Dreaming Of Chong Nonsi

Mistaken Blogging Identity

2009-07-16T18:50:00.003+01:00

This little blog of mine has been going for nearly 8 years (next months my blogaversary). Some might ask why I set it up. Fame? Fortune? The adulation of a million Dear Constant Readers? Nope. I did it because of two things:

1) I have kept a personal journal since 1998, and had a lot of problems with keeping them private.
2) I felt the best solution was not to keep them private! Hence why for many years the subtitle of the blog was "What is more dull than a discreet diary? One might as well have a discreet soul! - Henry Channon 1897-1958"

But of course there's the difficulty. It'd be a bit arrogant to go up to my family and say "Here's my diary, read it and weep!". And really I wouldn't mind them reading it but preferably I wouldn't want to know about it.

The solution came in the form of an article in the Guardian Tech section on the 23rd of August 2001. I was introduced to the wonderful concept of a "blog" and thought "Oh yes, here's my medium". I wasn't trying to be a published author. I wasn't trying to be famous. I wasn't trying to save the world. I just wanted a place where I could keep my journal, where I could update it from any computer and where I could at least live the concept of a non discreet diary.

And since then many blogs of mine have come and gone. Dreaming of Chong Nonsi (nee Ahhhh! It's Uni Time, Block 33, come back to what you know and Dancing with Myself) has been the only one to stay steady.

Of course now there's also Moonlight Investigation, Jae's Second Life, Walk This World With Me and a number of others. There are adverts, and blog traffic exchanges and links galore. But the ultimate concept is not to do anything but have a place to write down my thoughts. If you, Dear Constant Reader, were to stop reading this I would continue to write here and on those other blogs. Although then you, Dear Constant Reader, can never leave as you were even around in my pre blog days, gotta love figments of my imagination! ;)

So it irks me somewhat that some people believe I've set out to change the world and that any of my blogs have an agenda beyond dumping rubbish from my brain. When I rant I do not do so because I think it will make one iota of difference. I do so, so that I can operate in my life without ranting at others in person. All those mean people on the tube you see every day? They need a blog. The media are always mocking blogs, laughing at those they believe are screaming for change and not making any. I KNOW based on my 8 years of blog reading, and blogs come and go with a depressing regularity, that there are those who write political blogs because they believe that somehow they shall make a difference. Some even seem to (like Guy Fawkes or Liberal Conspiracy). But that's not why most people, in my experience, blog. And it's not why I blog. So if you see something on my blog that offends you, upsets you or you disagree with feel free to comment and tell me. But don't make the mistake of believing that I say things with an expectation of them actually happening, don't suggest that I am somehow so full of self importance as to believe that someone will give one flying fuck what I write. Insult me, belittle me, but just don't suggest that.

My blogs are not for you, they are for me. That's my one conscious concession to selfishness. You are all very welcome to come along for the ride, I love all those who've ever taken the time to read my blog. Just do so with a little pinch of salt, and remember: IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT I SAY. I am just Jae, a 26 year old guy from Greenwich who's sphere of influence is limited mainly to my tenants and whether or not their tap gets fixed today or tomorrow0. I'm hardly going to shake up the established social order of my own flat, let alone the world! So try to keep things in perspective and not get too angry when you leave a comment. Manners are free.

RANT ENDS (and you are so lucky I choose this rant today over yet another "How to use the bloody train" rant which I think even you, oh patient one, have grown tired of)

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Big Brother: So Very Dull

2009-07-15T20:56:00.005+01:00

So why do I keep watching? Yes, Dear Constant Reader, you thought I'd got bored of Big Brother weeks ago and had stopped watching, didn't you? NEVER!

So what's happened? Hmm... Scary Sree has left the building, Angel also made an exit and thankfully great big bully Kris was kicked out this last eviction night. Sadly, despite this deadweight being lost, there is still no one I actually like in the house. Thankfully new housemates arrive at the end of this week (after a week of visits by housemates of the pass! Woo!).

But until then let's see what we have left:

Rodrigo. He looks cute but I've always been sceptical of him because of his VT stating he went to church every day. What sort of person goes to church EVERY DAY?? Someone without a life. Rodrigo is far too tightly wound and highly strung and gets annoyed over the stupidest things. If only he'd smile sometimes and stopped whinging I'd be behind him all the way.

