tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33558252011-09-12T15:32:44.299ZChapeaubienA window into my mind. Don't worry, you can close the curtains any time.Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-1139175822776028052006-02-05T21:43:00.000Z2006-02-05T21:43:42.790Zwugga wugga wugga beepJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-1091347540535661902004-08-01T08:03:00.000Z2004-08-01T08:05:40.536Z
Currently Reading
Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction by Kurt Vonnegut
The Subtle Knife (His Dark Materials, Book 2) By Philip Pullman
Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-1090505729653683592004-07-22T14:13:00.000Z2004-07-22T14:15:29.653ZThe
Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-1089669571872362782004-07-12T21:59:00.000Z2004-07-12T21:59:31.873ZThe University of BloggingPresents tochapeaubienAn HonoraryBachelor ofBabblingMajoring inPsychotic RantingSignedDr. GoQuiz.com®Username:
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Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-766939272002-05-18T14:25:00.000Z2002-05-18T14:27:15.000ZYour guilty secret’s safe with Blog-a-matic
I have this, er, friend who blogs. Or rather, who has a blog but doesn’t keep it current because she, uh, doesn’t have the time.
It suddenly occurred to me that she can’t be the only one. So why don’t I (and my even more talented friends who write) start a Blog-a-matic service that will keep their blog current – for a small fee?
Put an end to those Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-766936452002-05-18T14:10:00.000Z2002-05-18T14:10:04.290ZLife in Little Boxes
You could be excused for thinking I was bragging about my property empire again. How wrong you would be.
See previous posts about commuting between houses. I have gone back to doing that, with the added excitement of doing a different job in each place I am living.
Three days a week I’m out supporting the crimefightin’ guys and gals of the Forest Division of Sussex Police Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-763775972002-05-10T01:26:00.000Z2002-05-10T02:21:01.000ZAnd another thing
It is a truth universally to be acknowledged....that I and many of my friends have spent the last few years looking for work.
See They Won’t Buy The Cow, by my sister-in-law/friend/mentor/nemesis Elaine (link thoughtfully provided to the right. Yeah. Right there.). See Eric’s Squished Frog blog. (Whaddya mean, is there a link? Am I not your friend?)
Now, we know we can do Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-763718652002-05-09T22:47:00.000Z2002-05-09T22:54:00.000ZA Plague on Both My Houses
OK, so. Here I am with two houses: double-un-homeless, as it were.
Friends, either you are closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge, or you are unaware of the calibre of disaster indicated by the presence of ........ (and a prize for the one who pinpoints the source of that quotation. No, Lauren, not you. Or you, Dad. That wouldn’t be fair. LetJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-758655492002-04-26T23:14:00.000Z2002-04-26T23:14:20.900ZVarious friends, bloggers, countrymen will all bend your ears about the piles of steaming ordure their lives become when they have to commute. As one familiar with the unhygienic, uninspiring, unpunctual and now unsafe British train system, I couldn’t agree more.
My commuting experience was short and, as these things go, not too bad. It was in the summer. I had a compartment of agreeable people Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-757419052002-04-23T22:03:00.000Z2002-04-26T23:19:41.000ZMy husband is English. He hails from the thriving metropolis that is England’s second city, Birmingham. I met him there in 1979 when I was but newly arrived from a stint in the West Indies and after a bit of that "I think I like her -- I know I like him" minuet, he asked me to the theatre. I accepted with alacrity and was whisked off to see Edward Woodward as MacHeath in The Threepenny Opera at Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-111198122002-03-26T01:41:00.000Z2002-03-26T01:41:33.980ZThe sun is up/the sky is blue
I'm blogging now/And so should you......Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-109295942002-03-20T13:18:00.000Z2002-03-20T13:18:23.273ZDear God, I feel as though I have woken up after a long sleep. Rip van Blogger, that would be me.
I haven't come clean on this before, but I work as a tourist guide all over the South of England. This is categorically the best job in the world. I get to spend my working life either in my own very comfortable car, or in places of remarkable beauty and historical association. My clients are Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-103854662002-03-05T00:38:00.000Z2002-03-05T01:08:31.000ZName them, don’t shame them
Jan Hatwell’s rules for happy children (or at least, children spared a certain brand of misery).
So you’re going to have a baby. Congratulations! I’m delighted for you. The moment you announce the happy news, everyone will want to know what you intend to name your baby. As you near the day of your child’s birth, consider the person you are carrying and take a few Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-101311752002-02-26T04:37:00.000Z2002-02-27T10:57:32.000ZJust call me "Dear Chap"
I’ve been spending an awful lot of time lately spelling my email address to my ISP. As empty activities go, that pretty well tops my list. But the last time I did it, one of the technical support people shocked me by actually evincing interest and wondering how on earth I came up with chapeaubien. It’s a tale I thought I’d share.
My last name is Hat (Chapeau) well (bienJanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-100989352002-02-25T12:12:00.000Z2002-02-25T12:12:32.890ZMartha Stewart: Girl, You Done Me Wrong
Moving into a new house, apartment, igloo, yurt or tent ranks as one of life’s more stressful experiences.
Aromatherapy’s raison d’etre is to reduce stress.
The sympathy and concern of one’s family and friends goes a long way towards helping, too. (Stick with me, here.)
1999 saw me squeezing my (yes, you’re right – far too numerous) possessions into a Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3355825.post-100799052002-02-24T23:28:00.000Z2002-02-24T23:56:23.000ZFaced with a blank page demanding my first blog, I feel unaccountably shy. It won't last.Janhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157772996523957115noreply@blogger.com