. This is run of the mill garbage and it doesn’t take long for us to breathe a huge sigh of relief when it goes away, and we all go back to our regularly scheduled Fan-Girling.
But on this day, we found ourselves sickened by someone, who FOR A JOKE, decided it was a good time to drop a ton of homophobic slurs across the Twittersphere and aim them straight at a member of the cast who is not only an Executive Producer on the show but one of its leading actors. This is a dog’s act of epic proportions and should not be tolerated by anyone – let alone someone as respected as he. Suffice to say, we all reported it for targeted harassment but, at time of writing, have yet to hear if the account has been suspended by Twitter.
Thursday January 14th
As far as Thursdays go, this one was fairly uneventful. I took care of the banking and paid a few bills (I ADULTED. OH MY GOD!) and set up a few things for the foreseeable future.
Dad came over for lunch and we made light-hearted small talk while we munched on McDonalds toasties and drank coffee.
It’s always nice to catch up with my Dad. Being retired he’s a very busy man (No, I am NOT kidding LOL!) I call him twice a week to check on him. I know he’s 81 years young, but we are still dealing with a Global Pandemic (he’s been tested twice and twice come back negative) and I just want to make sure he’s OK.
Y’know, dutiful Daughter and all that *Laughs*
We also got the car back. So that was a bonus.
Friday 15th January
By this point I was running more or less on metaphorical vapour fumes…. of adrenaline long since passed and couldn’t deal with social media anymore. I felt like I was in a wading in a brain fog and everything began to blur together. I needed a break. I struggled through my working day (Working 8am -4pm this week) and felt like bursting into tears.
I took some time away from the twitter bird and commenced operation defrag my brain. Side note: This is very difficult when you’re dealing with not having a drink for a week.
Saturday 16th January / Sunday 17th January
Saturday saw me back at the Chiropractor for my weekly session and Hubby do some housework and have a guitar lesson. We also watched a movie called “Over the Wire” on Netflix and it had one of the most disappointing endings we’ve ever seen.
Today, I’ve called Dad, Hubby ran the errands and did all the things and then went on a bike ride.
And, on that note, dear reader…. It is 4:56pm and about time I posted this blog
Thanks for reading,
Hubby has decided to ride to work where possible or go bike riding on weekends now – which is lovely
At time of writing, I weigh approximately 100.4 kgs. (Or, for those in the Northern Hemisphere, that’s either 221.3lbs or 15.81 stone) As you can see, I spent a lot of the last year stress/ comfort eating. Likewise, with wine… or anything with an alcoholic content really. If I’m perfectly honest, despite all the good things I briefly touched on in last week’s blog, 2020 was a write off from pretty much the get go. A giant enormous train wreck that was not only waiting to happen – but happened right before our eyes …before any of us had any idea as to what was truly going on.
When the clock struck Midnight (albeit quietly and from the safety of our own homes), despite Covid-19 still being a thing (and not magically disappeared as some conspiracy theorists would have us believe) the world collectively breathed a sigh of relief. The worst of it was behind us. The orange faced Cheeto was no longer going to be President, vaccines were going to be rolled out and everything was coming up Millhouse.
So, without further ado- I give you my week in review.
Monday January 4th
I went back to work.
Well, when I say I went back to work … I mean, I went back to Work from Home.
While I admit, the never-ending hours of data entry correction and emails is doing my head in, I am grateful that I still get to do it from the comfort of my own home.
After suffering a rather nasty fall on New Year’s Eve (In the middle of the day, people, sheesh!) I’m hoping that WFH continues to be a thing this year. It’s so much easier for me to do my job and I’ve taken less time off as a result.
Tuesday January 5th
My first Myo-therapy session for the year – and it was wonderful. So relaxing. Especially since my fall had left me pretty banged up. As a result of that fall, I had a huge, dark welt just below my left hip – that almost looked like a figure eight- and when I tell you it hurt like a son-of -a … You better believe it. I had also bruised the bone on my right wrist- which left an ugly yellow bruise that almost covered my entire arm – below my elbow. Which was not fun.
