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Some eljay entries are like novels. This is going to be like a collection of short stories, with news buried somewhere in there to keep people paying attention. You have been warned.
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Gmail adverts often amuse me. However, this one, accompanying a recent notification of a comment from frayer, takes the biscuit a little:
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Some linkspam:
-'Anthropodermic bibliopegy'!.
-'Children dancing in the street! Grown men reading storybooks to kids - for no apparent reason!'
-"I thought I had come across every perversion known to mankind, but this is a new one on me. I have never heard of a 'cycle-sexualist'." and the follow up, with a rather amusing and disturbing list.
-The good terrorists. No, really: Guerrilla clockmakers fix famous Paris clock.
-Also, a rather amusing take on genetic differences between the sexes. I laughed, anyway...
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I don't have any more full weeks of school before we break up for Christmas. This Monday is an INSET day, during which I will be with safebox which will be awesome, and then the next Monday and Tuesday (and possibly Wednesday and also the preceding Sunday) will be spent having interviews a free holiday in Oxford courtesy of Magdalene College, and then the week after I break up on Wednesday, so it's all good. I also effectively have a day off on the Friday beforehand because my English set are going to a Hamlet conference because we are that cool (at which I will no doubt be tempted to advance my crazy theories) and after which I am going to go and see Bloc Party with Remily (both halves) and , which should be awesome. So yeah. Pretty excited. :D
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Speaking of seeing things with Remily, last Wednesday I went to see Good Shoes with Emily. The music was rather good: Good Shoes were good fun and the first supporting act made me laugh because they were a bit mad and had a song called 'I love you better when you're naked' which is really going to embarrass the singer's kids when she's twenty years older; however, the second support act sort of stole the show. Operator Please not only had a female singer whose voice was actually pretty good when she used it and a violin (which was awesome; I love inappropriate musical instruments in rock bands) but also had a keyboard player. This in itself was not particularly special, but their keyboard player was awesome. She was always moving and danced in a silly and endearing way that tended to look either like she was falling over whilst running whilst standing still or was trying to dance whilst impersonating a penguin and was generally incredibly, incredibly cute.
Seeing bands live is always fascinating, music aside, because I peoplewatch; not only at the people in the crowd, who can be a bit odd (like the guy who came up and talked to me between the bands, who was an okay guy but a little bit odd - anyone who approaches a complete stranger by commenting that 'It's a bit of a sausage-fest around here, isn't it mate?' when there's narry a hotdog in sight is an interesting character in my book) but also the musicians themselves. I just love the variations in body-language - the laid-back bassist, the frenetic front man, the crazy Norwegian singer (and yes the gorgeously cute keyboard player - shh). The variations are endless, and endlessly interesting. But then I'm weird like that.
It was also lovely, however, because it meant that I spent time with Emily by herself, which doesn't happen very often. Remily are a very couply couple when they're together, and operate in tandem, and though I see Robbie in isolation at school I don't tend to see Emily sans Rob desperately often. I'm also fairly rubbish at communicating not in person, so when I phoned her a couple of nights beforehand we ended up having a good old chinwag, which was really rather unexpectedly lovely. We ended up going and having supper together before the gig and were very civilised and gossiped unmitigatedly about our mutual friends.
Before that, however, I had skived off Games entirely legitimately to go and see Glengarry Glen Ross with the English department. It was an incredibly good production, and the sets and acting were fantastic, although the ending left me with a sense that there was a third act that had been entirely omitted. The play didn't just lack resolution, it lacked clues as to why it lacked a resolution, and I didn't really know what to make of it other than very good entertainment and portrayal. Enjoyed it, though. Afterwards I bimbled around with Johny for a wwhile and he Showed me London
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I went to see Bill Bailey on Friday evening with a bunch of people mostly from school, and enjoyed it a lot, although I do have some reservations in that a lot of the laughs were manufactured by his habit of amusing with a kind of open-mouthed smirk after certain quips as if to say 'I'm Bill Bailey and I'm funny, so laugh'. That said, he was mostly very funny, and zoecb, who was also there, somehow managed to read my mind and list the things that I liked most so I can be lazy and just link rather than remember. Mwuahahaha.
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What else? I'm sure there are other things. Went to Milton Keynes and saw Sarah-who-does-Physics-at-Oxford's family, and felt very strange seeing them but not her; went to Wendover with pleezpleezme to see David and his sister, which was fun; went to pleezpleezme's party on Saturday, which involved many hats, and then went to Sheffiled to see safebox which was marvellous and involved rain and supertrams and lifts and Fivey and Firefly and voice-controlled Daleks and cheese-and-mayo sandwiches and failing a pub quiz and ressie_noldo at bizarre hours in the morning and zombies and shenanigans with trains and more cups of tea than I have ever consumed in a single day in my entire life. Also, I've since had the begining of hannukah and some very successful squash and listened to The Chimes of Midnight which is existentialist and quantummy and class-angsty and architectural and awesome. And that is that.
