yes, I just remembered which house I was living in at the time and realised it must have been two years ago.
What’s everyone doing at the weekend?
Hopefully taking someone away for the weekend!
(I don’t like to say “I *am* taking...” because I’m sure if I do that I’ll jinx everything and five minutes later she’ll email me telling me she has to cancel)
Gooblar, dude, is that the weather in Jersey? Or Bermuda?
Jersey! I think they outlawed winter here, as it wasn’t politically feasible for Christmas shopping.
Bette Midler’s on Martha (American TV!) because tonight’s the first night of Hanukkah, and, um, she’s promoting her new Christmas album.
WTF? I was always jealous of the Jewish kids at school, because no only did they get all the Jewish holidays, but they got all the Christian ones as well. That’s just SO not fair.
That was when I told my school I was gonna start taking obscure Celtic holidays like Samhain and Beltaine.
They “got” all the Christian ones.
We didn’t have a choice! We got all the Jewish holidays and “got” all the Christian holidays shoved down our throats!
does Pastafarianism have any holidays? I wouldn’t like to think that the works of the Flying Spaghetti Monster were going uncelebrated....
A day off school is still a day off! I’d have celebrated Zoroastrianism if it’d got me more holidays!
Yeah, as if we got Jewish holidays off school. (OK, maybe a day a year)
my weekend :
tonight : I really feel like going out and getting wrecked, but I am babysitting for my nephew while my sis goes out and gets wrecked instead.
saturday : a.m buy a christmas tree! p.m Xmas shopping in town followed by BIG beeeeer and chinese food with lots of friends. Also mrs dr c has been in a play which finishes tomorrow, so there will be much associated revelry there.
sunday : recover. play guitar. do stuff with kids like put the tree up.
I went to a religious school, and the Jewish kids always got given their own holidays off! Everyone else had to go to school, but they got the day off.
I actually wanna buy a Christmas Yule Tree this year. They’ve got living ones across the road, and even though I seem to be able to kill every plant (except the ficus) dead that comes through my door, I’d love to have a living gymnosperm in the garden. I could reuse it every year!
Plus, tree worship is totally pagan. I love it.
I’ve already had the big argument with my brother about Winter Consumerfest that we have every year which ends with him telling me the British economy is going to shit and it’s like DUDE!!! It’s your currency that’s turned to monopoly money, not mine! And then he calls me a raging liberal and I call him a tory and try to throttle him for eating all the mincepies and my mum has to separate us. Except I call him by his real name for the rest of the season which really winds him up. Hah!
Yeah, the British economy’s in a LOT of trouble.
Except I worshipped as a GOD here because my wallet’s full of ££££££.
“Look upon a real currency and DESPAIR!!!”
What is Latin for James? I feel another windup session coming on.
Jacob-something
Iacobius? Like Jacobite?
I thought Jacob was a different name from James, as there’s both Jacobs and James in the Bible.
Ah!
James is English form of the Late Latin Jacomus which was derived from Ιακωβος (Iakobos), the New Testament Greek form of יַעֲקֹב (Ya’aqov) (see JACOB). This is the name of two apostles in the New Testament. The first was Saint James the Greater, the apostle John’s brother, who was beheaded by Herod Agrippa in the Book of Acts. The second was James the Lesser, son of Alphaeus. Another James (known as James the Just) is also mentioned in the Bible as being the brother of Jesus.
(I wonder if that greek and hebrew will post)
While Jacob is From the Latin Jacobus, which was from the Greek Ιακωβος (Iakobos), which was from the Hebrew name יַעֲקֹב (Ya’aqov). In the Old Testament, Jacob (later called Israel) was the son of Isaac and Rebecca and the father of the twelve founders of the twelve tribes of Israel. He was born holding his twin brother Esau’s heel, and his name is explained as meaning “holder of the heel” or “supplanter”. Other theories claim that it is in fact derived from a hypothetical name like יַעֲקֹבְאֵל (Ya’aqov’el) meaning “may God protect”.
Ha ha, it’s Diego in Spanish. I’ll start calling him that to REALLY wind him up, considering how much he freaked out when my mum said she was learning Spanish.
Wait, is this your brother?
’Cause I think I saw him on tv once.
No, that is not my brother. (Who is that? I don’t recognise American politicos any more.)
Dammit, I’m trying to remember what his fake Republican name is that he writes his windup articles under, but I forget. I want to say Milton Keynes but that’s too funny for him.
