Watercooler Sub Zero: Ice Capades

"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?

http://www.forestandbird.org.nz/Marine/sealions/_sealionpups.jpg

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.

Also less long haired elvish, more short haired bohemians.

We need a kate/emsk to provide both Ed and myself with a supply of pretty pictures to look at. They're both good barometers of our tastes!

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I bumped into my ex last night. She said: "oh, I'm doing catwalk modelling for [a bespoke fetishwear company] in January and they don't have any male models - you should get in touch with them!"

I am going to copy and paste a memo which has been sent round the office this morning for your amusement:

Good Morning All,

As some you may be aware there have recently been a few people fall ill with tummy bugs, all within the space of 24-48 hours of each other. Whilst this is very likely to be a bizarre coincidence, in the interest of your safety, we are taking the following two precautions.

I have ordered replacement filters for the Water coolers (which were not due to be replaced until February). Bottled water will be available from later on this morning until the filters have been checked/replaced.

I have instructed a test of the Air-conditioning and a thorough clean of the filters to ensure there are no germs being circulated.

Many thanks

Company Office Manager

DAMN WATERCOOLERS MAKING US SICK!!!!

I'm drinking tap water today which is bleecchhhh

Suggestions:
Make sure all words are spelled correctly.
Try different keywords.
Try more general keywords.
Try fewer keywords.

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.

http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/42573000/jpg/_42573883_jamesmpa.jpg

http://storage.msn.com/x1peeY_XdtgO23-Ypw5Ql8Wvv-CK4Cqnt9ePh3BChGnTT9DLnbVZRAMtvRXY8mVSPXembX1-5qjtLqmWGr1MjOp075SdSENS_VvARAUAge5FSNFshqac0HQF7SoEQp-WvgkYX2kYtATrDI

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.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/mightyboosh/images/wallpaper/640/boosh3.jpg

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

UK Watercooler Whatever: Searching For The New Sound