Charlie. He's just a stupid gay. One of those boring queens who read Heat magazine and think having a life means going out to clubs. All the time. His inability to see the evil that was Kris makes him my least favourite queer of the series. Oh wait...

Lisa. Wow. She's miserable! Does she ever stop not liking other people in the house? The fact they all look to her as the wiser older housemates bemuses me completely.

Halfwit. He's moved on from awkward outsider to smug, arrogant inner circle plotter (alongside Marcus) who is guilty of all the things he used to protest against with Kris. Grr...

Marcus. He's taken over from Halfwith as the awkward one. His chasing after Noirin is borderline terrifying and makes Sree look positively reluctant! I cringe everytime he comes on.

Noirin. I just wish she'd grow some balls and be honest with Marcus. God girl, stop leading him on by not telling him enough is enough.

Dogface. Nothing. She may as well be a bag of air for all the personality she has.

Karly. Unintelligent, loud mouthed chav. I 'hink she cannae win.

Siavash. He doesn't believe in evolution. Sorry, but that's all I need to know.

Bring on the new housemates!!!

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Gibbs The Bearded Dragon and Nuf The Venus Fly Trap

2009-07-14T19:44:00.003+01:00

Gibbs is very settled in now. Jim and I tend to leave his vivarium open when we are in, and he often pops out to see what's going on, and returns normally without any fuss. He has shed again this weekend and is now an absolutely gorgeous orangey colour, and far happier for getting out of his old skin. He has a great personality, lovable to Jim and amusingly suspicious towards me (he'll happily sit on me, but he also regards me from his vivarium with a look that seems to ask "Is it going to eat me?"). Honestly he has livened up the living room and is absolutely a joy. And it's been great to see Jim go from an eager buyer of a bearded dragon to an enthusiastic carer. He loves Gibbs so much, he's even wrote a book and made a website about him!! Check it out at My First Bearded Dragon (if I can't plug my other halves stuff on this blog, then what's the point?!)

Nuf is not doing so well and that is entirely my fault. She needs more light. She NEEDS more light. I have a strict budget and will need to wait until the end of next week before I can get her some grow lights. Whilst most carnivorous plant growers would look at me in disdain for admitting this, I think this looks quite snazzy. Will it be enough light? Doubt it based on the Carnivorous Plant FAQs. But nevertheless I shall persevere.

Now... if only Jim would let me get a Praying Mantis... okay.... maybe that is one step too far!!

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Torchwood: Children of Earth

2009-07-12T15:49:00.004+01:00

This last week on BBC One, we have been subject to a 5 day extravaganza of Torchwood. And it was amazing. If you are reading this and don't want spoilers my advice is for you to stop reading articles entitled "Torchwood: Children of Earth"!!!

Each of the 5 episodes was more thrilling than the last. We begin with Jack, Gwen and Ianto visiting their families and friends as a new crisis in which all the worlds children become conduits for an alien intelligence (the 456). Jack introduces us to his daughter and grandson. Gwen discovers she's pregnant much to Rhys' delight. Ianto visits his sister and her husband and comes out. But the Government don't want Torchwood around as the crisis deepens, and attempts to kill them all. There the adventure begins. During the course of this adventure the British Government agrees to give up 10% of the worlds children, we discover Jack was implicit in an earlier such deal, Jack's family are taken hostage, Torchwood blackmail the Government with video footage of Cabinet meetings, Ianto dies (*SOB*), Gwen and Rhys desperately fight to save a group of kids as the Government begins to bus children to army bases, Jack is rescued from a prison and finds a solution... which leads to him sacrificing his grandson (and horrifying his daughter) for the good of the rest of the world. It ends with Jack heading off into the great beyond leaving a tearful and distraught Gwen and fractured Britain behind.

It was an intense, exciting and ultimately depressing tale leaving nothing sacred and leaving you on the edge of your seat. This was a story about the nasty nature of humanity, the dark choices that face those in positions of power (be they an awful Prime Minister or Captain Jack) and the only character from Torchwood who both survives and maintains her goodness is Gwen.

Will Torchwood continue? Part of me desperately wants it to, because I've always been a fan. But part of me thinks this ending is too final, too awful and too clear. Any attempt to have another season would probably end up cheesy and boring. But I'd love to be proven wrong!!

