I dunno, I did once treat the internets as a competition, and won a copy of “Spiritualised live at the Royal Albert Hall”
Kate, I think I’m about as far from your ideal man as you can get, but here are my eyelashes:
Aw, no more castle. Boo.
I’ve slid back into depression over the past few days, which is teh suck. Sometimes it’s like slipping back into a lukewarm bath, long after it’s stopped being comfortable, just because it’s familiar.
And even more suck because I feel like I’m not even allowed to talk about the things that are the triggers, I’ll just be shouted at and told I’m not allowed to feel the things I feel.
Sigh.
Ah well. There was a boy on the bus this morning with a nose as pointed as the prow of a ship, pale strawberry blond hair and eyelashes that were almost white, though half an inch long. Beauty. Beauty is really the only thing that ever makes me feel any better.
Argh, and there’s system crap this morning that I’m getting the blame for because people have been running reports that they shouldn’t
Argh, I also forgot to buy a travelcard this morning. So I guess I got a free ride to work. I can’t believe it was that easy, that there really was nothing or no one to stop me. I’m far too honest to do this on a regular basis, but it’s pretty tempting.
Streatham (no barrier) to City Thameslink (no barrier) then a bendy bus from there to Holborn.
OK, I’m going to go to Farringdon on my way home, and will have to buy a ticket home there, but honestly. I could retrace my steps and get a whole day’s free travel.
In case it wasn’t clear to you, people, let me lay it out for you. The guy who jumps on the grenade to save the rest of the patrol DIES. Everybody else happily kills the hapless Germans in the bunker, wander into the village where they are fed farm-fresh omelettes/ Subsequently they recieve commendations, eventually settle down with buxom maidens, become prosperous local businessmen, and have many, many children. (Once every five years or so they remember the dead guy.)
whut?
I think that was meant to go on the CoD3 thread.
Ha ha ha, Mitya, I’ve done the exact same thing myself, Once I typed out a snarky response to something on ile w/my head down, looking at the keybard, hit tab then return, looked up, only to find I’d posted in in a thread at the-gas-station!
I am sucked into the vlaanderen vortex. I am waiting for other things to be done before I can complete my work.
Argh, that is the worst. I’m not waiting for anyone but my own lazy ass. I’m having to get motivated because today is the last full day I’ll have to do stuff before monthend.
And New Order on the headphones, trying to get psyched up. Bleurgh.
I’m just in one of those “nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I’m gonna eat some worms” moods.
Oh, BTW, Pash—“Western Brass” is really, really lovely! I like it a lot. Very stately and beautiful.
NO WORM EATING.
Hi there. First class of the last day was strangely shitty. Students (as I might have expected) didn’t want to talk about A Modest Proposal, or their favorite texts from the term, or how much they love me. They just wanted to get it over with and back to their LIVES. Can’t blame ’em, I suppose.
I’m hoping (and guessing) that the other class (which, is, it must be said, usually the ‘good’ class) will be a lot better.
But... but... A Modest Proposal is brilliant! Damn unworthy students.
For serious. Actually, one student (I knew he was going to do this) responded to my opening gambit (“What did we think about A Modest Proposal?”) with a totally straight-faced endorsement of Swift’s proposal, talking about how it is a brilliant political solution to a difficult problem, how it’s still applicable today, especially considering the population explosion in China, etc.
No one in the class said a fcking thing.
Are you sure said student isn’t an ILX0r?
(though man, what a stiff bunch they are if they can’t even be wound up by such a wind-up.)
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No, I knew which thread I was posting on. Isn’t this for random work-related venting (yes yes and DDBs and pointy-nosed boys).
Sigh.
Nobody knows what this thread is for except Kaet. And that’s subject to change at short notice.
You are expected to take a grenade for your colleagues? Now that seems extreme, Mitya.
What’s extreme? It’s Russia.
MySpace downloading is mysteriously working for me again. I’ve got Pashmina’s track, the new Bronsteins track and all Gooblar’s stuff. What else can I download that will amuse me?
The comeback, to a honest acceptance to a modest proposal, is to tell said smart arse student that his modest proposal won’t work as chinese babies aren’t nearly as edible as irish ones.
Why? Are there EU directives on the edibility of babies?
Oooh, so this where you all went! I don’t know, you leave for a little bit so you can help a bunch of teachers understand that opening zip files in Word isn’t going to help them write their reports, and *poof* ILX disappears again.
I have just got back from raiding Borders for my grandmother’s Christmas present, a rather oversize book of maps of the world from the Middle Ages. And it’s now a month until I fly away to America for the New Year...these happy thoughts are fighting away the ickyness of being covered from head to foot in water from a passing lorry earlier this morning. At least I’m dry now!
