All entries for Friday 30 September 2005
September 30, 2005
'i want a photo of a funny grizzly bear' says konstantin. now, for a lesser blog than this, such a task would prove difficult. but for us, dear readers, nothing is impossible…
i love my blog for getting me through the traumatic experience of my first haircut in over four years. i think it looks silly though. that's why i'm so nonplussed.
quel jour. firstly, i don't really look like that picture up there any more, cos i've had a ridiculous haircut. hopefully that's me done with visiting the hairdresser's for another four years, though! i had a wonderfully northern irish encounter today with a GP whose advice i sought regarding my ridiculous knee. it went something like this:
Me (entering surgery): 'Hello'
GP (very unfriendly): 'What is it?'
There follows a lengthy description of my housemaid's knee
GP: 'Right. Right. Right right right.'
GP: 'And do you feel sick at all?'
Me: 'Not really, just the knee.'
GP: 'Well, you probably have an infection. All you can do now is wait until your knee gets really swollen and painful, and you feel terrible, and then go to Casualty.'
GP: 'I'll write you a prescription anyway.'
Me: 'Please don't let it be for ibuprofen.'
GP hands me a prescription for ibuprofen
Grr! nevertheless, all is well. i'm feeling quite strange with my short hair but i'll get used to it soon no doubt. an evening of DVDs and of knee-elevation awaits!
where there is a distinct lack of any sophisticated words or any that end in "ed"
Now if I was an angst filled 15-year old who liked James Blunt I would write something like this
drum roll please, nervous cough
Poetry Emotion: Angst
Intoxicated with cruel malice
Pardon the rift that strikes through
And makes my mind speak fatigued & absent
woven together into a fragile wisp of sorrow
I embrace the dust of you
don't laugh, I mean every word of it
if you laugh I will cry and weep into my pillow, and beat my breast and tear my hair
And good old images to be found on the internet came up with this extraordinary whimsy under the search "Angst"
very, very scary.
reading about roisin's plan to donate the wonderful prize of a half-knitted scarf to mad old random, i was reminded of my inital plan to mark the obtaining of my 2000th comment by, well, something or other. unbeknownst to me, however, this landmark has come and gone, and the comment mark stands somewhere around 2050-something. therefore, i intend to celebrate receiving my 2068th comment, and the person who donates this will be rewarded with a very special prize*
*prize may not be very special
well now, well now, much news!
copied some CSS from natalie jazzed up my blog a little (sorry natalie, i totally ripped you off) which is quite exciting. hope it's still easy to navigate. gordon random, you mad old coot my sweet darling, your entries are tagged so that the blog will make a bit more sense – just tag them yourself when you write a new one.
secondly, here's my news! i've just returned from an awesome trip to dublin which encompassed the usual ratio of shopping and eating pizza to culture and being knocked over by mad people. i had a very cool time and was able to meet this rather nifty tiger-ish type:
also, however, i have fallen under the curse of sudoku, which is the current craze of my parents and, so it seems, THE ENTIRE WORLD. leaping onto the bandwagon a little too late is always painful, and my brain is only just starting to cope with this madness, as you can see:
warning: attempting sudoku puzzles may cause a small irish man to grow from the top of one's head
anyway, more news tomorrow!