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Today's topics of conversation will range from, um, me, to the essential subjectivity of the universe. Good times.
So, me. Got up. Got lost in a YouTube spiral FOR SIX HOURS which I'm still struggling to comprehend. DLed various bits. Had a bath. Got dressed. Went to Waitrose. Never say I don't know how to live it up (as the kids say).
Last night, acting as the bread to the tuna mayonnaise that was catch-up Mock the Week, we watched Terminator 2, which is, of course, a fine, fine film, though tbh I was laughing by the end due to some slightly dodgy acting and the total FAIL! at logic. Whatevs. Still love it. And I remember how disappointed I was by Terminator 3, not only because it was such a shite film, but because it turned out the future was all preordained after all, which made me cross BECAUSE IT'S NOT, DAMMIT!!
( Supernatural. Oh, Supernatural! )
Actually, I'm a bit annoyed because I've had various things to LJ about over the last day or two and, as usual, they have mostly fallen out of my head, so I'm a little bit bitter. O Mnemosyne, come to me! But only if you are in fact the Muse who faffs around with remembering things and not someone I've invented with the POWER OF MY MIND, otherwise don't bother. Now, see, I could go and look that up on Wikipedia, except for that part where I can't because the internet hates us. Stupid wireless router stopped working a while ago, so we're having to hook ourselves up with cables, which is beyond annoying (but not as far out as Thunderdome <-- heh, did you see what I did there? God, I've been on fire this week...). Anyway, BT line blah blah blah nothing fucking works blah blah blah. Am writing this in Notepad and will post later. Ooh, time lag. Who knows, the world may have ended before I ever manage to do that, and I will be the only person to ever read this. Freaky. Or, fine, OK, not so much.
Been reading Transmetropolitan over the last week or two. It is so amazingly ace it may have surpassed Fables as my favourite comic. Have other people read it?
I ran my bath too hot and I'm afraid I might actually have burnt off my shins. Also, when I stuck my leg in and it was hot and I took it out again, there was a big red patch on the side of my knee. "Hélas!" I said (in my head, because I was alone, and I'm not the kind of weirdy freak who talks to herself or anything), "I think some of my skin might actually HAVE SCALDED OFF!" and I was a little disconcerted at the possibility, envisaging a dreadful process of skin grafts and therapy and appearances in channel 5 documentaries in my future. Fortunately, you will be glad to hear, on closer examination it turned out to be the smudged remains of the first class stamp with which Emma had assaulted me yesterday and not OMG NO SKIN ON MY KNEE. So that was good.
The universe, eh? Actually, you know what, I was going to have a bit of thing about the fact that there is nothing that can be known except through a person's head and therefore everything is subjective and there can be no objective view and blah blah blah but I've got this far into the post and lost interest. Note to self: write about this kind of stuff first instead of procrastinating.
Ooh, looking over my old blog, and thought I would share this gem (I think it came off a Not the Nine O'clock News annual or something):
( The Gospel According to St Sylvester )
So, me. Got up. Got lost in a YouTube spiral FOR SIX HOURS which I'm still struggling to comprehend. DLed various bits. Had a bath. Got dressed. Went to Waitrose. Never say I don't know how to live it up (as the kids say).
Last night, acting as the bread to the tuna mayonnaise that was catch-up Mock the Week, we watched Terminator 2, which is, of course, a fine, fine film, though tbh I was laughing by the end due to some slightly dodgy acting and the total FAIL! at logic. Whatevs. Still love it. And I remember how disappointed I was by Terminator 3, not only because it was such a shite film, but because it turned out the future was all preordained after all, which made me cross BECAUSE IT'S NOT, DAMMIT!!
( Supernatural. Oh, Supernatural! )
Actually, I'm a bit annoyed because I've had various things to LJ about over the last day or two and, as usual, they have mostly fallen out of my head, so I'm a little bit bitter. O Mnemosyne, come to me! But only if you are in fact the Muse who faffs around with remembering things and not someone I've invented with the POWER OF MY MIND, otherwise don't bother. Now, see, I could go and look that up on Wikipedia, except for that part where I can't because the internet hates us. Stupid wireless router stopped working a while ago, so we're having to hook ourselves up with cables, which is beyond annoying (but not as far out as Thunderdome <-- heh, did you see what I did there? God, I've been on fire this week...). Anyway, BT line blah blah blah nothing fucking works blah blah blah. Am writing this in Notepad and will post later. Ooh, time lag. Who knows, the world may have ended before I ever manage to do that, and I will be the only person to ever read this. Freaky. Or, fine, OK, not so much.
Been reading Transmetropolitan over the last week or two. It is so amazingly ace it may have surpassed Fables as my favourite comic. Have other people read it?
I ran my bath too hot and I'm afraid I might actually have burnt off my shins. Also, when I stuck my leg in and it was hot and I took it out again, there was a big red patch on the side of my knee. "Hélas!" I said (in my head, because I was alone, and I'm not the kind of weirdy freak who talks to herself or anything), "I think some of my skin might actually HAVE SCALDED OFF!" and I was a little disconcerted at the possibility, envisaging a dreadful process of skin grafts and therapy and appearances in channel 5 documentaries in my future. Fortunately, you will be glad to hear, on closer examination it turned out to be the smudged remains of the first class stamp with which Emma had assaulted me yesterday and not OMG NO SKIN ON MY KNEE. So that was good.
The universe, eh? Actually, you know what, I was going to have a bit of thing about the fact that there is nothing that can be known except through a person's head and therefore everything is subjective and there can be no objective view and blah blah blah but I've got this far into the post and lost interest. Note to self: write about this kind of stuff first instead of procrastinating.
Ooh, looking over my old blog, and thought I would share this gem (I think it came off a Not the Nine O'clock News annual or something):
( The Gospel According to St Sylvester )
