Eating does come into it, methinks. xpost
“come into it”
I can’t remember, what with being celibate and all. Is it like eating toast and spaghetti in bed?
I only saw half of the first song, I’m afraid. Did the Freezer run out of steam?
£1.62 can buy you Some Chips. Fat + carbs != wildly unstable metabolism, no not at all.
Is it like eating toast and spaghetti in bed?
It is if you’re doing it wrong.
Or really well, depending on your predilection.
“But why must I explain myself! Excuse myself! Why must I justify with my Honesty and Compassion my desires! So I have desires—only they’re endless. Endless! And that, that may not be such a blessing, taking for the moment a psychoanalytic point of view . . . But then all the unconscious can do anyway, so Freud tells us, is want. And want! And WANT! Oh, Freud, do I know!”
you have to come into it first
I’m hitting that afternoon lull.
I haven’t started doing any work yet. This project is gonna be fucked.
I just got a cheese and nonion sammich and some cheese and nonion crisps. £1.50.
Literature has all the answers, doesn’t it?
Just finished building a bike for someone—pinarello carbon fibre frame, campag eurus wheels, ultegra groupset. It looks pretty fancy.
Yexpost.
AAARRRGGGG ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH
Oh why did I drink so much last night? I knew I should have gone home after the gig. Gooblar, I curse you and the PBW and your hangover inducing ways.
Will this hangover ever go away?
Next time after a gig, I’m not going drinking afterwards. Not for all the pretty boys in Canada.
hello! hurrah finally it sent me a password! last night was wicked. no hangover but i didn’t wake up til like 11 or something (not bad, i think we left the bar at 4? so i prob got home about 5/5.30) so am very glad i am not working today.
HURRAH though, i am back at the lovely job from tues :) and then i have another one the week after that. lovely lady at temping agency told me lovely things about people saying lovely stuff.
My lack of password has been distressing too, hence my long silence on the boards. Yay to people saying nice things about you! (tho why anyone would say anything otherwise is quite beyond me)
I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna be here a million years, but I ain’t leaving until I’ve cracked this tricky problem with the Data Profile Co-efficients.
Hey help me think of a name for my quiz team for a BIG quiz tomorrow nite. So far all suggestions haf been v.lame, currently various puns on acting/actors (too dire to mention here) are being considered, but none of them are any good.
Too hungover to think of funnies. :-(
Oh, the crapulent abyss, the chasm of the aftereffects. I think I may still have been drunk this morning when I woke up.
Why do I have to be such a freak? Why can’t I just be normal for once in my life? It’s not fair. :-(
No wait.....“The Crapulent Abyss”?
No.
The Late Fear and the Potato Fear?
IRL boys—BAD
Pop star boys—GOOD
Well, I’ve totally fucked that up. Oh well.
I am getting nothing at all for Christmas except my ticket to ATP.
I haven’t dated anyone for, ooh, years and years and years, but I think if you are struggling to talk to someone and need the pointers of interweb mentalists also not in relationships as a guide for how to hold a conversation, then that’s a sign right there that this isn’t perhaps the person for you. You will KNOW when you click with someone, when conversation comes easily. Do you struggle this much to become friends with people? The process is pretty much the same.
I am appalling at picking team names in pub quizzes, sorry. I also tend to be quite drunk and laugh heartily at everyone else’s amusing efforts before forgetting all about them by the end of the night. Sorry. Anyway, the pubs round our way just have smutty innuendo-laden names, not clever witticisms. (and no, I can’t remember any of them)
Yeah, coz, like all connections with people are *instant* and no one on a first date is *ever* shy or nervous or, like, needs a bit of drawing out.
Lessons learned: I am just such a freaking mentalist. And all efforts to make myself *not* look like a mentalist will only make me look like more of a mentalist.
Why? Seriously, are you people like this when you go out and meet new people in the pub, at work, go for a drink with mates and they bring someone along you don’t know but end up sitting next to, etc? Take some pressure of yourselves!