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A World Without Men? Bless The Stupid Journalists

2009-07-09T20:08:00.004+01:00

Some scientists find a way to create something pretty damn close to a human sperm and the media (and foolish idiots) start imagining a world without men. Well here's the pictures guys, if we were able to find a way to ensure a healthy genetic diversity (which we probably would given humanities amazing ability to solve problems eventually when we finally really need to [but not before!]), within a few generations women would start to disappear too. Women are not some divinely separate being from men. They are one part of how humans evolved through procreation. Without the need to find a mate their bodies were very quickly begin to adapt to a new reality. A few hundred generations? There would be no men, no women, no humans. What would be left would be a new species. That is the crux of it.

Based on this sample of opinion on the blogs most of the bloggers mentioned are either terrifyingly sexist (I'll never understand why it's ok to be sexist against men) or those worrying sort of wimpy men who see the emasculation of men in every news story (they seem to believe their penis gets a little smaller each time a woman turns out to be just as good as they are. Sadly it's always been that size). None seem to have grasped the basic scientific principles behind sexual reproduction and it's affect on evolution. Bless them.

A world without men would also become a world without women. Now can we move to something more interesting like new salamanders

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Another New Home For Brent Corrigan

2009-07-09T18:52:00.003+01:00

NSFW!! Yes, our favourite porn star Brent Corrigan has got himself a new URL and a new look for his site. Check it out here. It's all gorgeous and new media filled with keyword clouds and Twitter. Plus lots of gorgeous flesh.

And of course his ever fabulous journal is still about (here) so don't stress Brent Corrigan fans!!!

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Readers Of A Sensitive Disposition Look Away Now

2009-07-08T20:33:00.003+01:00

Historically speaking I think of myself as a very lucky child. I was born at the end of two significant times in world and British history, the Cold War and the Troubles. With the Cold War I was obviously too young to notice anything less than the fall of the Berlin Wall. But I do at least remember that, and knowing that something rather big had happened. But I sadly wasn't too young to remember the terror campaign of the IRA.

In Northern Ireland the times known as the Troubles were complicated and featured a two way conflict between terrorist organisations (and the RUC, British army and Irish security forces). The ramifacations for the "mainland" were quite different, especially down here in the south. And my family who were around at the time, whilst not stupid, were not politically or culturally as aware as they are now. We didn't understand the whole Catholic/Protestant conflict, nor were we too bothered with the concepts of nationalism nor unionism. All my family let on to me was that there was an organisation called the IRA and they killed people like us. They might hide a bomb in a suitcase or a bin, and you'd never know until it exploded. Even after the Good Friday Agreement I still treat bins at railway stations with unwarranted wariness.

Sometimes I wonder if everyone has gone mad when I look at coverage of the 7/7 attacks and the "increased security" caused by it. Doesn't anyone remember the Ring of Steel? Even in Maidstone (the "big town" nearest me when I was young) there were often closed off areas due to bomb alerts. If Muslims think they are treated badly by the police, they should remember how Irish men were treated during the early nineties (at least in Kent!). They couldn't even work in construction in Folkestone when I moved there without being accused, behind their backs of course, of being IRA spies monitoring the construction of the Channel Tunnel. The local news spent, roughly, the next 8 or 9 years after the local Deal Barracks bombing featuring at least one story on the subject daily. I was only ten when the Warrington bombs happened but I remember a great deal of upset even in our distant little corner of the country.

Of course most of this is the ramblings of someone who remembers that time through the eyes of a child and it should all be taken with pinch of salt, but it is a subject that has been on my mind a lot recently as I've met a lot of people who seem to either not know of this time (most, but not all, being born abroad so I forgive them) or have completely erased it from their mind. And then Jim introduced me to a programme called "Deadliest Warrior" and that's how I found this...

For those two bored to watch, that's a video of what would happen if the IRA and the Taliban had a five a side death match. Words fail me. They really, really do. I listen to an awesome podcast called Dan Carlin's Hardcore History, and in his current series on the Eastern Front of the Second World War he neatly started it by mentioning how he never got angry emails when he talked about the Punic Wars because it was too far removed. But when he talked about something like the Second World War he did get angry emails because there were still people around to listen to his show who can look at their arms and see the tattoo they were forced to have in the death camp they were assigned to. I wonder if the programme makers ever had a single thought even approaching that idea. I thought the programme featuring the Apache versus Gladiators was a little "too soon" on the Apache front, but the IRA vs. Taliban really took it too far. Can I please be allowed to massacre the programme makers using only cocktail sticks fired from high pressure cannon? Because I think that's the only proportional thing, in their eyes anyway!, to do given their complete and disgusting lack of thought for how wrong their show is.