Aw, can I made like the Big Bad Wolf with your grandmother in order to get that present? that sounds awesome!
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Is that why it’s traditional at baby showers in China to give bottles and soy sauce or mustard?
(ewww)
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Haha, she’s still quite spry! And if she takes a swing at you with it, well, I’m thinking a light concussion at the least! I do like a book that can be used as an effective weapon if needs require...
afternoon
workcrush makes the day go speedy
ogle ogle rowr
I think I’ve offended mine crush. He took down the photo I commented on.
:-(
Worms, worms, worms...
Are you telling me I couldn’t nick a book from a grannie? Next you’ll be telling me I couldn’t take candy from a baby. OK, I probably couldn’t, but there’s no reason to rub it in.
babies always manage to slobber on the candy before i can get it away from them
(see i told you i’d register)
My grey hairs are outta control. I made a pact with myself not to pluck them any more, and now I’ve got a PATCH of them. I can count at least 3 sprouting from the top of my head. They’re thicker than my normal hair, so they stick out, too. I’m dying to pluck them out, but then I’d be bald soon. :-(
Yo, Gooblar, what on earth do you use to make that noise that sounds like a piano being pushed off a cliff and run through a giant spring reverb, faintly in the background on Twentieth Century?
No problem Gerry, since it was you ,I took it as a joke anyway.
How is everyone today?
Honestly, if I remember right, I did that in GarageBand, without even a proper keyboard (I used my laptop keyboard). I think we then ran it through one of Willy’s ProTools add-on effects (I know there’s a technical term for those, but it’s eluding me), can’t remember which one.
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Wow. Mitya posted on (sandbox)ILM. Never seen him post there before.
It’s a nice reverb patch.
And it’s one of those sounds I couldn’t tell if it was guitar or piano or what, which I kinda like. Those instrument hybrids you can make in sequencers.
A fringe benefit of working in a belgian office appears to be pretty good coffee and an endless supply of really good chocolate biscuits.
gonna have to start watercooler -1 soon
I doubt we’ll hit 1000 posts in a week. There aren’t that many pointy noses in London.
man, I’m jealous. I want chocolate biscuits.
The biscuit seems to be but a carrier for a brick thick layer of chocolate on top.
Further ‘coolers here shoul incrent in i.
Oh! I know those biscuits. You can get them here, though I forget the name. They are the best thing ever for dipping in coffee or tea.
It’s funny, I never dip chocolate biscuits in tea on the few occasions I have it. Digestives or Rich Tea biscuits or Ginger Nuts on the other hand get dunked(not the choco versions though).
I suppose the chocolate biscuits are better in coffee, really.
But anything that goes in coffee, I’m perfectly happy to dip in tea.
I don’t like coffee and I very rarely have tea, but I have been having a cup of tea before bed several times in the last couple of weeks.
My dad likes his coffee though, my mum prefers tea but occasionally has coffee.
I actually used to post much much more on ILM, but after a while I got tired of feeling like everyone had already discussed everything before.
Morning cooler residents. I got myself so wired on office coffee yesterday that I spent till 2am reading jane austen. Maybe it is time for a fiction jag. Recommend me some books (although I think if fiction is the order of the day then beyond black or my name is red are on the cards next).
Good morning! I did some aromatherapy this morning and now I feel SPARKLING and ENERGISED. I never thought that stuff worked.
After Pride and Prejudice, you should read Thackeray’s Vanity Fair, Ed. It is the dark, evil, hillarious Julie Burchill side of Austen’s world.
Morning!
In the past few months, I’ve seen a few people. And all those relationships have involved me travelling off long distances to meet people.
I’ve got a date, of sorts, tonight. And for the first time ever, someone is willing to travel a fair way to meet *me*.
Robert Tressel beckons as well
It is going to be almost impossible to keep mine mind on work today.
Rob Tres! It’s like “Auf Wiedersehen Pet” with less jokes.
I laffed when the foreman killed himself.
I know nothing of this in the icen forests of Holborn.
It is going to be almost impossible to keep mine mind on work today.
You’re not the only one!
Ed just messaged from his BOOZE KROOZE.
Mmmm, strawberry beer.
It’s far too long since I’ve had some.
(ie, that trip to London at the end of June)
No work for me! I truly have nothing to do today.
I am wagging it from work 2day. We was booze-croozing up Ullswater on Saturday. Mulled wine mmmmmmmmmmm [/Homer]
Nope, another message came through said no strawberry. I asked for apple and peach instead.
Strawberry Beer sounds intriguing. I had garlic beer once, and it was truly vile.