Actually, Ken sort of said this already, didn’t he? This:
i much prefer to just try and have a good time than seeing a date as some kind of data mining exercise with speed and efficiency being an issue! see in my ideal date either person will just start talking about anything, interest or not, and the other will listen and respond accordingly, with no agenda like “i’m going to find out this this this and this about you by 9:15 and then i’ll tell you how much i like the same thing” because i find that that usually hinders a genuine conversation.
Seriously, it’s not that hard to talk to people! And if you have issues with talking to and dealing with people in general, perhaps you might want to address that before expecting to snare the love of your life over the course of an agenda-laden evening?
xpost
Dating always looks so freaking simple, when you’re married, doesn’t it?
But yeah, you’re right, I’m a psycho and a mentalist and have no business even speaking to people in the first place, as I’ve proved over and over again.
God, I need sleep.
Kate, I know you think this entire thread is about you, but I was directing advice in general to anyone who cared to read it. Don’t be so paranoid! As I recall, it wasn’t even you who brought up the subject of what to talk about on dates, was it?
Yes, I’m married. There’s a reason I got that way too. But, yeah, as someone who successfully dated someone to the point that we realised that we got on well enough to continue doing this for the rest of my life, I thought I may be in a position to offer advice (and, FYI, not that it’s any of your business, I went through a fuckload of disastrous soul-destroying relationships built on desperation, nothing, sex, all manner of doomed-to-failure reasons before this one turned up).
But I guess I’m just a “smug married” in your eyes, rather than someone who learned a bit about how to do this relationship stuff successfully. Sorry for thinking my experience was relevant.
(btw, if people in relationships piss you off so much, why do you want to be in one so much?)
G wants this posted here, he has no PW so he can’t
PLUR
My tip for getting rid of dating awkwardness: make sure one of you misses your last train home! It distracts you enough to make sure the awkwardness evaporates, and it’s an amusing story to tell the grandchildren!
(Morning! Happy December! White rabbits!)
Hares.
Morning. I would take snow over this soul-crushing grey, I tells ya.
I kinda like grey December mornings. It’s makes everywhere a pretty perpetual twilight.
I really don’t have a problem talking to people IRL (as anybody who’s met me IRL will testify), it’s just randomly thinking about stuff to chat about when you don’t know anything about the person you’re chatting to—that’s the one that confuses me. The whole concept of “having an in” I can go with. It’s not really about going in with an agenda, unless the only thing on the agenda is “getting to know you”, which I hardly think is underhand.
But yeh, I do need to take the pressure of myself—I really do feel that I HAVE to at least have an opinion of someone after a few hours, otherwise what’s the point? Although maybe this is where I’m going wrong . . .
DURHAM—The robber was holding a gun to 5-year-old Mary Long’s head when a 3-foot-tall Mighty Morphin Power Ranger leapt into the room.
“Get away from my family,” 4-year-old Stevie Long shouted, punctuating his screams with swipes of his plastic sword and hearty “yah, yahs.”
The robber and his accomplice, who was waiting outside the apartment Friday night, fled with credit cards, jewelry, cash and other items that Stevie’s mother, Jennifer Long, dumped from her purse.
“I scared the bad guys away,” Stevie said Tuesday evening at the apartment at 901 Chalk Level Road in north Durham.
Two men had approached Jennifer Long’s boyfriend and his son Friday night as they stood outside the apartments she helps manage, according to a police report. The strangers asked for pot, and then a cigarette, and as the son went to get one, both men pulled guns, police said.
One stayed with the boyfriend as the other forced the son back into the apartment, police said. Inside were Jennifer Long, a cousin, Stevie, Mary and two other children, police said.
They were forced on the floor. The robber pointed the gun at Mary and a 1-year-old girl named Sierra, said Stevie’s uncle, Bernie Evans, 33, who lives above the Longs.
Enter Stevie.
“During the robbery, a ... boy snuck into his bedroom, dressed himself in a Power Ranger costume and armed himself with a plastic sword,” police said. “The child then exited his room and approached the armed suspect, in an attempt to protect his family.”