Glorifying the violence of humanity is not something to be proud of. This show is deeply disturbing.

Too yucky even to dwell on any more...

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Elizabeth Taylor; I Doth My Hat To Thee

2009-07-07T19:29:00.002+01:00

Whilst these words were said on the publicly accessible Twitter service, I still think Elizabeth Taylor hits the nail on the head on how I feel about most public grieving "whoopla"s as she calls them.

Jackson's long-time friend Elizabeth Taylor has also declined the opportunity to speak at the memorial.

"I cannot be part of the public whoopla [sic]," she wrote on Twitter.

"And I cannot guarantee that I would be coherent to say a word."

"I just don't believe that Michael would want me to share my grief with millions of others. How I feel is between us. Not a public event."

What is it about people that makes them get so upset about someone dying who they didn't really know? It's pretty much what I moan about in my "I Hate Princess Diana" post.

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Nuf The Venus' Fly Trap

2009-07-05T21:09:00.002+01:00

So Nuf has settled into her new home and whilst it hasn't been as sunny as she'd like (although I'd prefer less sun myself!) she is starting to come out pretty well. First feeding of the year tomorrow I think just to get it out the way.

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Mmm... Now Here We Have Jae's Perfect Man

2009-07-05T12:00:00.001+01:00

Pictures are so much easier than content...

... especially when they are extremely pretty and yoinked from Daily Buff Boys

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Jeffierce - Thai HUNK!

2009-07-04T22:36:00.002+01:00

Today I'm missing Thailand, so I thought I'd bring you a Thai flavoured treat! (Happy Independence Day for my American readers!!)

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Nuf The Venus Fly Trap

2009-07-02T19:29:00.003+01:00

When I was younger I used to hate being taken to the local garden centre. No, not for the usual kiddie reason of it being "boring" (trust me I used that excuse for just about every other shop!) but because it was full of the most marvelous things that I desperately wanted but could not afford (nor could my Mum at the time, despite much begging on my part!).

The pet section had terrapins, tropical fish, budgies, rabbits and allsorts but our own home menagerie (imagine a petting zoo with goats, a tortoise, 2 large dogs, 3 cats, 2 rabbits, a fish pond, a fish bowl, 2 hamsters and whatever I'd dragged in after a walk with the dogs) was already overflowing and I always left without anything feeling disappointed.

There was a section even more exciting, a small shelf for "exotic" plants populated with some cacti (which Mum did let me get YAY!) and the carnivorous plants. That was when I first laid eyes on a Venus Fly Trap and have wanted one ever since. So the other day I finally got round to ordering one from a nursery whose online store is appropriately named "Little Shop Of Horrors".

Today it arrived. I'm going to let it settle before I photo it, in case it dies an ignoble death early on.

A new addition to Jim and I's budding menagerie!

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RIP Mollie Sugden AKA Mrs Slocombe

2009-07-01T20:21:00.003+01:00

Mrs Slocombe has passed away, there has been no news regarding the whereabouts of her pussy. Famous for her time in Are You Being Served? she has been one of those television characters that you just can't help but love!

Not since Her Majesty, the Queen Mother passed away will a lady be so very much missed by us all.

Farewell Mollie, you shan't be forgot!

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Too Hot. Can't Write

2009-06-30T18:57:00.001+01:00

Sun make Jae brain hurt. No work. Here Kayne Lawton.

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Reasons To Watch Telly 1: Lincoln Lewis

2009-06-29T09:00:00.000+01:00

Lincoln Lewis is an amazing hottie from Home and Away and I think I may be in love. Sorry Jim. The weddings off ;) (Not really, who wants Lincoln Lewis when you've got your own ex-Navy man huh?)