Hubby had the day off with me – so that was nice. He took me to my appointment, and we spent the rest of the day watching ‘The Punisher’ on Netflix. Not a bad show all things considered. A bit dark in places, but then, it is based on a Comic book which in itself was quite dark (or that’s what I’ve been told, having not known of The Punishers existence until right this very moment in time)
Wednesday January 6th
For most people, this day would be the calm before the storm. For me, it was just another average working day. My shift was 9:30am -5:30pm. Not ideal but, given that we’re still working from home, I couldn’t complain.
Speaking of which, the state of Victoria has cases of Covid -19 again. We’ve gone hard lockdown border closures with other states (Looking at you, NSW) made masks mandatory again for both indoor and outdoor settings and reduced compacity numbers at public events and reduced the number of visitors to people’s homes. At this point were at 38 confirmed cases – a combination of both in quarantine and community transmission and Health Authorities are concerned – especially since the news of the newer, more dangerous strain of Covid from the UK and South Africa.
Having not left my house for anything really significant in almost a year, while I am concerned, I am not too worried as I know both my Husband and I do everything possible to keep ourselves safe.
At this point I am recovering well from my fall – so I begin my own version of MPC 2021 #PeakStreak and start by doing 20 mins a day on my rower bike
Thursday January 7th
When I tell you I said, “What the fuck is going on, America?” at roughly 7:30am AEST ..
There was mayhem, chaos, fear, uncertainty, anger and tears. Across every single one of my Social Media Platforms. I sat stunned as thousands of apparent Qanon, Antifa, conspiracy theorists and Donald Trump supporters lost their preverbal minds and stormed The Capitol Building- which, if am correct, is a symbol of Democracy and Law and Order for the United States. I saw pictures of them trashing the foyer, proudly bragging about their right to be there while putting their feet up on the desk of elected Government Officials and … who the hell was that weird Jamiroquai guy???
It was insane and complete and utter madness. The first thing I did, was reach out to my fellow American Peaker’s and offer them a virtual hug. Most of them, in fact all of them were accepting and grateful – surprised that someone outside the USA actually gave a shit and were concerned for their welfare. Naturally, it didn’t take long for a Trumpster to turn, what was a compassionate post into a political shit show -which meant Admin had to swing the anvil and delete the post. While it *could* be argued that there was evidence of picking a side – in this instance … In order to keep the peace, I shall simply say, I have learnt my lesson and will go back to lurking and liking the occasional post. **
Hubby also spent the day with me. It was very low key, ( and when I say low key I meant that hubby did all the things and then some first) and we continued watching The Punisher
Friday January 8th
First, the good news. It was my friend Alissa’s Birthday!
The rest of my day was taken up with work, more of what was happening in the United States and my never ending (tiresome) battle with acid reflux. For the better part of a year (Let’s be honest, it more or less is) It’s gotten to the point where it wakes me up in the middle of the night and I’m often choking on it. It burns my sinus and my throat and makes my eyes water- generally it’s an all-round unpleasant experience for me.
Recently, it’s gotten worse. So much so in fact, that I am now vomiting in my sleep. Thankfully, the last few times it’s happened, I’ve woken up and tried to clean up the mess. Although, trying to do such a thing in the middle of the night is nothing sure than a science experiment gone wrong and I end up making more of a mess than when I started. Gaviscon has become my new best friend. I’m not sure what’s causing it, but I’ll keep you updated.
Saturday January 9th / Sunday January 10th
My Father-in-law turned 72. Hurrah!
Outside of that, I had a Chiropractic appointment that morning and Hubby went and did the grocery shopping
Shortly after arriving home something in the Car transmission (it’s an automatic) went ta-ta’s and left the car stuck in reverse gear.
To make us feel better -Hubby made homemade Tuna patties and made them into burgers with pineapple and mozzarella cheese. They were delicious and now I have something healthy for lunch this week. Which is a bonus!
Speaking of going healthy, I have also committed myself to six months of not drinking. Think of it as my MPC ‘Non-Physical Challenge’ for the year. Truth be told, I had promised my bestie that I’d start when she did – on the 4th… but Aunty Flo came to visit, and I decided there was no way I was going to quit while she was hell bent on destroying my uterus.