Wow, this site has some wacky name meanings! I’ve never heard that my name comes from Hecate before! Awesome, I like that so much better than “pure”.
From the Greek name Áéêáôåñéíç (Aikaterine). The etymology is debated: it could derive from the earlier Greek name ‘Åêáôåñéíç (Hekaterine), which came from ‘åêáôåñïò (hekateros) “each of the two”; it could derive from the name of the goddess HECATE; it could be related to Greek áéêéá (aikia) “torture”; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning “my consecration of your name”. The Romans associated it with Greek êáèáñïò (katharos) “pure” and changed their spelling from Katerina to Katharina to reflect this. The name belonged to a 4th-century saint and martyr from Alexandria who was tortured on the famous Catherine wheel. Another saint by this name was Catherine of Siena, a 14th-century mystic. This name was also borne by two empresses of Russia, including Catherine the Great, and by three of Henry VIII’s wives.
Also, aikia means “torture” in Greek, bwah hah hah hah.
Oh no, that Greek didn’t work. :-(
Ha, and I thought it was the root for torture in Swedish...
Excellent. My mum has just gone to work. She brings the dog and he runs around for a bit before he hops into her Caddy, the door shuts, off they go. She has just spent the past half hour telling me that I shouldn’t disrespect GWB and that Obama has Parkinson’s.
::bashes head against desk::
At least my brother hates Bush as much as I do, albeit for different reasons.
Nope, he ain’t biting. Must be at work or something. Dammit, I’m bored. Who else can I wind up?
My mum is online, but only to tell me she’s leaving for the airport.
She just asked me about U Tube. WTF? Does she mean the train? Or the website?
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Northeast
Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.
What American accent do you have?
(The little graph thing won’t turn up on ILX.)
Oh Noes!
What American accent do you have? Your Result: The West
Your accent is the lowest common denominator of American speech. Unless you’re a SoCal surfer, no one thinks you have an accent. And really, you may not even be from the West at all, you could easily be from Florida or one of those big Southern cities like Dallas or Atlanta.
The Midland Boston North Central Philadelphia The Northeast The South The Inland North What American accent do you have?
What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Northeast
Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.
Hahaha
What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Northeast
Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.
Philadelphia The Inland North The Midland The South Boston The West North Central What American accent do you have?
I’m not from America.
That’s hilarious. I think Northeast is the default, actually, if you don’t have any serious regional indicators.
My answer was basically “different” to every one.
They didn’t actually have anything that wound indicate the Awl-benny accent that’s closest to my “Merkin” accent.
OK, no, no, NO to squeaking Joanna Newsome. How does that keep getting in my playlist?
I’ve got the germination of an interesting idea WRT where to go next with music.
Joanna Newsome is great.
Kate, Psychic Ills—Dins?
Some of it was OK but there was a lot of wibble.
I thought you liked wibble?
Sometimes.
I bet you didn’t listen to the Secret Machines’ Christmas Carol!
No one is responding to any of my email and that makes me sad.
:-(
I did play it.
But cha hated it?
Email! No, it’s more spam. Bah. There’s more spam than there is real email, these days, isn’t there?
I should give up and go home. My mum will be here tomorrow and then there will be the endless entertainment of FITE!!!ing.
It didn’t have enough wibble. It weebled and it wobbled but it never fell down.
My gmail seems to get about 40 spam hits a day.
My ISP email gets about the same. No idea why that started getting hit by it all a few months ago, I never used to get any.
My gmail gets about 2,000 a month, roughly.
Most are to the address I use here. Which I have only ever used here, so has only ever been visible to ILX logins and people who have subscribed to threads.
lol@“flirtomatic” flash advert @ the top of “myspace” page.
maybe it was supposed to say “furvirtomatic” but they got caught out by spell-chech or something.
Morning, all.
Morning, Mitya! I have fucked my PC up a bit, so I’m posting thisusing Lynx.
On the other hand, the weekend was rather fun.
Lynx is fun, too. (At least that’s what I remember from 1995!)
Eagerly awaiting tantalizing tidbits about your latest adventures with The Goth. ;)
Morning everyone!
You’ll be pleased to hear that the xmas party on thursday was a throughlly enjoyable event. The soviet theme was tenious at best, but the food was tasty and plentiful, and alcohol was flowing, and I got to dance like a monkey for as good portion of the night. I did find my elven beauty in a satin dress, thought that the coincidence was too much to NOT be fate, then realised it WAS just a coincidence when I spotted her 10 minutes later snogging her boyfriend :(
The only sex life I have these days is lived vicariously through FP!