Yoinked from Tottyland

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The Gay Pride Posts

2009-06-28T21:53:00.007+01:00

Given that it is Pride season, here are my pride posts from throughout the years:

My first pride was 2003 London pride. I was 20. I might have been out on the scene for years but I had somehow missed out on the events of pride. Firstly, from reading the post and knowing what happens in the future, I was a cruel and heartless bitch to Stephen that day. I want to say I was hanging with the wrong crowd but that's no excuse. Sorry Ste!!

Secondly, Gareth was boring. BORING. What did I ever see in him? He wouldn't even join the parade. Plus he spent the whole time perving over Ben, and I don't think we were quite at that point in our relationship yet if you know what I mean.

Ben, Gareth, Me and Jon

Highlights: Ben. He's always a highlight. Tina C. Free porn.

Lowlights: Sitting in Gareth's front room while he and Jon sorted through clothes thinking "What on Earth am I doing with these people??".

Brighton Pride 2003! I'm not going to lie to you. Brighton Pride (at least back then) beats London Pride HANDS DOWN! Oh look... NO GARETH. Boring.

Ben, Jon and the ever lovely Zoe!!

Highlights: Being back in Brighton for the first time since the bad stuff. Being at pride with Ben and Zoe. The glitter (honestly Jon and Zoe spent the next year finding glitter in their cars from Ben!!). The randomness.

Lowlights: NONE. It was fandabbydozzy!

London Pride and the first Big Gay Out 2004

I was in my "BLAH!" stage at this point. If readers think I moan a lot now, they should all read the posts between November 2003 and October 2004. All 5 of them. ;) Rants all of them.

Highlights: Making up for last year with Stephen. Ben. Pete, the EXTREMELY gorgeous boy. Sam Fox on stage. The suicide pact with Pete when McFly came on.

Lowlights: Grumpy Jae. Silly Big Gay Out being very boring. McFly not taking off their clothes and making love on stage which is the only thing that would have saved their act.

Soho Pride 2004: This was frigging weird. I think I dreamt it all. I certainly can't find a blogpost about it. Me, my date (a tiny but sexy black policeman called Alex) met up with Tom (my scary stalker at the time) and hilarity failed to ensue. WEIRD.

Brighton Pride 2004: (August 7th) Erm... I have no blogpost!!! Well here's the lowdown. One Mister Jim FAILED to show up because he had to go to America for work or some such excuse so our first ever meeting was postponed. Met up with Mark from Croydon who I've only actually met a few times but he used to work at the BBC and put messages from me on their sports TV feed at the bottom of the screen (made up ones of course, but he livened up Wimbledon for me!!). It was... very lonely but fun in it's own way. Remember sitting on the very long train journey home thinking life couldn't get much worse. Little did I know good things were just around the corner.

London Pride 2005

Jim's first pride!! It was low key, in a classy and good way.

Highlights: Jim

Lowlights: Not enough bags of free handouts taken. No Ben.

Europride in London 2006

It was a world cup year so Meredith, Sam America and I headed out on a gay adventure taking in football at the old Ku Bar and the pride parade.

Highlights: Half naked footie supporters stumbling into pride events.

Lowlights: Lots of queuing to see boring football to please Sam America. Not gay enough. No Ben. No Jim.

2007 was my first prideless year. Why? Erm... I had better things to do!

London Pride 2008 and my pictures!

Frankie and Christine accompanied me to pride in 2008 and I educated them in the art of blowing rainbow whistles and attaching pink Union flags to railings. And also had to help some pride stewards hold Frankie back from attacking some poor innocent Christian fundamentalists who were telling us we were going to Hell. Good times.

Highlights: Naked men.

Lowlights: Not gay enough. Boris Johnson.

So really... even though I think Pride has gone massively down hill even in the few years I've been going, I really should go this coming Saturday. Just for old times sake.

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Bug Hunt!

2009-06-28T12:26:00.006+01:00

So there I was cleaning out Gibbs' salad bowl in the kitchen whilst Jim was starting to feed him in the front room. Suddenly there was a holler, and I came a running to find Jim standing the middle of the room as two crickets scurried to get away. I promptly joined him in a stampy dance and we managed to vanquish our worthy adversaries pretty quickly. Unfortunately this was just the tip of the iceberg.

Jim had just gotten the box of crickets out and was showing them to Gibbs when Gibbs decided he wanted to eat them NOW and made a jump at the box and it had flown out of Jim's hand and opened as it fell to the floor. Jim managed to get it closed but by that time around 30 little monsters had escaped and thus our bug hunt commenced.