Relatives said the robber abandoned plans to take Stevie’s mother to an ATM to withdraw cash when he saw Stevie.
“It tripped him out, and that’s when they moved on,” said Evans, who did not witness the incident. Jennifer Long declined to comment, saying her employers at the apartment complex would not allow it.
Stevie likes to think he cuts an intimidating figure in his red-and-black mask and foam suit that replicates the rippling muscles of the kiddie adventure show heroes. But Evans said the robber was more startled that Stevie was able to retreat to his bedroom and morph.
Fantasy, reality
Though the robbers wore no masks, victims could only give vague descriptions of them. Police have no suspects in this or the other 10 armed robberies reported in Durham in the past six days, said Kammie Michael, a spokeswoman.
Evans said family members are struggling to help their children understand their ordeal. A counselor said Stevie needs to improve his distinction between fantasy and reality, said Heather Evans, Stevie’s aunt.
“He fully believed he morphed,” she said.
Mary grasps her danger better. She stayed home from school Monday and Tuesday.
“My doctor said I get a day off,” she said.
“My mommy said I was crying in my sleep because I had bad dreams.”
Dates make me want to say really stupid things and ramble on, based on the idea that if we can get through me talking crap, we can get through anything. It’s not really an effective strategy, unless there are girls who want to go out with a surreal woody allen impression.
now about “norfolk enchance”, dr c?
Dates make me want to say really stupid things and ramble on, based on the idea that if we can get through me talking crap, we can get through anything. It’s not really an effective strategy, unless there are girls who want to go out with a surreal woody allen impression.
but if there are, then it’s CASH IN.
i’m currently basing my dating on the hope of meeting someone who is into fried chicken, puns, kissing, DDR and playing sports. i set a pretty touch standard on my dates! but that’s a choice rather than a fate.
i have never been on A Date!
I don’t think I’ve been on a real actual date, either.
Evans said family members are struggling to help their children understand their ordeal. A counselor said Stevie needs to improve his distinction between fantasy and reality, said Heather Evans, Stevie’s aunt.
“He fully believed he morphed,” she said.
They obviously explained to the kid that he under no circumstances was to accurately describe any of the bad guys to the police, right?
I hadn’t until recently, they are fun.
**now about “norfolk enchance”, dr c? **
That’s great, Ken! We are the defending champs, so we ought to have a folk enchance, BUT....I like it.
Maybe you have been on a date emsk, but just didn’t know it . . .
In (x location) the dates go on YOU?
?? how? oh fuckit, i’m going back to bed. no! i need to go and rescue my bike.
Morning, people. I have just been robbed. BY CHARITY
*cut to emsk’s bike tied to a railroad track, with an evil moustached villain (looking suspiciously like FP) cackling portentously behind a rock.*
Or not like that at all?
Hey! I don’t have a moustache!
Morning, people. I have just been robbed. BY CHARITY
Like that, but with more slippers.
Bah, didn’t want to embed teh image anyway. All my old l33t HTML skills have fallen by the wayside. How do you do it in Sandbox ILX?
<img src=“whatever” />
I think
*cut to emsk’s bike tied to a railroad track, with an evil moustached villain (looking suspiciously like FP) cackling portentously behind a rock.*
Or not like that at all?
eheh no not really! i left it at the shimura sisters’ house the other night bc it got a puncture which i fixed but then when i tried to leave it had another one and it was 1am and i couldn’t be arsed, just wanted to get moving, plus they had to go to sleep. i am bloody sick of it taking twice as long to get everywhere. and i had to miss the end of the monade gig last night to get the last train. and monade were ACE.
GOOD MORNING!!! Afternoon, whatever it is now.
God, I was tired and emotional yesterday. I’m back on top of the world today, and everything is wonderful. Hurrah! It’s Friday, let the flirting commence. Except, bah, I’m on Month End today, boo hiss, etc.
HOORAY!
does anyone want to drink some beer this evening?
