Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

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Maybe this student didn't hand in their exam? I know I've done this before today.

plz 2 lock teh_kit

I might actually have to stop objectifying PBW and actually, like, treat him like a human being or something. Weird. I'm not sure I know how to do that.

"Kraftwerk, Stereolab and the Stooges?" In yer dreams, lads. You are Duran Duran and I claim my £5 and a cocktail on a yacht.

They were called Major Stars, which one of my friends actually thought was a "secret attraction!" description rather than a band name, like the item in the Terrastock lineup which read "Break (not a band called Break)".

"No" came the answer "I told them on the phone what kind of music we play."

So, there was no support band called "Scar"

(My sisX0r used to be in a band called The Scars. They did not play "Scar", though.)

No, you stumbled onto a conversation involving bad jokes. Which happened to be told at ATP. I don't see why it's so different from any other random bollocks talked on this thread.

We just got the most *amazing* chocolates handed round at work.

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It did make me laugh, though.

(boy, it's slow!)

This is not a situation I find myself in very often. I kinda have this dichotomy - that there are hott boys to be admired and lusted after (usually from afar) but never actually interacted with particularly seriously. And then there are my friends, with whom I can have the interesting conversations and the mental alignment and actual share thoughts and maybe even emotions.

And I'm feeling a bit weird about these boundaries being crossed. Because that way badness lies.

...and suddenly, completely by accident, in trying to get into a semi-flirting, pigtail pulling mock argument, I'm finding someone actually challenging my ideas and expanding my intellectual horizons and talking about things I find really interesting in a way that... well, that I've been trying to get from, but *not* got from, for example, my bandmate/supposed collaboraters in years.

And a bit of me is saying "you're not supposed to *do* that, you're just a bit of trouser to be objectified". And the other half is saying "run away, run away!" When what I really want to be doing is saying "hey! come back here! Did you really just say what I think you said? Do you believe that? Justify/explain yourself and we'll debate whether you're right or wrong - or if right and wrong are concepts that even belong in this argument!"

Argh. Why am I such a stupid mess?

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There's only two categories.

He just made me cry with a single line from a song because it's something *I* once wrote, from the other side.

(I was pointing out that some of Kate's friends clearly fall between the two categories, though it also occurs to me that that's because they aren't being objectified when they become friends, but presumably the transition was made at some point)

I'm fine with men if they're Out Of Bounds for whatever reason - usually through being in a relationship with someone else, through being totally unsuitable for reasons of age or other. Or when I'm just not attracted to them.

It's when it's that strange quasi-land of "available, just not available to me" that it becomes painful.

When you're totally objectifying a bloke to the point where they are just floppy hair and pointy nose, that's keeping them at an emotional distance. No big deal if it doesn't happen and you don't get to touch them, because you don't want anything more than to look. It's when that velvet curtain gets pulled back, and you see a glimpse, not of well-turned heel, but of... brain, soul, heart, essence - and you suddenly think "hang on, actually I want to touch *that*!"

Then it's just too painful.

Oh, and I found that someone has banned my blog! Notoriety!!!

FP, banned blog is always gonna be the outcome when you bang on about a spermcube.

I mean, they tend to idolise Greta Garbo and Liza Minelli. Not Patti Smith.

(shakes head sadly)

so er right, what are we doing tonight? ed, what time should we come round? shall i bring popping corn?

There's actually an interesting thread to be started about how you can become a little more self-confident without turning into a big-headed prick,

i would like one of these too right now, but i think there are a few on old-ilx. that one gr*h*m started about shyness that goes on and on and on for about a million years and actually seems to have lots of sound advice on?

the second one is better. it lives 1km underwater! i would like to do that.

one of these?

dunno. think it was just called SHYNESS.

I'm loving that second giant squid video, absolutely awesome.

Problem is, if I sold it to you, I'd have to buy an actual table to keep my sounddesk on.

YAY for promoters contacting US about gigs, rather than the other way around!

But once you've got a certain reputation and a certain track record, it's nice when people start approaching you because you realise that in some ways, you've proved yourself.

Thanks, Emsk, I've got the Smiths stuck in my head now.

Gooblar?

(Is there more? I'll be jealous if the review is more about Gooblar than about US)

Ebony Bones are very good. Have we seen them again?

* poof *

Come back!

Aaaah, good times. We should do that again. Except I'm not talking to Jim or Jim isn't talking to me, I can't remember which way around it is every time I think I remember it changes if I talk to him, he snubs me, or if he talks to me, I think he's not talking to me so I snub him. It's all too confusing.

I have ONE THING I have to do before I leave and I just cannot bring myself to do it. THis is so stupid. I'm just transfixed by ILX carcrash action.

They are too hardworking for indie.

OTM. I am always thinking I should go see 'em again, but yeah, why this time?

I didn't need to be "perverted" into "performing" my hand-jives and hip-rotations!

ok, i am waiting for spanish trapezist's stuff to be done in washing machine then after i've taken it out i will leave the house.

I have just realised that I cannot do this ONE THING that I have been needing to do before I go, as the critical bit - what DATE it should be filtered on - has been omitted from my brief.

Ah, t minus one minute now.

wait, it's 2.30am

Wait, I'm in the office.

I feel very fuzzy this morning. Ed and Emsk got me drunk and tried to demonstrate this "comedy" thing that they have here in the icen forests of Clerkenwell.

I liked Bill Bailey's fake prog song, that was hilarious. And I think I might have to fall into the Mighty Boosh Crush Fold. Apocalyptic grannies and fake Funkadelic wandering the desert in "it's not a dress, they're the robes of a psychedelic monk!" gear. I like.

Now I am going to have some coffee. Or some lemsip. Or maybe both. I'm not sure in which order.

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What is wrong with the eyebrows of the bloke next to her?

x-post now THAT is an outfit. I used to dress like that in 1991 or so.

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Please pardon my ignorance. I'll email if it's private.

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