Good morning!
My mum is here so we’re going through a period of adjustment, but I’m happy to report we haven’t fought yet. This is good. I think she has learned not to even speak to me before breakfast. It’s weird to have someone pestering you for conversations during meals. I’m not used to there being another person in the flat.
But it’s good, it is lovely to see her.
Morning Kate, say hi to yr mum from me.
FuXoR the watercooler, I came into work today and the COFFEE MACHINE HAD DISAPPEARED! Oh noes! A big stonking expanse of formica where the coffee machine should be....
OH NOES NO COFFEE, AARRGGGHHH!!!
Our watercooler still isn’t fixed, but one of my colleagues has been drinking it all through the Pestilence and appears to be fine.
My sister made me see ‘The Holiday’ at the cinema on Saturday. I want that two an a half hours of my life back, although I’d quite like to visit the mysterious Surrey Cotswolds.
Other things that suck: people who say they’ll write you back later, and then don’t.
OK, I get the message. You don’t actually have any interest in continuing the friendship, you just don’t want to think that I “hate” you. Whatevs.
x-post—Surrey Cotswolds? Eh? What on earth?
Are we still dancing on the 22nd? My mum says she will come, though she will not dance.
luckily the machine in the other pantry is alive and well. A slightly longer walk but at least I’m still functioning.
Would I be right in thinking you intend to tease yr bro coz Hamish = James in Scotlandish?
Yes we are, I think my sister and brother are going to come too. Possibly others (Emsk, did you tell Katie and Emma, the russian etc. ?)
Wow, what a weekend. I’ll just say I have no need for vicarious FP tales. But keep them coming (ooer) anyway.
An amusing thing happened this weekend, I’ll start a thread about it in full. Because why not. (clue: Newspapers)
I have a problem this morning. I’ve come into work AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING HERE! I mean, there’ no clue as to what work I’m supposed to do, no emails telling me to do stuff . . . yet I KNOW there’s something important I need to be getting on with. I’ve been keeping myself busy running week-end reports, but I’m gonna run out of those soon . . .
sounds like a good opportunity to say—Swan 1.00?
My brother’s name is Hamish, which means James in Scotlandish, yes. It’s an old family name, there are lots of them in the family. He decided to call himself James for a while, but Merkins insisted on contracting this to “Jim” which he hated. So he started calling himself Ian which was supposed to be *my* name. It could have been worse—mine uncle unded up being called “Bangkok Jock” apparently. I never knew the derivation of his nickname, as I thought Jock was Scotlandish for John.
Does anyone know if there’s going to be a betwixt Xmas and New Years Freaky Trigger pubcrawl? If not, can we organise a Sandbox pubcrawl next week?
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing today, either, but I’ve just arranged a meeting with my project manager for 2pm. Hurrah.
I don’t even want to live vicariously through FP. There is no sex. Anywhere. With anyone. I’m feeling very bereft of crush and done with it all right now.
Is there still food in the swan? I haven’t been in for ages. I’m up for a lunchtime meet-up if I can have a cheese omelette.
Kate, has your crush left you now, or is it still clinging on, like the slightly runny nose at the end of a cold?
I have no access to my crush right now and that’s no fun. Also, my mum tells me it’s horribly Freudian and therefore Sick and Wrong. But Sick and Wrong Freudianness only makes crushes more fun!
Though I am sick of hearing about my brother’s marriage, and that just makes me want to have wild flings with inappropriate boy toys. Which is never going to happen, so I’m just bored with the whole thing.
I still have the end of a cold, too. I went out with wet hair to meet my mum at the airport on Saturday morning and have had a sinusy headache ever since.
think I might ring the Swan and find out if they do cheese omelettes. If they don’t would be prepared to eat other things (please say yes, please say yes).
the number of the Swan is v similar to the main no. of this office which makes me wonder whether Margaret gets phone calls saying “the Arkells 3B won’t be delivered til Monday” or “do you open all day on Fridays?”
Sinousy headaches Kate? Welcome to my world. For me winter is just one long sinousy headache.
There’s a competition on the Bombardier website to win a DSLR or a cask of beer. You have to submit photos of England. Can you guys help me decide which of my flickr photos I should submit?
Has Your Crush Left You Now Or Is It Still Clinging On—track 4 on the new morrissey album.
Wild flings would be fun, but I have a horrible feeling I just want to settle down with an elven type that I can watch HIGNFY and play scrabble with.