Morning everybodypeeps! Is the person coming to see you the person you went to visit recently, FP? If so, I hope that all continues to work out well for you both :)
I am looking forward to the weekend too—my husband is taking me off to Bath for a dirty weekend to do some Christmas shopping on Friday and Saturday. Two whole days without kids!
I should have some coffee and FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS and maybe set up some new users and change some account managers or something.
But I’d rather choose pictures of my cute bandmates.
I love dirty weekends Bath.
What is a dirty weekend? I can’t remember.
Is the person coming to see you the person you went to visit recently, FP?
Ah. No.
None of us can keep track of FP’s affairs.
Oh, sorry FP! :(
We’ve been married for yonks, so a ‘dirty weekend’ for us usually just means one where we get very muddy taking the dog for a walk across the fields. Hopefully, it won’t be like that this weekend (we are not taking the dog with us).
None of us can keep track of FP’s affairs.
Including me, I think sometimes.
Today’s traffic jam posting comes courtesy of a raising canal bridge in aalst, incidentally next to the tate and lyle factory.
jam ... sugar ....
Tate and Lyle are stalking you this week, Ed.
La la la, the list of books I’ve read before I die took up some time. Kinda crap list, though. (And quite, quite male, but that’s to be expected.)
The funny thing for me was actually noticing how much of the “female canon” (such as we’ll call it) I had actually read.
What female canon? You mean, like every Austen or Atwood or Eliot book ever written?
Neil from Dandelion Radio came up with the most absurd way of dealing with my crush on PBW ever:
that I should actually TALK to him.
Utterly absurd! I could never do that!
HAHAHAHAHA!
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no, i just meant the specific women-authored books on that list (a fair number of which now seem reasonably obscure to me).
You know he might have a point (Neil).
::hides behind amplifier::
omg just do it.
I can’t actually *talk* to cute boys. They are not like other mortals. They laugh at my puny efforts.
Besides, whenever I try to talk to a cute boy, my brain totally malfunctions, and I either start going “ugh, me like you, want give you thing, ugh” like a cavewoman who has no concept of speech or else I start immediately tearing off about 4 dimensional modular forms or something completely indecipherable.
No, it’s all a very bad idea.
just forget it then.
“ugh, me like you, want give you thing, ugh”
This sometimes works.
Either that, or if I have the slightest amount of alcohol in my system, I become a totally arrogant egomonster and start trying to hit on cute boy by saying totally offensive things like “Huh, you’re a pretty good guitarist... FOR A BOY!!!” and then wonder why they are running away from me and not laughing at my funnies and letting me buy them drinks as an excuse to stare at their eyelashes.
gnngh, who are the mods on sandbox?
Why do you need a mod?
Because I’m painfully useless with men?
Argh, someone just left their drink in the coffeemachine and I sprayed scalding hot tea all over myself trying to get it out. Bah!
stet are the mods on sandbox
g-kit don’t go.
I’ll do a sad.
:-(
stet divvying out mod privs. Pash + whoever Pash added.
Oh come on, it would be really funny to make me a mod.
I’d be good. I promise!
tissp for mod etc etc
i agree with my esteemed collegue tissp
Who is this fake TISSP!? throw him out! On his ear!
thankyou tissp and tissp. the replicator will be back under control very soon.
If you’re making spare TISSP!s can I have one please? Just make sure I get the one with the pointiest nose.
::BOUNCE::
How am I supposed to keep the NERVOUS EXCITEMENT under control for the next hour?
Sigh.
That’s Amber!
(although the one in the mirror isn’t!)
Ha ha, the more things change, the more they stay the same...
Boycrush Pusher
Totally crushed out, infatuated beyond a doubt
Prettiest boy I ever saw, every time I see him wanna be around him more
Gosh, I catch him smiling every time I look
Wanna scribble his name in my notebook
Catch myself spinning reams of awful teenage poetry
A thousand different rhymes for how lovely he looks recently
Tousled blond hair blue eyes beneath
Every time he looks at me I forget how to breathe
Chorus:
Peter make me feel 15 years young
Peter make me feel there’s still silly love songs to be sung
Prettiest boy I ever saw
Every time I see him wanna be around him more
Infatuated beyond a doubt
Totally crushed out
Stutter mutter mumble cough if I try to talk I embarrass myself
Open my mouth, there’s no sound I’m finding lame excuses just to hang around
Why won’t my brain behave like it ought?
He robs my mind of intelligent thought
Chorus
Don’t dare to dream or think what comes next
Wouldn’t wanna ruin this with sex
Never get old, never get bored, never have to worry about being disloyal
Unrequited love never has to spoil