Currently on day two. I have till June 9th
My hope is that over the next six months my health shall improve, and I would have lost somewhere between 15-20kgs (or between 33-44lbs or 3 stone) ***
The RACV man also came and helped us with the Car problem. Didn’t cost anything – so that was a relief. Yay for roadside assist!
Which brings us here, to the end of this week’s blog. It’s currently 4:40pm Sunday afternoon. If I’m too get this up before the 5pm cut off, then I best end it here.
Until next week
Thank you so much for reading
** There were two. One has since DM’d me an apology and told me that they had no right to ruin my post with their political affiliations. As for the other? Not a word.
*** I am taking the conversions of weight direct from Google. I can only hope I’m right.
Naturally, when one is awake at *checks time* 3:30am, one does what one normally does. She decides to write a blog.
This is, of course, after weeks and weeks and weeks of not writing a damn thing due to not having much to say – but now, while one is forcibly awake due to suffering the worst bout of Hay Fever she’s had in 5 years ( and whilst getting over the worst bout of Cellulitis she’s had in 3 years) it’s the perfect time to open ones brain and empty out the trash … er I mean contents … thoughts …. Oh, whatever, it’s too early and I’m doing this with no caffeine so give me a break!
Where to start? Firstly, it’s October. Yes, I know. There’s no need to remind me. Second, here’s a quick recap to catch you up:
Since June I’ve suffered Sciatica, a torn muscle in my back and dealt with cellulitis and hay fever
Victoria is STILL under lockdown measures – although some restrictions have been lifted. We’re to find out more on Oct 19th
I’m still working from home. (In between bouts of everything) and I am hoping to continue to do so into 2021
I’ve watched a ton of stuff on Netflix.
My Iso-Ass weighs in at approximately 3 tonnes. I am hoping by Jan 2021 we can all begin anew, and I can get rid of it
I’ve done a lot of online shopping. So far, a tee-shirt I ordered back in August is the only thing that’s disappeared into the ether. I will be surprised if I see it by Christmas Time
There’s been a fuck-ton and I mean a fuck-ton of OL fandom stuff going on
Hubby and I celebrated our 14th Wedding Anniversary
Miss Floof turned 4
I’ve had issues with both my Internet Provider and my Electricity Provider
I’ve still yet to do my taxes
Overall, 2020 can still suck a ginormous bag of hairy dicks and the sooner it goes into the bin the better (For reasons that are not either OL fandom related or any nice things that have happened)
There. That’s about it
I really should write more. This much is true. But, after being in a state of lockdown since March and not really gone anywhere or done anything … I really don’t have anything of any significance to say
Oh alright. Shut up. I know. But I’m back now and that’s all that matters.
Speaking of backs – at time of writing, mine is completely ruined. I’ve not seen my Chiropractor or my massage therapist for almost 8 weeks. For most of this week I have been suffering from either a pulled muscle or pinched nerve in my back.
Whenever I sneeze or cough it hurts. When I take a breath in, it hurts. I turn to the left it hurts. Sometimes I twitch (which happens a lot thanks to my other on-going medical conditions) and I spasm for a good 10-15 seconds and struggle to breathe. This has been my lot since last Tuesday – after I did a slow and steady pace on my rower. I stood up, after I finished and then… Hello agony. I am on a dose of fairly hefty pain killers – but if it doesn’t settle properly soon – another visit to the doctor will be on the cards.
However, the reason for this blog (after an absence of around a month and a half, I’m going to give you a brief rundown of what’s been happening in my life
I finally healed from Sciatica after dealing with it for 8 weeks
All of my much-needed medical appointments that keep me functioning on a regular basis – have been pushed back till further notice – with the exception of PT – which I have been able to do from home via Tele-health.
This week marked 14 years Married for Hubby and me. We celebrated by eating freshly made salad rolls and drinking a bottle of wine in the back yard.
We’ve watched a ton of stuff on Netflix and Amazon Prime. We’ve watched Snowpiercer, Lucifer, the art of lying, Back to the Future III and a whole lot of other shows. Which has been great.