I’ve been listening to That Dog all morning. GOd, I love That Dog.
“A drunken kiss and a drunken night
Hungover morning and a sobering cry”
...with multitudes of girly harmonies and magnificent violins going everywhere. I wonder if I can get Frances to do some violining for us—she said she was perfectly happy to record with us.
also, I’m at the LAST CHAPTER of Julie Burchill. She actually made me LAUGH OUT LOUD SO HARD that people moved away from me on the train this morning. Like, crying, I was laughing so hard. She is wicked and evil and terrible, but she is just SO VERY FUNNY. I’d forgive her anything.
Also, Gooblar, what was that you quoted up there? Is that Portnoy’s Complaint? Who’s it by? I’m going book shopping this weekend, maybe I should get it.
I’m not going to get out of work until 10 or so, but if you’re still drinking, I’m there, Ed.
yes! xpost
Are you in town, TISSP!? Clerkenwell is a long way to go for a beer from Cambridge!
no, but i will drink with you in SPIRIT
(perhaps we can have a live satellite link up)
i will be in town next thursday evening though
Oh no, TISSP and Stence in town at the same time, I will EXPLODE.
(i will only be there for a couple of hours though, so unless anyone wants to drink in KX for an hour, things may not work out :( )
OH OH OH but what are you people doing on the 9TH OF JANUARY?
by which i mean the 13TH, of course
I have no idea! That’s, like, next year!
I know! Normally I wouldn’t have a clue myself but it’s my BIRTHDAY PARTY!
AAAAAHHHH!!! OK, I am going to your birthday party, then.
yay!
beer tonight—mebbe—i am thinking of either going to see the rebeccas somewhere in whitechapel (don’t know anything about them, the belgian wants to go) or future of the left (ex-mclusky) @ lumi. where are you thinking of drinking?
Oh damn, that’s only 3 days after my wrist operation. I’ll probably be wearing a brace and not very mobile with my hand.
Wherever there is beer and company. Xpost
you don’t need a hand to drink
And hott boys:
x-post!
I do so need hands to drink! How else am I going to hold the booze? And I refuse to drink booze through a straw. (Especially magic straws like Suzy tried the other night.)
But no. Hott boys shall never lead me into the Chasm of the Delayed Aftereffects again.
I will hold the bottle of tequila for you! We can get a funnel and everything!
Get behind me, Satan.
AND NO GRABBING MY ASS WHILE YOU’RE BACK THERE.
you have another hand kate! unless... unless... i’ve been missing something?
That is my left hand. My left hand does not know what my right hand is doing. That’s how I play guitar, after all!
TSM boys are always on time. They have watches!
pwnd
Kate, we will pour the beer down your throat for you. No hands necessary.
However, Clerkenwell is also far for me... this week (wiggles eyebrows suggestively)!
ha ha! x-post
oh god i’m so bored today
i am seriously tempted to start playing civ right here, right now
lunch suggestions for under £1, anyone?
(since i woz robbed)
Not allowed to talk about Civ here, tissp. The rule is “take it to ILG”.
I have so much to do today... arggh. But can’t start any of it just yet.
You can get an egg mayo sammich at Sainsburys for 95p, I think.
4 packets of noodles.
have bad chest, up the last few nights coughing & spluttering, got appointement @ doctors this am, 10.40. finally got seen @ 11.50. annoyed.
hmmm, i’m limited to tesco sandwich wise, but they may have equally cheap ones, assuming the hoardes haven’t eaten them all already! the noodles are a good plan, but i have no way of cooking them (i tried to do it in the microwave once and it was a terrible disaster. we don’t speak of that anymore)
fucking hell pash, that’s pretty bad
I was going to say, why are you complaining about being seen ten minutes late, then saw the hour. Jeez! That is bad!
Happens, though, when one of the doctors is off sick, and the others end up having to take up their patients as well as their own. That’s what happened last time I went to the Dr.
The rule is “take it to ILG”
but but there is no ILG to take it to :(
I don’t make the rules, I’m just quoting from experience.