Saturday, February 22, 2003
Dirty Pretty Things.
Fucking excellent film.
Go and see it.
It made me cry! ¶ 9:11 PM
Friday, February 21, 2003
This goddamned thing doesn't have the capacity to make anything stripey! ¶ 6:38 PM
Hanoi Woman Glows in the Dark (thank you for the link D d d daizy) ¶ 1:20 PM
Tank girl rocks.
Fucking mutant kangeroo things!
GRIN ¶ 2:36 AM
¶ 2:35 AM
maniacal laugh:
I'm feeling particularly like my superheroine persona tonight. Except with stripes. ¶ 12:04 AM
Thursday, February 20, 2003
I now have a guestbook! Go on, sign it, make my day :)
¶ 1:25 PM
We are all well and truely haunted by what we write on the internet. I have been amusing myself this morning looking up my mates names on google and seeing if I get anything remotely connected with the people I know. Well, I guess when we all post on message boards/forums/submit our stuff to zines we think of the internet as this masssive thing you can dissapear in. Well, my friends, you are all there. Almost everyone I looked up I eventually found some impassioned rant on a message board, at the least! Haha. I love that so much. When I looked myself up this site comes up, of course :) , and (yes really), my dreadful teenage poetry submitted to some site or other, and bolloks comments everywhere! Arrgghh. I'm not even gonna tell you what I found using ancient AOL screen names... ¶ 11:34 AM
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Yey, the new edition of The F-Word is out. This month the best of the F-Word is probably the TV reviews. This time there are feminist-style reviews of the Michael Jackson interview and Wife Swap.
Today I have been lounging around and half-heartedly doing my Old English translation. I'm still kinda recovering from going to Top of the Pops last night with Annette (pics much later, I didn't take my digital camera). It was a weird experience. When I was about ten I used to wonder about the exciting lives of the studio audiences of this show. After the fatally dissapointing experience of having to fake an excited reaction to yet another poor excuse for a band, I am enlightened. Why is it that so much that seemed glamerous and amazing when we were young is such a dissapointment? I yearned to be on top of the pops, I really did!
Actually aside from it being a desperate dissapointment to my inner 10 year old, it was kind of a laugh :)
Seeing the real enthusiasm of some members of the audience was an experience in surprise all on it's own.
As was the - for lack of a better word - compere, who told us which stage to go to, which way to clap, and how to fake actual enjoyment by whooping louder, and encouraged us (demonstrating himself) how to rock it up and 'pogo' for the mildly soft rock like songs, 'give it some bling bling' for the vaguely hip-hop based song, and 'disco' for the dancy-catchy song. He was man from the Office. Flashdance. No, really. Conclusion from the experience: working for the BBC must suck more that I have the words to express. Also look out for shapes that vaguely resemble me on Friday night's show.
[edited for terrible spelling. I still left some of it in actually. Fuck spelling.] ¶ 3:36 PM
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
