Thursday, January 25, 2007

Did drivers of public transport get a pay rise after the terrorist attacks?

I don't think they deserve one, bastards. Their job is just as dangerous as it was before.

Why don't we eat sheep?

Seriously. Think about it. We eat lamb and we eat mutton (when the sheep dies naturally), but we don't kill sheep to eat them. Why?!

We eat most other animals, even if they give us other products (like cows give milk/leather, chickens give eggs etc), but we don't eat sheep!

"We're back, just like we said we'd be back..."

Pah. I hate it when people refer to themselves as 'we', it's so pretentious. Anyway, exams are over, I get the results in March, so just now I have coursework and stuff... Which isn't so bad.

So yay anyway.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

How do you become a Horoscopist?


"Your desires are problematic today, for they don't support your long-term goals. You may be tempted to just disregard your illogical emotions and go ahead with your plans. But it's not that simple. You might not be able to talk yourself out of what you want. Give yourself a few days in order to make your decision."
-- By Rick Levine.

It's not like little children wake up and go "Yeeeah! I want to write horoscopes when I grow up!!" it doesn't quite have the same ring to it as "Yeeeeah! I want to be an astronaut!!"

What would they draw in school when asked what they want to be? Little tiny thumbnails of rams, scales, fish etc?

At some point in his life Rick Levine thought, "you know what? It's time for a career change. I'm sick of being an accountant-- I know! I'll write people's horoscopes!" Can you take a qualification for that, or is it just 'word of mouth' stuff about your legitimacy?

Also, I think my Horoscope today it telling me that I'm going to get married. In 2 hours.

Why are kiwis furry?

No matter how strokeable they are, they will never make good pets.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Wouldn't it be cool if...

... Water glowed in the dark?

How pretty would rain be?

Stupid adjective of the week:

On the front of a bottle of soap I saw, to my bemusement, the phrase;

"Hygenically clean"

As opposed to what?

Clean, but not hygenic? Nice one.

Also, it boosted my confidence about the state of the NHS a whooole lot *rolls eyes*.

I had a picture of it, but it's even worse than the last one, so I won't bother.

How many times have you been to the dentist and thought "hmm, you know I jcould just go for a shower right now"?



Apparently someone did. That picture didn't come out very well... but that's a shower. At my dentist surgery...

Also, all my dentist things are free, America. Muahaha.

Hahaha, that picture really is awful.

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Monday, January 08, 2007

I know of chivalry, and I know you can be chivalrous, but can you be a Chival?

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Why does water that comes from the bathroom taps taste different to water that comes from kitchen taps?

You know it does.

Why do you remember useless stuff, but forget what you really need to know?

You'll forget where your keys are, where the remote is, what you wanted when you went shopping... But remember how much change you've got in your wallet, random lines from films and... well, other random stuff.

For example, I remember that the Labour Party's 1983 election manifesto was deemed 'the longest suicide note in history', but try getting me to remember Phillip Bobbit's six modalities that a Justice can use to judge a case and I'm lost. Bah.

Stupid brain.

Shakespeare of the day:
Well, heaven forgive him, and forgive us all.
Some rise by sin and some by virtue fall,
Some run from breaks of ice and answer none,
And some condemed for a fault alone.

From Measure For Measure, Escalus in Act 2, Scene 1.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Star-cross'd cultures...

I think I experienced what trying to converse with someone who speaks another language was like today.

Firstly, today I went into one of the posh Oxfam shops and found some amaaazing classic literature books. All leather-bound and old-looking. They had a whole selection of Dickens, but even though I don't like him too much, it seemed such a shame to waste them (especially for 99p BOGOF!) that I had to buy a couple for my friend who does. I also bought Shakespeare's Tragedies (I have them all anyway, it's just a nicer copy... It'll look good on my shelf), H.G Wells 'The Time Machine' and Percy Shelly & Hopkins poetry. All for £2.98 (US Translation: $50000).

On the train home I was reading Shelley's 'to the Skylark', or rather, rereading it, because I didn't quite understand it the first time round, but it sounded pretty. And some MORON with an mp3 player on their phone started playing 'Fergalicious'(?) and some other stupid rap songs. I swear I didn't understand half the words that were said, and it just distracted me from reading the poetry. One of the best poets in history, a GENIUS and perfect lyricist. I felt slightly blasphemist and guilty that my generation formed such stupid music. Argh.

Talk about mixed cultures.

I apologise for the Shakespeare references recently, I have been reading quite a lot of it. Even though reading a play is a bit like reading music, it doesn't really make sense until it's actually played, I still like the language and stuff. I wish I could go to the theatre more often.

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Oh, exams, exams, wherefore art thou closed book?

I shan't be online much for the next 2-3 weeks because I have horrid exams coming up and need to revise.

Monday, January 01, 2007

But, Sir, I thought that was illegal?

"Remarriages increased from 57,000 in 1961 (14% of all marriages) to 126,000 in 2000 (41% of all marriages. Most remarriages involve divorced persons rather than widows and widowers. The largest increase occurred between 1971 and 1972 following the introduction of the Divorce Reform Act of 1969."

Huh? Widows and 'widowers'? Surely 'widowers' referrs to those that made someone a widow, which would be... someone dead, right? That's how the process of becoming a widow usually works, anyway.

So it's rather blatent that someone who is divorced is more likely to get remarried than someone who is... dead...

*baffled.*

Oxymoron of 2006:

"Nice guy."

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