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Gmail adverts often amuse me. However, this one, accompanying a recent notification of a comment from frayer, takes the biscuit a little:
You WILL experience the Ninja Burger difference!
Ninja Burger. Guaranteed delivery in 30 minutes or less or we commit ...
Need I say more?
~
Some linkspam:
-'Anthropodermic bibliopegy'!.
-'Children dancing in the street! Grown men reading storybooks to kids - for no apparent reason!'
-"I thought I had come across every perversion known to mankind, but this is a new one on me. I have never heard of a 'cycle-sexualist'." and the follow up, with a rather amusing and disturbing list.
-The good terrorists. No, really: Guerrilla clockmakers fix famous Paris clock.
-Also, a rather amusing take on genetic differences between the sexes. I laughed, anyway...
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I don't have any more full weeks of school before we break up for Christmas. This Monday is an INSET day, during which I will be with safebox which will be awesome, and then the next Monday and Tuesday (and possibly Wednesday and also the preceding Sunday) will be spent having interviews a free holiday in Oxford courtesy of Magdalene College, and then the week after I break up on Wednesday, so it's all good. I also effectively have a day off on the Friday beforehand because my English set are going to a Hamlet conference because we are that cool (at which I will no doubt be tempted to advance my crazy theories) and after which I am going to go and see Bloc Party with Remily (both halves) and , which should be awesome. So yeah. Pretty excited. :D
#
Speaking of seeing things with Remily, last Wednesday I went to see Good Shoes with Emily. The music was rather good: Good Shoes were good fun and the first supporting act made me laugh because they were a bit mad and had a song called 'I love you better when you're naked' which is really going to embarrass the singer's kids when she's twenty years older; however, the second support act sort of stole the show. Operator Please not only had a female singer whose voice was actually pretty good when she used it and a violin (which was awesome; I love inappropriate musical instruments in rock bands) but also had a keyboard player. This in itself was not particularly special, but their keyboard player was awesome. She was always moving and danced in a silly and endearing way that tended to look either like she was falling over whilst running whilst standing still or was trying to dance whilst impersonating a penguin and was generally incredibly, incredibly cute.
Seeing bands live is always fascinating, music aside, because I peoplewatch; not only at the people in the crowd, who can be a bit odd (like the guy who came up and talked to me between the bands, who was an okay guy but a little bit odd - anyone who approaches a complete stranger by commenting that 'It's a bit of a sausage-fest around here, isn't it mate?' when there's narry a hotdog in sight is an interesting character in my book) but also the musicians themselves. I just love the variations in body-language - the laid-back bassist, the frenetic front man, the crazy Norwegian singer (and yes the gorgeously cute keyboard player - shh). The variations are endless, and endlessly interesting. But then I'm weird like that.
It was also lovely, however, because it meant that I spent time with Emily by herself, which doesn't happen very often. Remily are a very couply couple when they're together, and operate in tandem, and though I see Robbie in isolation at school I don't tend to see Emily sans Rob desperately often. I'm also fairly rubbish at communicating not in person, so when I phoned her a couple of nights beforehand we ended up having a good old chinwag, which was really rather unexpectedly lovely. We ended up going and having supper together before the gig and were very civilised and gossiped unmitigatedly about our mutual friends.
Before that, however, I had skived off Games entirely legitimately to go and see Glengarry Glen Ross with the English department. It was an incredibly good production, and the sets and acting were fantastic, although the ending left me with a sense that there was a third act that had been entirely omitted. The play didn't just lack resolution, it lacked clues as to why it lacked a resolution, and I didn't really know what to make of it other than very good entertainment and portrayal. Enjoyed it, though. Afterwards I bimbled around with Johny for a wwhile and he Showed me London
?
I went to see Bill Bailey on Friday evening with a bunch of people mostly from school, and enjoyed it a lot, although I do have some reservations in that a lot of the laughs were manufactured by his habit of amusing with a kind of open-mouthed smirk after certain quips as if to say 'I'm Bill Bailey and I'm funny, so laugh'. That said, he was mostly very funny, and zoecb, who was also there, somehow managed to read my mind and list the things that I liked most so I can be lazy and just link rather than remember. Mwuahahaha.
@
What else? I'm sure there are other things. Went to Milton Keynes and saw Sarah-who-does-Physics-at-Oxford's family, and felt very strange seeing them but not her; went to Wendover with pleezpleezme to see David and his sister, which was fun; went to pleezpleezme's party on Saturday, which involved many hats, and then went to Sheffiled to see safebox which was marvellous and involved rain and supertrams and lifts and Fivey and Firefly and voice-controlled Daleks and cheese-and-mayo sandwiches and failing a pub quiz and ressie_noldo at bizarre hours in the morning and zombies and shenanigans with trains and more cups of tea than I have ever consumed in a single day in my entire life. Also, I've since had the begining of hannukah and some very successful squash and listened to The Chimes of Midnight which is existentialist and quantummy and class-angsty and architectural and awesome. And that is that.