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Watch the Hills Have Eyes remake and maybe the first episode of season 3 Lost. Oh and I have to write and sing some lyrics for a track my uncle wants me to work on. He's younger and more down with the kids than I am. And taller.
quote:Originally posted by New Way Of Decay: Watch the Hills Have Eyes remake and maybe the first episode of season 3 Lost.
Oh! I have seen both of those - The Hills Have Eyes seemed disappointingly tame. Mind you, I was only about eight years old when I watched the 'video nasty' original and so probably found it scarier than it actually was. Episode one of season three Lost is a cracker, though!
*goes off to join London in eye stabbing activity*
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Don't go Stabby Eyes, answer me this: Is lost just going to continue to be a series of cliffhangers offering no further explanation as to what the bollocking buggery[/phillipdang] is going on?
However, episode one of season three does give more of an insight into the 'Others' but, just as you think the scales are beginning to fall, a whole new haddock takes their place.
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quote:Originally posted by New Way Of Decay: Don't go Stabby Eyes, answer me this: Is lost just going to continue to be a series of cliffhangers offering no further explanation as to what the bollocking buggery[/phillipdang] is going on?
I think they answered quite a few questions on Wednesday. It rocked. But, I don't want to ruin it for you.
A bit disappointed that they're doing 6 episodes and then a 3 month long hiatus.
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Watched The Hills have eyes a couple of months ago...made me very anxious, so I would think it did its job. The shotgun scene is quite graphic...didn't expect it.
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*you don't have to answer that actually, that seems quite forward and rude, but I was genuinely interested - it always seemed like a rich old ladies cure for ageing and frowning.
i am sorry to have deprived you of my company nwod. i can pretty much guarantee you didnt miss anything, except some whining, some stuttering, and my rubbish new joke where i ask the person going to the bar to buy me a virgin long island iced tea.
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My guy always wayches the Formula one races. Which is fine, doesn't affect my life in any way. When we were at the club tonight, he was discussing with a friend how the friend should come watch the race at our house on Sunday, because the guy doesn't have satellite TV. Then they started discussing having breakfast, which I found slightly odd as the race is always around 2 p.m. Oh, well, perhaps they're meeting for breakfast somewhere first. Then I found out that the race is in China or somewhere, and it's on at 06:30. "And Brenda won't mind making breakfast for us" Er, I don't fucking think so. Cuh.
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quote:Originally posted by Ringo: The annoying thing is that nobody seems to share my passion for F1 so I never have anyone to talk to.
Not quite, actually- I stayed up to watch the race live (pre-show started 12:30am local time), rather than my usual approach of recording it and watching it when I have time, usually a few days later after I've already heard who won and after any chance of discussing it as a current event has long since dried up.
For what it's worth, it would be (or perhaps at this point "would have been") good to see Schumacher end his F1 career with another championship win, rather than expiring in a puff of smoke. I know Alonso is Ringo's brother and all, but there's something about him that leaves me cold- certainly I can't be the only person who finds him a bit arrogant?
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I found today's race kind of disappointing to be honest. The thing is, last year when Alonso took the championship, lots of people said it was great that soemone other than Schumacher was winning races. I didn't agree, because Ferrari were embarrasingly off the pace last year and never looked like challenging for anything. I maintained that I wanted to see Schumacher drivign to the best of his ability with a great car under him and still getting beaten, whcih is more or less what's happened this year, except it seems like a horrible way to have the championship snatched from you, when your engine blows up when victory is in sight. I suppose it's no different from what happened to Alonso in Monza, but it just seems like an awful way for things to go. I honestly think that the Brazillian GP is going to be a bit of an anticlimax.
I have to agree with you about Alonso too. For all his faults, Schumacher is a great personality and ambassador for the sport. Any arrogance is surely completely justified when you're the most successful F1 driver the world has ever seen. Alonso on the other hand seems somewhat preoccupied with personal glory. The fact he's moving to Mclaren probabl speaks volumes about the kind of champion he is. In many respects, I'd love to se his car let go at Brazil and see Schumacher snatch the championship away from him.
Still, next season's going to be exremely interesting. I heard them mention that Lewis Hamilton may take De La Rosa's seat for the Brazillian GP, and I'd imagine it'd be on the strength of his performance that the decision would be made as to whether or not he gats a drive alongside Alonso next year.
Personally I still want to see Button fulfil his potetial.
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I had quite a good weekend, off and on. Got completely soaked through on Friday evening in a proper storm, then it cleared away instantly leaving me looking like someone had just chucked a bucket of water over me. But the rest of the weekend was like summer all over again.
I was sitting on a bridge in the middle of town just watching the world go by when this girl walked past me and suddenly went, "Oh!" and snatched up a man's gold wedding ring from the pavement just next to me. Now, I'd been sitting there for about ten minutes by then and hadn't noticed it, but there were a lot of people walking past so someone could have dropped it.
Anyway, she goes, "Is it yours?" and I said, "No," and she was getting all excited, going "Is it real?" so I looked inside it and there was a hallmark so I said, "I think so, yeah."
