Are we to be married on the morrow my child?
I will never say tomorrow again. On The Morrow, yes, yes INDEED.
It has been a while, hasn't it? And now I'm here I have very few things to say without ending up quoting the Mighty Boosh. (I currently have Married On The Morrow and Bob Fossil's Little Blue Pants songs running about in my head like a heard of deer... or at least two deer.)
"Who dear?" "You, dear!" "Oh? My dear, why dear?"
Shall we start with the mad things that happened today? For a boring day spent almost entirely in my room, apart from running about to get foody commestables:
First there was the madness with the plumbing, which, other than stinking and distracting me soon, for one reason or another, lead to a large Sweeney Todd sing-a-long to drive my Dad from the room so I could get things done properly. Sadly this was after he'd managed to spill a bucket-full of stagnant water over both me and my computer. Did I mention my computer is on it's last legs? If there were a rest-home for retired personal computers, it would be there, with a nice Dell-customised zimmer to help it get around.
Then I was very bored, so I decided to experiment and see what would happen if I attacked my hair with freeze-hold spray before doing the 'Sheena Is A Parasite' dance. Yes, the one from the video:
Obviously by the time I'd found a camera... it sank a little:
I remind myself of an owl in this one... strange photo-angle-a-go-go!
CURSE the lack of anti red eye options on PS. You'd think it the most basic necessity, but no.
All this and a little more comic madness. Haha.
And now... you've waited for it all post... BOOSH!
Ohh it's comin' at ya like a ray, like a beam like a laser
like a spider with a crash mat on his back look around ya!
And with that, I bid thee, good night!
It has been a while, hasn't it? And now I'm here I have very few things to say without ending up quoting the Mighty Boosh. (I currently have Married On The Morrow and Bob Fossil's Little Blue Pants songs running about in my head like a heard of deer... or at least two deer.)
"Who dear?" "You, dear!" "Oh? My dear, why dear?"
Shall we start with the mad things that happened today? For a boring day spent almost entirely in my room, apart from running about to get foody commestables:
First there was the madness with the plumbing, which, other than stinking and distracting me soon, for one reason or another, lead to a large Sweeney Todd sing-a-long to drive my Dad from the room so I could get things done properly. Sadly this was after he'd managed to spill a bucket-full of stagnant water over both me and my computer. Did I mention my computer is on it's last legs? If there were a rest-home for retired personal computers, it would be there, with a nice Dell-customised zimmer to help it get around.
Then I was very bored, so I decided to experiment and see what would happen if I attacked my hair with freeze-hold spray before doing the 'Sheena Is A Parasite' dance. Yes, the one from the video:
Click to viewObviously by the time I'd found a camera... it sank a little:
I remind myself of an owl in this one... strange photo-angle-a-go-go!
CURSE the lack of anti red eye options on PS. You'd think it the most basic necessity, but no.
All this and a little more comic madness. Haha.
And now... you've waited for it all post... BOOSH!
Ohh it's comin' at ya like a ray, like a beam like a laser
like a spider with a crash mat on his back look around ya!
And with that, I bid thee, good night!