Tag: KNEW

Knowing me, Knowing you

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Snaffled from pixeldiva.

Apparently “What you are supposed to do is copy this entire blog entry and paste it onto a new blog entry that you’ll post. Change all the answers so they apply to you, and then publish! Leave a comment if you do this. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little (random) things about your friends, if you did not know them already.”

Sounds simple enough.

What time did you get up this morning?
7.15 am (that’s a “school day” lie-in for me).

Diamonds or pearls?
As in “necklace”? Silly question…

What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Narnia – which was OK. Really REALLY need to get back to the cinema but we are caught in the trap of having stuff we both need to finish, and when we do take some time off we can’t be bothered going out.

What is your favourite TV show?
Hmmm. I’d say 24 at the moment, or House, or Grays Anatomy. Lost? Fuck it.. The Simpsons!

What do you usually have for breakfast?
Cereal. Always.

Favourite cuisine?
Chinese.

What food do you dislike?
Peppers. To my palate they dominate whatever dish they are used in and aren’t that nice to begin with.

What is your favourite CD at the moment?
Elbow – Leaders of the Free World.

Morning or night person?
Night. All mornings are evil.

Favourite sandwich?
A pesto chicken and mozzarella pannini from our local coffee shop in Hamilton. Delish. Better yet you can take them away uncooked and chuck them in the George Foreman. Double trouble.

What characteristic do you despise?
Arrogance. Apparently it’s something I display on occasion and anytime this is pointed out to me a little part of me dies. I can’t stand those know-it-all preachy wankers who think that everyone WANTS to listen to them, and who refuse to listen to other people.

Favourite item of clothing?
Either my red woolly jumper, or my jogging bottoms. The former because it was one of those few items of clothing that I just KNEW I should buy, the latter because they signal a day of lounging around on the sofa. In saying that I’m a terrible shopper when it comes to clothes, I always know what I want before I start and rarely, if ever, find it. The red jumper was something of an impulse buy, which is probably why I rate it as a favourite.

If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would it be?
I hate these questions. I’m always torn between a city destination – San Francisco – and somewhere else. Somewhere a little off the beaten track, somewhere that’s clean and quiet and has a beach I can lie on all day.

What colour is your bathroom?
White, grey and purpley-lilac, with an absolutely minging mushroom coloured sweet (which is on the list of “things wot we must replace”).

Favourite brand of clothing?
Threadless if they are considered a brand… other than that I’m not fussed… George? (see previous comment about shopping for clothes)

Where would you retire to?
Somewhere warm and near water, either the coast or a lake.

What was your most memorable birthday?
The last one. I have a terrible memory. Ohh OK, probably my 21st which included my ‘fairy’ godmother turning up dressed as a fairy, tutu and all!!

Favourite sport to watch?
Anything. Honestly, I’ve yet to find a sport I can’t lose hours watching. I prefer football, rugby, and basketball, but will watch pretty much anything that’s competitive.

Who do you least expect to complete this?
Peter from Naked Blog.

Person you expect to complete it first?
Someone that I don’t read regularly.

Person who is least busy?
Me! Must be, to have time to do this!

When is your birthday?
October 17th.

What is your shoe size?
10.

Pets?
Not at the moment.

Any new and exciting news you’d like to share with us?
It’s raining here at the moment. Whilst this isn’t exciting it’s always new (and means yet another weekend where we won’t be able to give the grass it’s first cut of the year!).

What did you want to be when you were little?
Anything as long as it was to do with music… DJ maybe? Studio technician to the stars?

What is your favourite flower?
Strelitzia reginae (that’s birds of paradise or crane flower to you lot), or anything that is… I dunno… more architectural looking than, say, a daisy. OK, not sure that makes sense.

What date on the calendar are you looking forward to?
1st November 2006. That will mark the end of a hugely crap (non-calendar) year.

One word to describe the person who you snaffled this from?
Foxy.

He said

Whilst I was waiting for 24 to start last night, well whilst I was waiting to watch it in ‘chase’ mode, I did a little channel surfing stopping at some red carpet footage from the Oscars. Admittedly it was merely to see if I could catch some of the more beautiful ladies in their best bibs and tuckers (yes yes I KNOW the ladies wouldn’t be wearing the bibs and tuckers, I’m not a complete idiot, not yet anyway. Still practising though.).

Now whilst I think she has a certain attractiveness Maggie Gyllenhaal isn’t high up my list. Neither is thin Oprah (neither is fat Oprah but she wasn’t there), nor Samuel L. Jackson’s wife. In fact bar a fleeting shot of Penelope Cruz, not really my type either, it was a complete waste of ten minutes.

Apart from one thing.

I’m not sure if they are new, or whether the American TV shows I watch just don’t use them, but there are a few phrases I’ve heard over the last few days, and last night in particular that have me perplexed.

1. “My bad”
Whilst I understand the meaning behind this, where does it stem from? Is it a shortened form of a longer sentence, and if so what? Surely “I’m bad” is sufficient? Or is this just a backlash against Michael Jackson (by the way have you seen that ‘item of evidence’ email that’s been going round, yeuch).

2. “… as all get up”
Used generally in a positive sense and tacked onto the end of a statement, this phrase is the one that really perturbs.
What does it mean? As… what gets up? The dog that’s been lying on the floor? Can it only be used when describing an outfit, hence making me presume it’s taken from the phrase “Check that get up” which has completely the opposite, derogatory, meaning.

I’m sure there are others but I’ll need another coffee before I can think of them.

