my icons are not showing up
All the bread in the breadbox got all blueish mouldy and I had to toss it. This annoys me to no end. Now we have no bread, just a lot of deli meats and cheeses and condiments and such. And butter. And jams. And a toaster. And a bunch of those little blue twisty ties. EVERYTHING RELATES TO BREAD. It's a fucking conspiracy.
Anyway.
I used to write long detailed descriptive posts about things going on with me, and things that went on with me in the past, and things going to go on with me in the future. But I kind of gave up on it in favour of posts about make-believe road trips in America and food gone bad. I don't know. At this point I am just waiting for the 20th to get here so I can kick the tour back into gear. Once a day I trudge out to the postbox to see what horror the postman has bought, and I can hear my savings account cringe. YOU KNOW WHY? Cos I'm on a culture kick, and culture is fucking pricey. I'm on a mission to buy every film on this top 100 list I found the other day. Given, about three fourths of them are American flicks, but I never had a big problem with that. My latest is Duck Soup. It's a Marx brothers film and it's beyond hysterical. I'll throw a party and you all can come watch with me.
The only other worthwhile thing I've done since I last updated is watch Angela Lansbury with the Scottish girl. That reminds me, did you know it's bad luck to say "Macbeth" in a theatre? They say "the Scottish play" instead. Crafty, innit? I saw that in a tiny little backwoods theatre in Colchester in my eighth year of grammar school and for weeks I went around bellowing OUT, DAMN SPOT to anyone who would listen, and anyone who wouldn't, and complete strangers on the street too. It was amusing to me and turned my mum homicidal. I should try it again.
Right.
I've decided that every single comment I get to this, I will answer -- not only in a timely manner, but with actual thought put into it. We can even play the "ask me a question" game if you'd like. Or the "leave any comment you want" game, or any of those other games people play with comments. I'll even tempourarily allow anonymous ones. Whatever. I'm bound and determined to get rid of these complaints I get about never really answering comments. Shoot.
Anyway.
I used to write long detailed descriptive posts about things going on with me, and things that went on with me in the past, and things going to go on with me in the future. But I kind of gave up on it in favour of posts about make-believe road trips in America and food gone bad. I don't know. At this point I am just waiting for the 20th to get here so I can kick the tour back into gear. Once a day I trudge out to the postbox to see what horror the postman has bought, and I can hear my savings account cringe. YOU KNOW WHY? Cos I'm on a culture kick, and culture is fucking pricey. I'm on a mission to buy every film on this top 100 list I found the other day. Given, about three fourths of them are American flicks, but I never had a big problem with that. My latest is Duck Soup. It's a Marx brothers film and it's beyond hysterical. I'll throw a party and you all can come watch with me.
The only other worthwhile thing I've done since I last updated is watch Angela Lansbury with the Scottish girl. That reminds me, did you know it's bad luck to say "Macbeth" in a theatre? They say "the Scottish play" instead. Crafty, innit? I saw that in a tiny little backwoods theatre in Colchester in my eighth year of grammar school and for weeks I went around bellowing OUT, DAMN SPOT to anyone who would listen, and anyone who wouldn't, and complete strangers on the street too. It was amusing to me and turned my mum homicidal. I should try it again.
Right.
I've decided that every single comment I get to this, I will answer -- not only in a timely manner, but with actual thought put into it. We can even play the "ask me a question" game if you'd like. Or the "leave any comment you want" game, or any of those other games people play with comments. I'll even tempourarily allow anonymous ones. Whatever. I'm bound and determined to get rid of these complaints I get about never really answering comments. Shoot.