Thankfully Gibbs has not moved on to these yet

Nor these...

Furniture was upturned, long forgotten mementos found (Honey Bear! The lesser spotted fork. Jim's Napa Valley Bike Tours cap), and rubbish moved about. There was much reaching under things, and nashing of teeth. We did things that I regret, it was plainly a massacre and none were given quarter. But all's fair in love and war.

The Enemy

I'm doing my part, are you?

And finally a musical interlude...

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Eyecandy

2009-06-27T19:24:00.001+01:00

Just because...

Yoinked from somewhere, but I've forgotten exactly where. Sorry!

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The Things You Hear

2009-06-27T12:37:00.003+01:00

Ireland, Great Britain and other islands in north west Europe.

Overheard at a Bureau De Change in Hammersmith yesterday

American customer: "So are you guys on the Euro over here?"

Cashier: *shocked look* "No sir, we are on the pound"

2nd American customer: "Oh really? Do they accept pounds in Scotland?"

Cashier: *facepalm* "Yes, Scotland accepts pounds"

1st American customer: "Oh so they accept pounds in Ireland then?"

Cashier: *exasperated look* "No in the Republic of Ireland they accept Euro's but in Northern Ireland it's pounds."

2nd American customer looks confused.

1st American customer: "What's different about Northern Ireland?"

Cashier shoots herself.

OK. She didn't (she explained the different between the United Kingdom and the Republic of Ireland, politely and as well as could be expected [note for those confused: the United Kingdom is a sovereign country of which the countries you call "England", "Scotland", "Wales" are part and includes a portion of the island of Ireland called "Ulster" or "Northern Ireland". This country is also known as Britain. The Republic of Ireland is a sovereign country which occupies the majority of the island of Ireland. It is sometimes called Eire. Simple]). But God, how on Earth do you travel to a country and not know what currency they use? How do you make it from your arrival point in Britain to Hammersmith and NOT know that Britain's currency is the pound?

I understand not everyone is as anal as I am about finding out about my destinations, but surely the two basic things you learn before you travel to another country is 1) what language do they speak and 2) what currency they take. You don't just turn up and hope for the best!!!

Then I went and got a Cornish pasty from the West Cornwall pasty company. They are a chain.

"Are your pasties fresh or frozen?" asks one gentleman.

"Well we bake them here but they are sent to us frozen." says the shop assistant.

"Yuck" says the man as he walks out.

Who in their right minds expects a chain food place (Delice de France, West Cornwall Pasty company etc) to cook their stuff fresh? GO TO A LOCAL BAKERY!!! It's no wonder local bakery's are going under, their customers are too stupid to know what makes them special.

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Big Brother Blues

2009-06-26T21:27:00.002+01:00

The housemates this year are, quite possibly, the least fun and most grumpy people ever placed in the Big Brother house.

Charlie pisses me off. He does silly, malicious little childish things (like throwing water over Angel). When this upsets his victim he does the one thing I can't stand; apologises and then when his victim doesn't accept his apology to his satisfaction turns it around on them and decides they are being difficult. Sorry Charlie, people shouldn't accept apologies just to make someone feel good. If you are going to do stupid, childish things, then stand by them like a man!

Lisa is an uber-bitch. She gets involved in every argument and if anyone DARES suggest that they have a different opinion to her (like Halfwit) she lectures them on not lecturing her (pot calling kettle) and storms off like a 5 year old. And she hangs out with the wrong sorts. And she likes Sree. Ewww...

I thought Noirin might be a little ray of hope. I had hated her on her VT but the way she handled Sree endeared her to me. Sadly as soon as BB let her stop drawing glasses on her face she turned into a new queen bee and a bitch.

Siavash is just boring and rather than being an individual is a bit of a follower of the crowd.

Karly and Dogface are the sort of girls I just DO NOT associate with in the real world. Airheads who bitch and whine (a lot like I'm doing here, but I've got a blog so it's ok [hypocrite!]) and are just generally dumb.

Kris is the male version of Karly and Dogface.

Rodrigo is bland. Marcus is coasting through. Sree is Scary Sree, nuff said (WTF how did he not get nominated??). Halfwit talks rubbish.

