I'd like to present you with the following tribute to the Daniel Day Lewis film 'My Left Foot'.
I feel that I have managed to convey the complex psychological pain of the film (being somewhat of a complex psychological pain myself).
Monday 27 August 2007
Friday 24 August 2007
Summertime and the moaning is easy....
My bad move of the week has to be the purchase a new winter coat a couple of days before the summer heatwave finally appears. D'oh!
I've reached the conclusion that I can't do hot weather and furthermore I've never really seen the point of hot weather. I like brisk cold days or pleasant warm ones but the kind of days where you can't really do anything more than laze around...well that's not for me.
(Not because I'm in any way active - I can laze around in all climes and I don't need to wait until a socially acceptable climate asserts itself)
I'll admit that it's not been _that_ hot over the past couple of days but forecasters have prophesied a hot weekend I just want to tell the weather gods that its too little, too late and I'm no longer in that 'wanting hot weather' place anymore. Been there, done that, ate the burger and choreographed the musical.
Lets just put summer 2007 down to experience and crack on with autumn, shall we?
I've reached the conclusion that I can't do hot weather and furthermore I've never really seen the point of hot weather. I like brisk cold days or pleasant warm ones but the kind of days where you can't really do anything more than laze around...well that's not for me.
(Not because I'm in any way active - I can laze around in all climes and I don't need to wait until a socially acceptable climate asserts itself)
I'll admit that it's not been _that_ hot over the past couple of days but forecasters have prophesied a hot weekend I just want to tell the weather gods that its too little, too late and I'm no longer in that 'wanting hot weather' place anymore. Been there, done that, ate the burger and choreographed the musical.
Lets just put summer 2007 down to experience and crack on with autumn, shall we?
Monday 20 August 2007
Haven't visited here for a while....
Greetings gentle reader,
As you may have noticed Blessedarethe geek has been off air for almost a month. It has been both a quiet and a busy month in many ways.
The truth is that tallulah has been indisposed and away from work for weeks now and I haven't really wanted to sneak off of an evening and pour my random brain drippings into this blog and leave her alone and bored out of her skull (she's spending enough of her time in that state at the moment, especially with daytime TV to contend with). As a result I've tried to spend less time with my Pentium enhanced colleague recently - whether it's harassing orcs or tip tapping my thoughts onto various websites - as it's been a long overdue opportunity for me to concentrate on spending some time with my honey. So, gentle reader, you'll have to lie back and think of England while I ease myself back into this blog thing gradually (and with a certain amount of tenderness).
Last weekend was spent north of the border both with the prospective in laws and my sister. It was lovely - both my family and Tallulah's are lovely - but on these occasions a deeply paranoid person like myself cannot escape the dread feeling that something is going to go wrong at any moment. One is constantly tense that either family is going to withdraw their support on the basis of "what so-and-so said about so-and-so" despite the fact that both my family and Tallulah's are pretty laid back. Everyone knows that inter-familial disputes can be far more heartfelt and bloody than anything going on in the middle east.
Oh, and (despite the venom of the previous post) I've actually read the latest Harry Potter. It's actually not too bad because there is a) hardly any mention of quidditch and b) hardly any terminally dull boarding school shenanigans. There is much less padding than the last three books and JK finally appears to have got some balls - gone are the smug school heroics and 'stunt' deaths and instead some major characters are killed off or maimed left, right and centre although (SPOILER ALERT) most of the really annoying ones survive. Still, kudos to ol'JK for providing a children's book with the highest body count since Enid Blyton's ill fated "The Famous Five and the Thermonuclear device".
As you may have noticed Blessedarethe geek has been off air for almost a month. It has been both a quiet and a busy month in many ways.
The truth is that tallulah has been indisposed and away from work for weeks now and I haven't really wanted to sneak off of an evening and pour my random brain drippings into this blog and leave her alone and bored out of her skull (she's spending enough of her time in that state at the moment, especially with daytime TV to contend with). As a result I've tried to spend less time with my Pentium enhanced colleague recently - whether it's harassing orcs or tip tapping my thoughts onto various websites - as it's been a long overdue opportunity for me to concentrate on spending some time with my honey. So, gentle reader, you'll have to lie back and think of England while I ease myself back into this blog thing gradually (and with a certain amount of tenderness).
Last weekend was spent north of the border both with the prospective in laws and my sister. It was lovely - both my family and Tallulah's are lovely - but on these occasions a deeply paranoid person like myself cannot escape the dread feeling that something is going to go wrong at any moment. One is constantly tense that either family is going to withdraw their support on the basis of "what so-and-so said about so-and-so" despite the fact that both my family and Tallulah's are pretty laid back. Everyone knows that inter-familial disputes can be far more heartfelt and bloody than anything going on in the middle east.
Oh, and (despite the venom of the previous post) I've actually read the latest Harry Potter. It's actually not too bad because there is a) hardly any mention of quidditch and b) hardly any terminally dull boarding school shenanigans. There is much less padding than the last three books and JK finally appears to have got some balls - gone are the smug school heroics and 'stunt' deaths and instead some major characters are killed off or maimed left, right and centre although (SPOILER ALERT) most of the really annoying ones survive. Still, kudos to ol'JK for providing a children's book with the highest body count since Enid Blyton's ill fated "The Famous Five and the Thermonuclear device".
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