There has been so much Outlander content!!
The 4-part Outlander ‘End of Summer Series’ (I got to ask Sam and Cait a question for that! So happy)
I did an IG live with my friend Maria from CoSH
All of the M.I.K and CLANLANDS goings on
Cait’s soon to be released Forget Me Not Gin
Cait’s book club
Sam winning a Golden Derby award for his performance in Outlander
Riks Photo exhibition. (With the money that was raised from it going to support his fellow actors in the industry)
The continuous outpouring of talent across the fandom.
Speaking of the Fandom…. There’s been a few instances of late that have truly rubbed me the wrong way. At first, I wasn’t going to talk about it. But recent events have left me no other choice but to talk about it.
From the top:
If you’re here, you’re part of the fandom. You’re here because you fell in love with the books or TV show (or both) known as Outlander. On the surface, we’re one of the most supportive fandoms out there – but, if you’ve been here a long time – You tend to notice subtle shifts when things change – and more often than not – It’s not a very positive experience.
Our (not so) friendly neighbourhood troll returns
Our friendly Neighbourhood troll is back. That’s right. Taylor (Or Taj-meh-nope as I call her) is back and desperately trying to become the centre of Sam Heughan’s attention, by pointing out how someone she’s targeted for bullying and harassment, is somehow Sexually Objectifying him by way of making Memes.
(Oh, and if you wish, you can read my personal encounter with the troll queen – you can do so here:
I knew it wouldn’t take you long to clue in. You know exactly who I’m talking about don’t you? Anyway, Taj-Meh-Nope is, well, trying. Trying everyone’s patience mostly, but she’s still trying. Never mind the fact the person she’s trolling has met Sam in person at NOLA. Never mind the fact Sam himself approves of the memes and loves them and never mind that to this very day Sam keeps in touch with the person we’re talking about on a fairly regular basis. Taj-Meh-Nope insists she’s doing the fandom a service by being the ultimate school yard ‘tattle tale’ by telling Sam what she thinks. It’s laughable really. I mean, it’s bad enough Taj hates on Cait on a regular basis (and makes no secret of it either if you’ve read my blog) but to sink the boot into someone so nice and supportive is just despicable behaviour.
Speaking of which, there’s been a noticeable shift in this fandom regarding the lead actors of the show. On the surface, this is nothing new. We still love them -it’s just that, depending on the day, one of them may get more support than the other due to whatever announcement they make or project they’re working on or in conjunction with.
However, in the year of our lord 2020 (and in so continuing with the ongoing theme that this year sucks) there is a new breed of fan among us. Two actually.
Until recently, I thought these kinds of people only lived in the deepest, darkest corners of Tumblr. (You know the type. They make a big song and dance about how the OL fandom isn’t the place for them anymore – but they don’t really leave.)
It turns out I was wrong.
They’re on twitter as well.
Shades are those within the fandom who have become a STAN account for one of the leading actors (only) for the sole purpose of using their newfound STAN status to be mean and nasty about the other.
It’s funny, because they will disappear away from twitter for a while ( usually after a shot of fandom drama involving one of the lead actors) and suddenly there they are – Their account has had a complete overhaul and they claim to all who cares (to listen) that they are now a stand-alone STAN account for *insert actors name here* from now on and that’s the end of it.
Meanwhile, real stans are standing around, scratching their heads in confusion and are like “Hi, listen, why are you reverse parking your clown car into our lane? Do you realise you and your ridiculous looking automobile are holding up traffic?”
They see you; you fool!
We all see you! We see you cackling like banshees in your corner. Being all spiteful and mean about the one that only a few short months ago, you would, if given the opportunity, kissed their ass.
Makes you worse than a troll to be honest. And that’s saying something.
“Praising Private lifers”
Thankfully, these fans were a flash in the pan for about 15 minutes but still worthy of a mention (albeit brief)
These guys went out of their way to sing the praises of those Sam and Cait associated with in their private lives – thinking that those in that circle were all that and a bag of chips.
As everyone knows, private lives are never discussed and to do so shows a severe lack of respect for their privacy. I think we can all agree on that and leave it there. Cool?