I would be happy with NOT cheese omelette, just any kind of food would be good. I don’t be touching the devil drink at lunch anyway, I’m too tired and bleugh.
1.00 it is then.
Jarvis was great on Saturday at the Roundhouse. He did a cover of Silver Machine by Hawkwind!!
Mmmm, cheese omelettes. My mum bought me a frying pan. Maybe I should make one.
Oi! he nicked Silver Machine from me. He’s never in his life talked about being a Hawkwind fan. Grrrrr.
A crush still clinging on is almost worst than no crush at all. Like, you cling hopelessly to a crush, even though you know you’re never going to get anything out of it, not even urgent conversations about Dylan lyrics and songwriting, but you can’t really find anything or anyone else to obsess on just yet.
And I actually like his music, that’s just vaguely... I don’t know.
Photos of England? Hrrrrmmmm.
He introduced it by saying that it was a song “recorded thirty years ago in this very place”.
xpost
Ed is there any other criteria besides England (you’ve got a LOT of photos on flickr, i just realized)
I like the rainbow (though rainbows are such a cliche) and the narrowboat best.
Narrowboat or rainbow. Probably rainbow.
xpost—kate got there first!
Enough with the photos of the bloody St. Georges flag. Argh!
they are obv currying favour with the Charles Wells people aren’t they? Seeing as the St George’s cross appears on bottles of Bombadier.
I am quite pleased, though, that I’ve managed to get my mum over jet lag in a day. She whinged and moaned that I made her stay up all day on Saturday and not let her take a nap, but it did work.
Jarvis nicking stuff? I bleedin’ wrote his new single, 10 years ago!
I don’t even want to live vicariously through FP.
I’ll keep quiet then.
We saw a good pantomime at the weekend! It was at a fetish fayre, but still relied on the usual silly pantomime jokes (although there was a disappointing lack of “he’s behind you!”)
“Fetish Fayre”
...
OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KNOCK IT OFF, YOU SAD FUCKING PATHETIC GOTHS!!!!!
God, I’m turning into Marcentino. Shoot me now.
xpost
lol
Eek. Sorry Kate. I *will* shut up now, completely. And talk about model railways or something instead.
Oh kate, what’s up now? I know it’s Monday morning, and we’re all grumpy, but still . . .
(remembers who I’m talking to)
. . . but of course, if you demand less Gothtalk, then it shall be done, oh great one. (fans kate with a palm leaf while peeling her grapes)
I don’t really care, FP, I’m just jealous and cranky. You can talk about whatever you like, just ignore me growling. I’m not 100% serious.
Or I could whinge about how I broke my home PC by trying to upgrade from Gnome 2.14 to 2.16—well, I didn’t really break it, but I forgot if I did it part-way then lots of packages would end up not working, so much so that logging into Gnome would be impossible until it was completed.
Grrrr.
Oh, and how is it that women with gorgeous figures (ie, the goth, and just about every other non-obese woman i know) thinks they actually have a terrible figure and are really just a big bloaty monster when they’re really really not?
yeah, tmai!
xpost wait whereas obese women usually think they have a great body?
And raging assholes always think they’re funny posters?
FP, you speak the truth—about gorgeous women, not about Gnome, on which topic I am not qualified to speak upon, although some may say I’m not qualified to talk about gorgeous women either. Most women seem to think they’re body shape is all wrong, when nine times out of 10 they’re fucking amazing, and they just don’t know it. The fact that most women don’t have a clue as to how amazing they are is a source of constant anguish to me.
On A Certain Lady At Court
Alexander Pope
I know a thing that’s most uncommon;
(Envy, be silent and attend!)
I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend.
Not warp’d by passion, awed by rumour;
Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly;
An equal mixture of good-humour
And sensible soft melancholy.
‘Has she no faults then (Envy says), Sir?’
Yes, she has one, I must aver:
When all the world conspires to praise her,
The woman’s deaf, and does not hear.
The Narrowboat is entirely too Darling Buds of May for my tastes, but then, I would make a very poor judge of that sort of contest :)
apologies for the they’re/their mixup, I need more coffee.
Maybe that’s what I need. Coffee.
raging assholes?
what a great poem, Johnney B.
And my brother didn’t take the bait about being wound up himself, and decided to wind me up with him Tom Cruise anti-psychiatric rants instead. ::rolls eyes::
And no one answered my question about FAPping between Xmas and New Years.
God, Alan Hovhaness’ music is so great.
Other than that, it’s nothing. existed. here
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