I may not understand why Americans prefer z to s (ize to ise), nor why they find the letter u so offensive as to drop it altogether from words, but that’s just* spelling. This is like some weird lazy language and I demand an explanation.

* pedants please. I know it’s not JUST spelling, I know that there are deeper matters of great importance inherent in the way you choose to spell. (Update, I KNEW the pedants would find fault somewhere!)

Sky+

So the nice lady at Sky informed that they were currently working on a software upgrade but alas she couldn’t give me a timescale for when it would be released. It’s currently being tested.

Ohh I’m sorry, how rude of me, let me recap a previous post to aid your clarification.

[RECAP] Sky+ screwed up some recordings. I was most annoyed. [/RECAP]

Anyway, caught a repeat of 24 tonight – I KNEW she was a bad egg, and what’s with this Paul guy, a red herring perhaps? Methinks so – and Huff is repeated tomorrow night. I had to turn to the internet for Desperate Housewives, but thankfully the joy that is TV Torrents has offered up the BitTorrent goodies. Azureus will be working hard tonight.

Luckily I didn’t have much on the box, only the aforementioned Nói Albinói, so after copying that to DVD I didn’t mind reformatting the entire system and starting from scratch. Until this software update arrives I’ll be very careful to check the recordings.

Right, off to Scottish Blogs I go to announce a new feature. Busy busy busy.

Smoking is cool*

Today the Scottish Parliament decides on whether to introduce a smoking ban and what level that ban will be. Me? I’m hoping that it’ll outlaw the damn things altogether. Ohh and anyone who thinks this is a democratic decision is sadly mistaken. The real reason behind this decision won’t be health, and it won’t be money.

No, despite all the statistics being bandied around – the Tobacco Manufacturer’s Association have stated that the people of Scotland don’t want a ban but a choice of environments (but of course they would say that), and of course the British Medical Association’s Scottish secretary points out that there has been a choice of environment and it has failed (and of course he would say that) – and despite the belief that the money raised through tax on cigarettes would be the swaying factor, I can reveal the guiding principle behind this legislation**.

Cool kids. You know, the ones who hung about behind the bike sheds in a fug of cheap ‘fag’ smoke. The ones who swore at teachers, the ones who scared you so much you crossed the road rather than walk past them, the ones who didn’t even bother to fight or bully because everyone JUST KNEW they were harder than anyone. Sure, they may have stunted their growth, left school as soon as they could with no qualifications and they’ll all be dead by the time they’re 40 but the point is this. The people in power are the people like me. The envious, the uncool, and the bullied. Now we are fighting back.

UPDATE: A ban it is, details still coming through.

* It’s not really kids, I was trying to be ironic… well sarcastic at least
** Or I could be making this up, but the more I think about it, the more it seems to fit

This evening I will mostly be…

Watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

I’m a big fan of Carrey in serious roles, and I’m looking forward to this. I’ve already been given a ‘tip’ (watch the colour of her hair) and it’ll be good to see Kirsten Dunst actually acting, instead of standing about in wet t-shirt as she did in Spiderman. Van Helsing is also on the list as is The Passion of the Christ (still).

Secret Window is not on my list.

Louise went to see it last night and was less than impressed. Some ladies might like to know that Johnny Depp was cute, but the storyline wasn’t up to much. In her own words it was one of those movies where “you KNEW there was a twist coming and they didn’t really hide it”.

Zoom

Just spotted that the BBC will be showing Concorde’s last ever arrival at Heathrow (or anywhere else) on the goggle-box today at 3:30pm.

And as I’m working at home I can plonk myself in front of the TV, with my wirelessly connected laptop and watch history.

(I KNEW there was a reason I needed that wireless connection)

Not Plaster

So.

When you are playing basketball, no-one is near you and you take a step forward and hear a crunching noise from your foot, accompanied with a sharp pain… that’s not good is it?

You don’t need to answer, the doctor has already confirmed that I’ve broken the fifth metatarsal in my left foot and the nurses took great glee in manipulating said foot whilst giving me a lower leg cast.

The crutches I’ve had before (October 17th 2002 – tore ligaments in my right ankle), but I’ve never had a cast before. I was quite looking forward to it, getting people to sign it and stuff, except you can’t these days as they use a resin rather than plaster.

Pah.

Anyway, I’ll not be about for a couple of weeks, the effort of getting upstairs to the computer is still a bit much (I KNEW I should’ve got that wireless stuff sorted out) and I’ll be in plaster, sorry in cast, for four weeks.

Ohh yes, spot the coincidence… October 17th last year, sprained ankle, October 17th this year, get cast removed, October 17th every year since I was born – my birthday!

Hmmm having just re-read this I would like to point out that I’m not fishing for birthday presents, honest (the wishlist IS over on the right though).

Moo

Ohhh almost forgot. Cows are scary.

I was driving back from the skip yesterday morning, and on rounding the bend came across 3 cows wandering along the road. Another car came from the other direction, and the cows turned round and started trotting towards my car. Straight at it. Now trust me, cows are quite big, and it only took about 0.00001 of a second before I started wondering how much damage a scared/angry cows could do to my car. My hand nervously hovered over the horn (of the car, not the cow) and I started to will the cows to change course. About 10ft. from the car they did. Phew.

Although I’m pretty sure one of them was giving me the evil eye as it trotted past, I’m hoping it doesn’t leap out in front of the car the next time I’m taking stuff to the skip, or maybe he’s planning on ambushing me next time I’m on my bike, or maybe he’s passed the word round his friends, as I’m pretty sure I was getting the same look from a cow we drove past today. Oh dear. I KNEW I shouldn’t have eaten those hamburgers before we went out…