Meme.

[teylaminh]

Stolen off joetimewaster.

Four jobs I've had
1. McDonalds McSlave
2. Crap barmaid
3. Slightly better barmaid
4. Typist

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Nightmare Before Christmas
2. Sunset Boulevard
3. Labyrinth
4. The Sound of Music

Four places I have lived:
1. Stourbridge
2. Bearwood
3. Oldbury
4. Derby

Four TV shows I love:
1. Jonathan Creek
2. Farscape
3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
4. The X-Files

Four places I've vacationed:
1. Gran Canaria
2. EuroDisney (four times)
3. Kefalonia
4. Crete

Four of my favourite dishes:
1. Spaghetti bolognese, heavy on the meat.
2. Proper roast dinner, especially Christmas dinner.
3. Wetherspoons' chicken pasta alfredo. Or their shredded BBQ pork baguette.
4. Chocolate fudge cake. Or raspberry sorbet. But not both at the same time.

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. At home.
2. In Derby, doing what I'd usually be doing on a non-lecture day at this time in the afternoon, i.e. sleeping.
3. Gallivanting off around America in a battered Cadillac
4. Somewhere warm and dark.

No tagging.

So, I got up today at my usual time of 7.00, but because I had to get the bus the whole way I didn't get in until 9.00. Why is it that as soon as there's the slightest hint of bad weather, the public transport in this bloody city just goes wrong and starts being idiotic? Bah.

I didn't get a chance to look at the application last night so will have to rush through it on Thursday. We went out for drinks and Thai food last night, which was nice. Spent much of the time at the pub talking about my counselling and mental state, which was sort of vaguely cathartic because I haven't really been involving the household in it for not wanting to worry them.

I was also reminded of the shop I saw about two years ago on the way to the NEC. It was a company that basically took the photographs of food that they use in menus and restaurants, but the sign was worded very strangely indeed. Something like "beautiful food photographs". Unfortunately, the shop has apparently gone again so I can't find it and can't take a photograph of it... but it conjured up images of people on diets going to the shop to view photographs of food they weren't allowed to have. There'd be a seedy little man behind the counter, and a couple of grubby viewing booths, and he'd say, "D'you want to see some... *shifty expression* cakes? I got some new chips in this morning... lovely, greasy chips."

It would make a very good short film...

Anyway, on that slightly surreal note, I shall sign off.

Comments

[rachel2205.livejournal.com]

Hee, that's an amusing idea!

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

My brain does exceedingly strange things to perfectly normal situations... :)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

And, if you slip an extra fifty in the bouncer's pocket, he turns a blind eye when you take illegitimate pictures of the blancmange, to sell on the black market.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

LMAO. Exactly, yes. And for an extra special price, you get to see a completely naked chicken breast...

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

There is absolutely no way I can come up with a better one than that. You win. :P

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Aww, and here I thought it would descend gracefullt into smutty innuendo. :P

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Well, it would have, but for the fact that chicken breast is about as smutty as I can think of for food type things. I am very bad at this game. -.-;;

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Maybe you need to watch Quills again. You never know, it might not be as bad as you remember... >:)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Brain broken. In itty bitty pieces.

And that from just thinking about it.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

I swear you're only remembering the bad bits... which I suppose isn't as bad as me only remembering the pretty bits...

*hums Au Clair de la Lune*

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

That's hardly fair... most of the pretty bits were bad bits!!

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

To be honest, I think you were just too far gone to appreciate the pretty... :P

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Oh, sure... if you consider "GNKRGFROJLHVDKINKJLGFFTURNITOFFNOW!" to be "too far gone"... :P

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

I wish I could remember which tennis it was that I quoted you in... then I could just paste it. But as I recall, it was more like this: "Can't we turn it off now? Isn't it over now? She's not dead is she? She's still alive, isn't she? CAN'T WE TURN IT OFF NOW?!?!"

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Hee! Sounds about right. I got the "turnitoffnow" bit, at any rate. And, though I can't very well remember, I'd bet the rest sounded like "gnkrfrojlhvdkinkjlgff" inside my head.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

It's still not as funny as:

"SOMEONE DIES??? Oh, wait. Four Weddings and a Funeral..>"

Which, I think, is the best Eni-ism ever. I should've put it on your t-shirt, come to think about it.

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Ha! I still can't believe I actually said that. Nor can I believe that, when I told people about it, not one ever said "that's such a stupid thing to say", and every last one said "that's so YOU."

Methinks I need to market a book of meisms.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Heh. I don't know how I would've put it on the t-shirt, actually. "Eni: funeral-obliviant"?

Is obliviant even a word?

But yeah, dude, you so do. And I promise, i will go through the entire Swircle and HTMLify it before I'm 30... if only so we can get to 2000 comments, already. :)

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

It is now. Obliviant. One who is oblivious. E.g. "The world is an obliviant collective when it comes to the existence of the word 'obliviant'."

LOL! I can just see us as little old ladies, still doing this and you still saying "I'll HTMLify the swircle..." and me saying "...which swircle, there've been seven hundred and forty six this year already..." and you saying "THE swircle, dammit!" and me saying ".......there's a swircle!?"

That whole scenario made more sense before I tried to make it make sense.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

Heh. We really should start compiling that dictionary, you know. Which, I believe, is the entire reason I was meant to be HTMLing the Swircle.

Pah, the other swircles are mere ants compared to the giant the Swircle shall one day be. Besides which, you're forgetting that I have motivation now. Or at least more than I did when I was first trying to HTMLify it...

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Yea, I think it was. Though I will admit to being rather anxious about the whole HTMLification process. Frell knows how many times I've contradicted myself throughout Xbillion comments.

Hee, and now I'm picturing these millions of little swirclants running around this gigantic swirclegg that, when it hatches, will lead the swircular people to freedom.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

It can't be as bad as that ongoing HTML war, at least. I may have to do about five separate pages that just list the different conversations we had in each paragraph, otherwise it'll be utterly confusing.

Waving little flags and chanting! And when they get to the sea, the Swircle forms a whirlpool to suck it dry. :) Suddenly, the Swircle is Moses...

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

LOL. A contents page, an index page, and several appendices to explain what the hell we were thinking. We should publish it, as a lecture on exactly why the internet needs to be outlawed.

Eee, yes! And should the random oppressive force not be willing to let the swircles go, he shall unleash a plague of comment-tennises!

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

I seem to recall a conversation in the Swircle about doing just that. Publishing it, that is. So that decades of academics can spend years trying to figure it all out...

...and brackets! Pointy ones, falling to the earth onto the unsuspecting heads of the righteous!

[thefleshfailure.livejournal.com]

Oh, yea! And thus, the swircularity of the swircular swircle-discussion comes full swircle once again.

And also the square ones, which will construct cages around people.

[teylaminh.livejournal.com]

While we laugh at all the silly academics...

And the round ones which think about things.