The Good, the Bad and the Television
Good News: The thing with the paying for violence? Didn't happen. Much relief and now silence as this is unfiltered.
Bad News (which predictably out-paragraphs the Good News): Bhs didn't call me like they said they would about me working full time, which means I don't know if I am soon to work and be paid like a normal person. Additionally; I went to see two flats today. Well, when I say flats I mean one studio flat and one bedsit. The bedsit I can only liken to the small rooms at my Aunt's home for disabled types. Tiny. Itchy grey carpet tiles. A boxed-in feeling. Except it smelt like smoke. The studio flat was better - it had a bathroom of its own for a start. It felt a lot like what I imagine a dorm room would look like. Now I'm in the safety of my lovely comfy bedroom with multiple rooms I quite like Room 2, but I really had nothing much to compare it to. I don't know. That's it really; I don't know what to do. I was very distressed. So I made scones.
(Whilst watching Love Actually, when the American office girl and colleague Karl are undressing in her room)
John: Nipple!
Me, deadpan: John. When I am watching Whose Line and notice that Chip Esten is wearing a particularly tight pair of trousers, do I say anything? I may think it, but I keep my thoughts to myself.
John: It just... slipped out.
Hee. We are both totally lame singletons. And united in a rare moment of Getting Along.
On to Television. Greg Proops fans, get on down to Uknova.com, as someone is sharing seven out of the ten episodes of Space Cadets! It's a sci fi panel show hosted by Greg (OMGz!), with Bill Bailey and Craig Charles as captains. Heaven, right? It's actually quite lame and cheesy, but so much so that it's good! And who wants to miss the chance of hearing Greg say; "Wine me, dine me, Deep Space Nine me"? Checkit.
Television Paragraph Deux. I dislike Mock The Week. That's it, really. I downloaded Series Two because Greg was in an episode (OMGz again!). He is beautiful and lovely but Mock The Week is BAD. It's because it's basically a cross between Have I Got News For You and Whose Line. My two favourite shows! It was even created by Dan Patterson and Mark Leveson, but nevertheless; a middleground newbie show will obviously never be good enough. Rory Bremner is a captain type and great, but no. It's just seems to controlled with it's Pop Idol set and trying-to-mix-improv-with-panel. No no no. But I have left my computer for TEN HOURS uploading this, so Fuck. I accidentally clicked something and my upload died on 98%. Fuck fuck fuck. No Greg Proops on Mock the Week for you.
An Embarassed Day To Hold, courtesey of Drabblematic.
Greg stepped needfully out into the sarcastic sunshine, and admired Ryan's back. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a sweaty sight."
Ryan climbed off the wine glass and walked quickly across the grass to greet his lover. Greg patted Ryan on the penis and then tried to hold him purposely, but without success.
"That's all right," Ryan said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not long," Greg. "Not as long as the time we held on a chair."
Ryan nodded carefully. "We were soft back in those days."
"Our necks were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Greg said. "Everything seems sexual and horny when you're young."
"Of course," Ryan said. "But now we're beautiful, we can still have fun. If we go about it gently."
"Gently?" Greg said . "But how?"
"With this," Ryan said and held out a red bed covers. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to hold."
Greg swallowed the bed covers at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to hold gently. They held like the points really mattered. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.
Bad News (which predictably out-paragraphs the Good News): Bhs didn't call me like they said they would about me working full time, which means I don't know if I am soon to work and be paid like a normal person. Additionally; I went to see two flats today. Well, when I say flats I mean one studio flat and one bedsit. The bedsit I can only liken to the small rooms at my Aunt's home for disabled types. Tiny. Itchy grey carpet tiles. A boxed-in feeling. Except it smelt like smoke. The studio flat was better - it had a bathroom of its own for a start. It felt a lot like what I imagine a dorm room would look like. Now I'm in the safety of my lovely comfy bedroom with multiple rooms I quite like Room 2, but I really had nothing much to compare it to. I don't know. That's it really; I don't know what to do. I was very distressed. So I made scones.
(Whilst watching Love Actually, when the American office girl and colleague Karl are undressing in her room)
John: Nipple!
Me, deadpan: John. When I am watching Whose Line and notice that Chip Esten is wearing a particularly tight pair of trousers, do I say anything? I may think it, but I keep my thoughts to myself.
John: It just... slipped out.
Hee. We are both totally lame singletons. And united in a rare moment of Getting Along.
On to Television. Greg Proops fans, get on down to Uknova.com, as someone is sharing seven out of the ten episodes of Space Cadets! It's a sci fi panel show hosted by Greg (OMGz!), with Bill Bailey and Craig Charles as captains. Heaven, right? It's actually quite lame and cheesy, but so much so that it's good! And who wants to miss the chance of hearing Greg say; "Wine me, dine me, Deep Space Nine me"? Checkit.
Television Paragraph Deux. I dislike Mock The Week. That's it, really. I downloaded Series Two because Greg was in an episode (OMGz again!). He is beautiful and lovely but Mock The Week is BAD. It's because it's basically a cross between Have I Got News For You and Whose Line. My two favourite shows! It was even created by Dan Patterson and Mark Leveson, but nevertheless; a middleground newbie show will obviously never be good enough. Rory Bremner is a captain type and great, but no. It's just seems to controlled with it's Pop Idol set and trying-to-mix-improv-with-panel. No no no. But I have left my computer for TEN HOURS uploading this, so Fuck. I accidentally clicked something and my upload died on 98%. Fuck fuck fuck. No Greg Proops on Mock the Week for you.
An Embarassed Day To Hold, courtesey of Drabblematic.
Greg stepped needfully out into the sarcastic sunshine, and admired Ryan's back. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a sweaty sight."
Ryan climbed off the wine glass and walked quickly across the grass to greet his lover. Greg patted Ryan on the penis and then tried to hold him purposely, but without success.
"That's all right," Ryan said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not long," Greg. "Not as long as the time we held on a chair."
Ryan nodded carefully. "We were soft back in those days."
"Our necks were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Greg said. "Everything seems sexual and horny when you're young."
"Of course," Ryan said. "But now we're beautiful, we can still have fun. If we go about it gently."
"Gently?" Greg said . "But how?"
"With this," Ryan said and held out a red bed covers. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to hold."
Greg swallowed the bed covers at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to hold gently. They held like the points really mattered. Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.