shewho: (cartoon face)
Who'd like an internet quizzy meme then? Stolen from THE WORLD.

Ah g'wan, I'm bored, it's Friday, indulge me, etc etc.... )
shewho: (cartoon face)
Who'd like an internet quizzy meme then? Stolen from THE WORLD.

Ah g'wan, I'm bored, it's Friday, indulge me, etc etc.... )
shewho: (cheese!)
Dream News
The dreaming subconscious is brilliant, isn’t it? Last night, my brain realised I was sprawled across the bed in an unusual spread-eagled fashion, and that I’d wake up all stiff and sore. Instead of calmly moving / waking me, it sent me a dream in which I was an Asian male* and going parachuting. However, my ‘chute failed to open, and I sped towards the earth** and smashed into it, landing in a (you’ve guessed it) bizarrely spread-eagled fashion - exactly the same as I was actually lying in. People tried to move my legs, but they were stuck and painful. And thus I woke up, and curled into my typical foetal sleeping pose, before nodding off again.

Woke up again as D came home***, only to drift off into a dream about watching Drugstore live, with Thom Yorke playing guitar and not singing (??) to El Presidente. Dream only notable for Isabelle Drugstore looking not like herself but my friend TM’s mother, and a lot of crowd walk-outs, causing a Thom Yorke rant, and a sensible audience heckle.

~~~

Diary News
Last night, an early repast of strange tapas creatures (the cheese based things are best. Cheese, posh ham and quince jelly ftw!) and a chat with [livejournal.com profile] green_badger****. Home in time for ER, how reasonable! Anyway ER, bleak bleak bleak. Although if you overload ALL the main characters with the bleak***** like that it detracts from every single storyline you peons. Cuh.

PW2 News
On the way home I discovered that the prime time to play Phoenix Wright is whilst on a train or a Victoria Line tube to Walthamstow, after at least half a bottle of wine. I’m not sure if it’s because of these journeys being particularly conducive to gameplay, whether I’ve just coincidentally just got to a bunch of dialogue each time and am not really *doing* anything, whether wine increases my clever reasoning, or, most likely, whether being a teeny bit inebriated makes me as stupid as stupid Phoenix Wright. Edgeworth is still hot, despite my theory that makes him the super bad guy. Almost finished too.

~~~

Gig News
Feist is playing tonight. I wish I’d known about this earlier. Still, Herman Dune tomorrow!

~~~

Internet Sheep News
I’ve had a myspace for years (easily findable and obvious by the Dorothy Gale themed photo) and not really done anything with it apart from add random comedians from time to time. Is there really any point in me getting a facebook? What does it do?

Here is a quiz all about me, me, me. Have a go! See what you know!








* Extraneous detail I suppose, but it meant I looked like a grown up version of Neil something-or-other who was in my class at junior school. Not so extraneous now?
** More extraneous detail. A sandy beach. It looked Cornish…
*** Rather late and very drunk!
**** Dammnit B, you were obviously right. April Whitby started in 1997, Bowlie / ATP started in 1999, I think my first was 2000. Ah well, still *my* heart lies with post-rock first!
***** And one for luck – BLEAK!
shewho: (cheese!)
Dream News
The dreaming subconscious is brilliant, isn’t it? Last night, my brain realised I was sprawled across the bed in an unusual spread-eagled fashion, and that I’d wake up all stiff and sore. Instead of calmly moving / waking me, it sent me a dream in which I was an Asian male* and going parachuting. However, my ‘chute failed to open, and I sped towards the earth** and smashed into it, landing in a (you’ve guessed it) bizarrely spread-eagled fashion - exactly the same as I was actually lying in. People tried to move my legs, but they were stuck and painful. And thus I woke up, and curled into my typical foetal sleeping pose, before nodding off again.

Woke up again as D came home***, only to drift off into a dream about watching Drugstore live, with Thom Yorke playing guitar and not singing (??) to El Presidente. Dream only notable for Isabelle Drugstore looking not like herself but my friend TM’s mother, and a lot of crowd walk-outs, causing a Thom Yorke rant, and a sensible audience heckle.

~~~

Diary News
Last night, an early repast of strange tapas creatures (the cheese based things are best. Cheese, posh ham and quince jelly ftw!) and a chat with [livejournal.com profile] green_badger****. Home in time for ER, how reasonable! Anyway ER, bleak bleak bleak. Although if you overload ALL the main characters with the bleak***** like that it detracts from every single storyline you peons. Cuh.

PW2 News
On the way home I discovered that the prime time to play Phoenix Wright is whilst on a train or a Victoria Line tube to Walthamstow, after at least half a bottle of wine. I’m not sure if it’s because of these journeys being particularly conducive to gameplay, whether I’ve just coincidentally just got to a bunch of dialogue each time and am not really *doing* anything, whether wine increases my clever reasoning, or, most likely, whether being a teeny bit inebriated makes me as stupid as stupid Phoenix Wright. Edgeworth is still hot, despite my theory that makes him the super bad guy. Almost finished too.

~~~

Gig News
Feist is playing tonight. I wish I’d known about this earlier. Still, Herman Dune tomorrow!

~~~

Internet Sheep News
I’ve had a myspace for years (easily findable and obvious by the Dorothy Gale themed photo) and not really done anything with it apart from add random comedians from time to time. Is there really any point in me getting a facebook? What does it do?