Then she started saying how she couldn't take it because it's against her religion, so she gave it to me and walked off! A big heavy solid gold ring, for free! Hooray. I couldn't give a toss about jewellery though, so I didn't really want it. Then the girl came back and said, "I can't take the ring, even though I found it, but can you let me have a couple of euros to buy a coffee?" Aaaah, right, I get it now. I said I didn't have any money to give her, sorry. And I gave her the ring, which her religion obviously now decided was OK because she took it this time.
About twenty minutes later, an old lady walked past me, suddenly lunged at the ground and held up... gosh, a man's gold ring. "Is it yours?" she asked. I had so many response options that inside my head was like the Terminator scrolling up loads of phrases. In the end I just said, "No," and I think she realised that I knew about the con and she walked off quite quickly. I watched her try it on a couple of other people without any luck either.
Then I went and looked in lots of little galleries on the Left Bank, which was nice. One painting really affected me and reminded me that years of looking at Photoshop and CGI has made me forget that real art is 3-dimensional and you can touch it and smell it. It was a picture of a wet road after a storm, with evening sunlight shining on it, a scooter with its light on coming towards us, a couple of cars driving the other way and a pedestrian crossing the road in the distance. That's all, but the light and hazy effect was just fantastic. I would have taken a photo but it was a busy gallery and I don't think you're supposed to, and a photo wouldn't have done it any justice anyway. I'll just remember it and probably see it again one day in one of those weird coincidences that conclusively prove the existence of a higher being.
Anyway, I did lots of other things and it was a lovely weekend, but I won't go on about it because it involves the C word. Ding ding.
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My weekend was divided between being ill (I had to go home ill on Friday afternoon - I’d have posted a picture of 'Sick Boy', but photography failed to capture the particular green hue of my skin, and I felt like I was going to passout), DIY, staying in watching telly/dvds, and more DIY.
They cancelled my blood test this morning because the nurse was off sick. Woot.
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new little style mag did a photo shoot in my flat yesterday. was a fun day - lots of booze, fags and pretty teenage girls. we all went for quality burgers and wine after. i think my (soon to be ex-) flatmate shagged the photographer. probably because he, you know, told her she was beautiful and wanted to take photos of her or whatever. can't wait for her moaning on about how men use her and they're only after one thing (she slept with a middle-aged record producer a while ago, you can imagine the rubbish he fed her). stupid fucking princess.
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Ups: Delicious nourishing food at parents Fun party with pals Saturday Lots of satisfaction from chores, including making quince jelly in the manner of domestic goddess
Downs: Strange 25-stone cousin wiping sweat from his forehead with forefinger, then sucking it off Finding disgusting bugs on my bay tree, explaining its rather wilting performance of late Taking one-and-a-half hours to get to party, instead of 20 mins, due to road works
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I had a quite a good weekend. Went to a job interview on Friday morning where I just kind of exploded in a torrent of utter fucking bullshit to the point where I began to wonder what the purpose of job interviews was. Essentially the job was way, way beyond my experience and probably ability and commitment, but I seemed to do a reasonable job of convincing the MD and the Chairman that I should be let loose on their marketing strategy. It was utterly ridiculous. The idea that after 18 months in marketing I was trying to convince someone that I'd be halfway capable of starting up an entire business development strategy for them had me alternately practically laughing at the ridiculousness of it and sobbing at the idea of actually having to deliver on anything I was saying. It was like I'd wandered into a parallel universe where I was smart and capable and qualified. Still. We shall see.
After that, went to see The Departed, which was brilliant. Then on Saturday went out for Octavia's birthday meal at Village East in Bermondsey, and spent Sunday watching George the Robot's wife do the Nike 10k. Then we all went to the pub. End of story.
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I spent the entire weekend slumped on the sofa in my pyjamas with a box of tissues in one hand (which gradually evolved into a heap of disgustingly moist tissues) and a plastic bowl acting as sick receptacle in the other. Stupid bloody colds.
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quote:Originally posted by Sidney: Stupid bloody colds.
Same here *sniff*
Kittens love to chase those snotty tissues that don't make it to the bin. Apparently they also love eccles cakes, as proved by my kitten's not-so-delicate footsteps across the keyboard whilst doing some online shopping. Somehow, she managed to select 24 of them and add them to the cart...
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My weekend was far from life-changing. Met my lady friend after squash on Friday. She'd been out on the piss all day, so she passed out at about 11.30pm. On Saturday, I lay in bed until about 2.30pm, dropped my hungover girlfriend off at home, then lost my shirt at a poker night.
Woke up feeling like a fucking loser, played in a snooker tournament, lost 2-0 and went to a mosher bar in Manchester where me, my brother and friend headbanged to classics such as, 'For Whom the Bell Tolls', 'Girls, Girls, Girls' and 'Caught in a Mosh', before getting thrown out for being too rowdy. In a fucking heavy metal bar?? Rowdy? I thought that was the fucking idea. Bought an horrific kebab, threw up, passed out. Sat here today wondering why I bother breathing. Head spinning still. Only squash later may save me.
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