This, of course, is because the fascist BNP, the ex-leftist fascist NO2EU, and the idiotic petit bourgeois fascist UKIP are all basically interchangeable. Get over the idea that you're respectable, dunderhead.
This, of course, is because the fascist BNP, the ex-leftist fascist NO2EU, and the idiotic petit bourgeois fascist UKIP are all basically interchangeable. Get over the idea that you're respectable, dunderhead.
Delight doesn't begin to cover it.
Good idea/bad idea?
Meme time... 
What would your own album look like if you were in a band? Follow the directions below and find out...
Here are the rules:
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Ran
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
"The Daughter of Buk Ettemsuch"
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
"Twilight home in Australia" (from a Dame Edna Everage quotation)
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interestin
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.
And here are some pictures. With a small webam it's kind of impossible to get any real perspective, but you can see floor and stuff, so this'll do. Pics are of my living room and bedroom (I also have a little alcove that leads to a bathroom).




Curses!
I doubt this story's reached my friends in England, but it's been a big deal here, and here's why I thought it was ridiculous right away: the "B" on this woman's face is very shallow, and only looks like a "B" in the mirror. If I was an attacker who wanted to do this, I'd write the letter the right way round, and it would be much deeper, because I wouldn't notice how painful it was. On matters of skin-carving and suchlike... I know. This is clearly self-inflicted, and knowingly so, and if she still claims otherwise, then I reckon that's just another lie to be uncovered. Idiot.
Well, I'm awake and Alisa isn't, so I can't start packing for my trip back to England tomorrow (yay!). I will do a meme instead:
Names for alternate realities
1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (Mother and Father's middle name)
Rosalind Eric.
2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)
Donald Joseph. (For Lorna's information - Nascar is the equivalent of weekend cricket and football, in that it's boring sport that overruns and takes your favourite programmes off the air. Car racing in this instance).
3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name)
Cotsa!
4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal!)
Purple mongoose.
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Rosalind (oh yes, joy, this one was inherited, but let's make it Ros for true soap operaishness) Birmingham.
6. SUPERHERO NAME: (fav color, fav drink, add "THE" to the beginning)
The Purple Slush Puppy (the purple diet coke just sounds wrong).
7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 3 letters of your last name)
Saill (sounds mildly Arabic if you emphasise it right, I reckon). I am the fly!
8. GANGSTA NAME: ( fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie)
Vanilla Chocolate Toffee Digestive. I'm totally tough, innit.
9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pets name, current street name).
Frederick (a teddy bear will have to count) John Nassau (I live between two places, and I think my rockstar needs a middle name).
10. STRIPPER NAME: ( name of your fav cartoon character, fav candy)
Taz Tazbar (lalala)
11. PORN NAME: (1st pets name, street you grew up on)
William Blenheim. I'm the gentleman caller who interrupts you and the guy who's "fixing" the fridge... then joins in.
Fun times.
They die the bagels green on St. Patrick's Day...
As reported by Alisa:
"The hammer is big; my baby is little."
I'm enjoying my classes a lot, for the first time in Princeton, and that's a big plus, but the research seminars are still really awful. It involves having the person presenting their paper defending it for an hour and a half, and in most cases that person never takes the criticisms or questions remotely seriously, answering beside the point more often than not in an attempt to ignore the points made. Eugh. I find it easier to sit through three hours of Nietzsche discussion and a seminar that slips randomly between French and English than just this short period with people being insufferable. Who'd have thought the attention span thing would be related to having any interest in what's going on, huh?
Alisa and I had our first anniversary on Saturday. That was lovely. We'd been planning to do a re-run of our first date, but in the end decided that would be both expensive and exhausting. Instead we just spent a nice relaxing day, and then went to the restaurant we'd been to in the evening, Cafe Spice. Great Indian food (best I've had in America).
So all is generally still well with me, but I'm bloody exhausted. I took the day off today to relax, so we'll see if that helps. I miss home people.
Thank you very much, m'dear. Great questions.
1. What do you prefer about the USA to the UK? (The Girl doesn't count ;)).
Hmm... Well, excluding The Girl (TM) isn't very fair! Being me, I prefer the salads. We just don't have enough salad bars back home, but it's easy to get salad made up in front of you with stuff of your choice here. Also, though I've only just discovered these, their thrift stores (equivalent of our charity shops, but not always dedicated to a charity) are HUGE! I just bought an armchair for $5.
2. Describe your dream life in ten years' time (I mean... do it now, but imagine it ten years from now... and it's perfect).
In ten years' time I will be sipping whiskey on my back porch as the child-high (possibly child-containing) dust balls roll by, rocking on my chair and muttering about how things ain't what they used to be. Ideally. Next to the ideal, I'll have taken over the lives of my friends to the extent of dragging everyone I like over to live with me wherever I might be living, so that I actually get to see them whenever I want. And then they'll all be sitting with me on my increasingly large back porch, rocking and sipping whiskey and muttering about how things ain't what they used to be.
3. Rousseau. Discuss. In French.
Madame Bird, je ne peux pas discuter le maître de mon vie academique avec vous en Francais, parce que je n'ai ni les mots, ni la grammaire, pour lui servir avec la justice. A statement which I may have proved in the foregoing sentence, as I can't be bothered to check it right now. But he's ace.
4. If you could re-read one book on your deathbed, which would you choose and why?
Tough one. Now, different reasons: If I wanted to choose the book I'd most enjoy, then I just don't know, but the first one that pops into my head is The Master and Margarita, as I've always intended to re-read that, and I loved it when I first did. If it was about preparing me for death in the right mind set, then I might like to re-read something philosophical about death, Seneca or something, or maybe some poetry - something defiant like Invictus by W.E. Henley. And if I wanted to choose the book I'd want people to find me reading after I was dead, then it probably wouldn't be re-reading. It would have to be Jackie Collins or something similarly awful, so people would be really disappointed... Or maybe something ridiculously dense, and I'd underline lots of random oblique passages, so people could puzzle over them once I was gone and try to work out what I meant, not knowing I was doing it just to make them do that...
5. You've somehow turned into Alex of Clockwork Orange fame. Your eyes are pinned open, and you have to watch one film over and over for weeks. Which is it?
Is the intent to destroy my soul or to entertain me enough for the whole time? Metropolis might work on both counts. I saw the renovated version in the first year at the Phoenix, I think, and found it amazing and confusing, so there'd probably be enough to entertain me for quite a while, and drive me mad eventually. Maybe a Tom and Jerry cartoon, though... :-)
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Okay - would anyone like five questions of my choosing? Answers in comments.
On Saturday night we went to see Carina Round at The Living Room. Very good gig, just Carina and a cellist (on some numbers, not all), who was excellent. New combination for me. She played a cover of Donna Summer's "Hot Stuff", which Alisa and I ended up singing all day on Sunday, driving ourselves mad with it. Really odd choice, but it worked well. Very funny, very fun. "Hot... hot.... hot.... stuuuuuuff...." After the gig she hugged me when I went to say hello, and we chatted a little while before going off to Alisa's sister's housewarming party. Watching extremely drunk people play Guitar Hero (III) is very funny too. Not that I wasn't drunk myself. Silly me.
Sunday was the Super Bowl, and my introduction to Football, American-style... Can't say I got it that much, but I enjoyed the second half, as it got more exciting, and it was great to see and hear New York celebrating their win from Alisa's apartment window. Huge celebrations - like being in Paris during the World Cup Final when France played Italy. I still can't really get into sport on my own account, but I do enjoy the vibes from other people when they're not just being yobs about it.
Altogether, a lovely weekend. And so good to be back in a routine of seeing my woman.
