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January 9th, 2009
09:04 am
Ugh. After my industriousness yesterday I can't help but suspect today is going to be a (somewhat hectic) disappointment. The hyacinths are TRYING TO KILL ME. Last night I went in the living room for the evening (a rare occurance) put on some Black Books and got on with my knitting until 9 o'clock when mum and I watched this brilliant new programme Victorian Farm in which a historian, an archeologist and some other people are going to be Victorian famers for a year living in an old farm worker's cottage it's like a dream world. I love all the costumes and all the lovely things they're doing like preserves and trying all the old techniques of farming. Considering the current boom in 'organic' produce, I can't help but dream it might be possible for someone to actually live and work a Victorian Farm- gaining income by tours, school visits and events and selling their 'traditionally farmed' wares. *dreams* I know it'd be back breaking labour, but I can dream, can't I?
Anyway that was great fun, the only thing that wrecked it was that I had a headache building the whole time, and then I remembered the hyacinths on the windowledge. Went to bed to sleep it off but when I woke it was stil there and my face feels like I'm trapped in a vice. Urgh. Have taken half a mucron so I'm hoping that helps soon because my head's all fuzzy and I've got stuff I want to get done. (Like cleaning the cooker. And sending more depressing beggging letters and applications for menial jobs)
*yawns fuzzily*
I made blind scouse yesterday, though mother was utterly unhelpful with ideas about what she'd like tonight. At the rate she's going it'll be warmed up scouse or fishy pasta, for I haven't got any meat out of the freezer for her. Ah well, she'll get what she's given and has no right to moan as I did ask her last night if there was anything she thought she'd like.
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06:46 pm - Linkies
Thus showing I have no life (and that I'm developing a rapid appreciation for Microsoft's 'OneNote' tool):
I'm hugely amused at the 'French Fuss over 'gay Tintin' slur.' in which Matthew Parris (occasionally usefully quotable, opinionated queen) referred to the donkey's-old gay Tintin idea and a load of people went a bit potty over it because "OMG TINTIN DUZ NOT HAVE TEH GHEYZ"...."wel...maybe a little". Particularly hilarious was the quote of "What next? Asterix and Obelix?" AS IF THAT HASN'T ALREADY BEEN SHIPPED.
*lmao*
I've found my new house, should we have some serious lottery win in the future:
A seven-bedroom house on the stretch of the Thames that inspired Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows will set you back some £2.6 million, but it will allow you to prove that “there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as messing about in boats” and also to ceaselessly quote this phrase from the children's classic.
Well, I can dream, can't I?
The geeks will be happy to hear about the previously unpublished Tolkien stuff...though I always wonder about post-mortem publishing...I mean....what if there was a reason for them not being published?
My good mood is somewhat clouded by this of course
"Barack Obama is teaming up with Spider-Man in a comic from Marvel, which will see the future president exchanging a fist-bump with the superhero. The story sees one of Spidey's oldest enemies, the Chameleon, trying to stop Obama being inaugurated. Spider-Man's alter ego, Peter Parker, is covering the event as a photographer, and saves the day."
*weeps* Oh Marvel, Captain America was bad enough, CAN YOU SINK NO LOWER?
*gazes upon Wolverine collection and feels a vague sense of shame for providing them with the income to do stupidly nauseating things like this....*
Current Music: The News Quiz-BBC Radio 4
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