Here is a quiz all about me, me, me. Have a go! See what you know!








* Extraneous detail I suppose, but it meant I looked like a grown up version of Neil something-or-other who was in my class at junior school. Not so extraneous now?
** More extraneous detail. A sandy beach. It looked Cornish…
*** Rather late and very drunk!
**** Dammnit B, you were obviously right. April Whitby started in 1997, Bowlie / ATP started in 1999, I think my first was 2000. Ah well, still *my* heart lies with post-rock first!
***** And one for luck – BLEAK!
shewho: (goff)
First order of business:

HAPPY BIRTHDAYS to [livejournal.com profile] ms_cc and my little brother who is currently living it up with Thai ladyboys. Enjoy!

****

Second order of business:

My mobile appears to be dead and the charger is in Nottingham. If you need me, email / lj only.

****

Third order of business:

Gratuitously whingy and mopey rubbish from last night deleted. Needless to say I spent far too long last night watching Law & Order and reading Insomnia by Stephen King, neither of which was a particularly good idea when my inability to sleep is due to being irrationally scared of a)the boogeyman and b)being murdered in my own bed. Idiot.

****

Fourth order of business:

The Lee Mack Show is very funny indeed. Lovely Andy Bell is quite fantastic, but I should really not be allowed to attempt to talk to people. Lovely Andy Bell >>> confused and bemused Andy Bell.

Oh well! A Little Respect, Sometimes and Blondie's One Way or Another. Wicked stuff.

****

Any Other Business:

Resonance fm this morning is PROGTASTIC! I feel a little dirty for enjoying it so.

There are still some unguessed lyrics here, although I probably don't expect you to know them unless you either like Macca or Gary le Strange, or are Dan, who has failed to get ones I thought only he would get anyway. Ah well!
shewho: (goff)
First order of business:

HAPPY BIRTHDAYS to [livejournal.com profile] ms_cc and my little brother who is currently living it up with Thai ladyboys. Enjoy!

****

Second order of business:

My mobile appears to be dead and the charger is in Nottingham. If you need me, email / lj only.

****

Third order of business:

Gratuitously whingy and mopey rubbish from last night deleted. Needless to say I spent far too long last night watching Law & Order and reading Insomnia by Stephen King, neither of which was a particularly good idea when my inability to sleep is due to being irrationally scared of a)the boogeyman and b)being murdered in my own bed. Idiot.

****

Fourth order of business:

The Lee Mack Show is very funny indeed. Lovely Andy Bell is quite fantastic, but I should really not be allowed to attempt to talk to people. Lovely Andy Bell >>> confused and bemused Andy Bell.

Oh well! A Little Respect, Sometimes and Blondie's One Way or Another. Wicked stuff.

****

Any Other Business:

Resonance fm this morning is PROGTASTIC! I feel a little dirty for enjoying it so.

There are still some unguessed lyrics here, although I probably don't expect you to know them unless you either like Macca or Gary le Strange, or are Dan, who has failed to get ones I thought only he would get anyway. Ah well!
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
We won a quiz last night.

And thank the lord we did, because otherwise [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic may have exploded. Or decapitated [livejournal.com profile] stephens, one or the other.

Argh!

Anyway, we one a gert big Readers Digest book and a DVD of The Fix, which I was really hoping was some bizarre cultist nonsense.

I have it here at work, but not only do I not have a soundcard, I don't have a DVD drive. Hi tech, baby, hi tech.

Not to be thwarted I went to the website and I have to say I am mightily disappointed. And Robin Ince's face is at the top. Scam! I'll just have to get the 123 home and hope I can get my 'fix' (oh ho ho ho see what I did there?) of cultist nonsense from whistling toothed religious man. (Although this depends very much on if I go and play serious poker with some proper players with glasses and hats and all that jazz.)

ETA: JUUUUUUUUDY!!!!
shewho: (fancy a pint?)
We won a quiz last night.

And thank the lord we did, because otherwise [livejournal.com profile] p_dan_tic may have exploded. Or decapitated [livejournal.com profile] stephens, one or the other.

Argh!

Anyway, we one a gert big Readers Digest book and a DVD of The Fix, which I was really hoping was some bizarre cultist nonsense.

I have it here at work, but not only do I not have a soundcard, I don't have a DVD drive. Hi tech, baby, hi tech.

Not to be thwarted I went to the website and I have to say I am mightily disappointed. And Robin Ince's face is at the top. Scam! I'll just have to get the 123 home and hope I can get my 'fix' (oh ho ho ho see what I did there?) of cultist nonsense from whistling toothed religious man. (Although this depends very much on if I go and play serious poker with some proper players with glasses and hats and all that jazz.)

ETA: JUUUUUUUUDY!!!!
shewho: (Default)
sunday quizilla nonsense

Custard
You are Custard from Strawberry Shortcake! Ahh, you
live the good life. You're cute, loved by all,
and you enjoy simple things - a warm bed, sunny
days, yummy desserts, and a good
belly-scratching.


Which Forgotten 80s Cartoon Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
shewho: (Default)
sunday quizilla nonsense

Custard
You are Custard from Strawberry Shortcake! Ahh, you
live the good life. You're cute, loved by all,
and you enjoy simple things - a warm bed, sunny
days, yummy desserts, and a good
belly-scratching.


Which Forgotten 80s Cartoon Character Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla

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