I had to take someone to hospital last week and I spent far too long chuckling about the fact that Medway Maritime Hospital has a 'Penguin Assessment Unit'.
Someone at work has broken her leg and so we're all scuttling around trying to cover her shifts. Finding a balance between all the important things in life can be difficult but if you love the things in your life it's all worth it. And if the things in your life love you back, they understand...yes, I'm half asleep and talking gibberish.
Gibberish is a good word. I should use it more in everyday sentences. Along with nincompoop, flabbergasted, and sesquipedalian.
Becca's birthday party was a classic night as always - even if she got so drunk that she thought she was having a stroke.
I'd like to take this moment to send out the following message into the ether: Thank you Chris Morris for 'Four Lions'. Just thank you. Right in the face. There was much hearty laughter ('Spark plugs! Jews invented spark plugs to control global traffic.'); there were tears; there were gut-wrenching moments of empathy and agony, especially for the families of the characters ('I'm taking my team up to the top floor now. I'll see you up there.'); there were knowing nods at the multitude of satirical references and painful truths that cleverly weaved through the entire thing ('These are real bad times, bro. Islam is cracking up. We got women talking back. We got people playing stringed instruments. It's the end of days!'). The characters were beautifully acted and the plot perfectly conveyed the messages intended by the filmmakers. ..I'm gushing a bit. And you can tell I used to be an English literature student by the amount of quotes used to back up my points. I'm so transparent.
Also...everyone hates 'How Not To Live Your Life'...from which I concur that everyone is stupid. How difficult is it to pick up on the subtle humours and sarcasms? The glitter of personality that sparkles throughout the dialogue? That program is not as one-dimensional as everyone claims or wants it to be. So there.
And that just about concludes today's inane ramblings. Congratulations if you made it this far! Here: have a biscuit.
3 comments:
I was told about How Not To Live Your Life by a friend who knew me very well. He said, "he cops off with a posh lady, and thinks she'll be quite coy, but she grabs his legs, pulls them up 'too' far and starts rimming away! Then she is straddling him punching his face"
So I watched it and did find it all very amusing. Its Johnny Two Hats from The Mighty Boosh, also...
Ah, I'm glad someone else appreciates it! Can you relate to Don at all?....After all, he does constantly get himself into sticky situations and doesn't talk himself out of them very well :P
To an extent, though I don't really get myself into those situations due to my uncanny gypsy power of foresight beyond the next orgasm (thanks mum!). I do find the show a handy tool to model those situations without getting into them yourself. Also I like things that go over the horizon, even if the joke might not work, you have to try! Plus I had an adult liason with a lady this year who insisted on rimming me the entire time, and also bought a bizarre sex toy to use on me. Never have I felt the giddy sting of karma so...
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