I'm putting BB10 on probation. One more week and if there isn't someone nice in there then I'm giving up.

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Michael Jackson Is Still Dead

2009-06-26T19:39:00.002+01:00

You'd think, considering the fact the news is still plastered with Michael Jackson headlines, that any moment something huge is going to break like Michael Jackson has come back to life. Alright already, we get it. Michael Jackson is dead. The only person in the world who didn't know was Jim and I finally told him about an hour ago.

My first ever album was Dangerous, which I got on cassette when I was about 8 years old. And I have to say I've been somewhat of a fan ever since. Not one of his scary fans, but an interested party. But I'm not crying over his death. Why? Because:

1) everybody dies sometime, it's sad but...
2) I didn't know him and I personally hold the opinion overly emotional grief about someone who you don't know is insulting to their memory and to the grief of their family and friends.

I hope he didn't feel too much pain and died as peacefully as possible. Now let's let his family grieve for him in peace and move on to more important topics like Kenyan Witch Lynchings, the approaching extinction of the cutest marine mammal ever and evil monsters.

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This Is Why I Love Science

2009-06-25T19:45:00.002+01:00

Scientists spend years arguing over something, with theories for causing it becoming ever more complex. Then a couple of scientists do some research and go... "oh it was just dragonfly nymphs" (who, by the way, are evil little bastards for a frog fan like me. Eating tadpoles, the rotters!).

Check out this story about frog deformities. Were they caused by human pollution, a new disease or parasites? None of the above! Dragonfly nymphs. I told you they were rotters!

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Stoopid

2009-06-24T20:35:00.002+01:00

My head hurts today having suffered a major attack of stupid people both at work and commuting. Glad to be home. But...

I finally got my giant desk! It does mean I now sit in a far corner anyone from anyone (hello internetz!) but it also means I can survey my realm from my new position. My legs protested for a time at the strange new angles they could move into but soon settled down when they discovered it was the proper way to be.

In other news, have you all seen the horrific news that EVIL seagulls have learnt of a new food source... live whale! Only those of us from beside the sea truly know the demonic intelligence that inhabits every seagull. Only they could conceive of this.

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Four Days Off With Jim And Gibbs

2009-06-22T14:09:00.004+01:00

Being a bit skinty poos (as Jim would say) we've had a very quiet weekend, if slightly longer than usual due to my flexitime and holiday. Which hasn't been a bad thing, I've managed to do a few posts for Moonlight Investigation and even a few saved up so I can keep that blog going along a little better. Rushing those posts is just not possible, as I've found out.

Gibbs the Bearded Dragon is doing well, looking amazingly gorgeous and cute no matter what. Just look at him and tell me he isn't delightful?

You know, I've had all manner of pets before including tortoises and an American Bullfrog but I never thought I'd get a lizard AND think he was actually very adorable. It's not that I've ever disliked lizards, but that from my experience of wild ones, when I was younger and messing around in the Pit in Snodland, I've always felt them to be somewhat emotionless and cold which is very much not the case!!

Oh and it would seem the scriptwriters are at least considering putting Khan in Star Trek 12. NOOOOOOOOO... don't do it. Please God do something original. It's great Star Trek has been rebooted but don't then follow the same path. Let's have some new adventures!!

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Scary Sree's Days Are So Numbered

2009-06-22T13:56:00.004+01:00

Halfwit might get on everyone's nerves but surely this week Scary Sree must receive the most votes come nominations. He has gone from being a weird, philosophising "Love Guru" to a crazy, bitchy stalker from hell in a matter of a week. His argument with Noirin the other night was a perfect example of how horrendous he is. Noirin and Sree attempt to talk about their problems. Noirin wants an apology from Sree for how he has been treating her. First he starts going on about Marcus, about how badly Marcus speaks to her. She persists and eventually, and we are talking minutes of him ranting, he comes round to make the most false, inappropriate apology in history before going off again about Marcus.

This boy is insane, in the very bad way, and very, very creepy. GET SREE OUT!!

P.S. Don't you just love how insane, in a good way, Angel is?

P.P.S. Rodrigo has gone from HOT fave to really annoying, miserable bastard. He needs to lighten up a little. Jeez.

So current faves: Noirin, Angel and Lisa (even if she is almost as moany as Rodrigo).

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