I hadn't heard of plans to broadcast the show, but it'd be great news for me personally; I'm very keen on S Lee's work. *g*
Have forwarded it to colleagues who know more about the broadcast side than I do. Will let you know if I hear more.
It was a cold and blowy Christmas Eve. I went into the offlicence at Sandiway looking for some Sangria or Cava for Catherine's Christmas present, and a man was dragging a large basket-full to the till.
"Alright Jim?", said the man at the till, "Let's see what we got here... two crates of Grolsh, assorted lagers/beers/ales, two bottles of red, two bottles of white, gin, vodka..." Each one bleeped as he passed it under the scanner.
As Jim handed over his credit card, the man asked him, "So, stocking up for Christmas, then? Isn't Christmas just wonderful!?"
"Well, yes", Jim replied, "but if it weren't for the kiddies I really wouldn't bother."
He picked up his booze-stash and left.
Zenbie, you would ADORE Jerry Springer: The Opera.
If this link works, it's very cute.
I've heard a lot of good things about it. The fact that there are people demonstrating over its alleged blasphemy content makes it seem a worthwhile thing to see.
Also... Maine Coon cats! Yay!
Not a horse
That's Pratchettian glamour, that is. *impressed*
That's pretty funny, I've gotta say. Have you been editing it? I'd be interested to know whether the comments have been for and against in about the same proportions as that, 'cos that was about 50:50.
And you've gotta love the way that (presumably) your comment is right near the top. It sounds like you, anyway. Mwa.
Maine Coon?!
I haven't been, no. That isn't our [area of the] site. We did link to it though, when the scandal was at its silliest.
Il gatto half Maine Coon half Ragdoll is in my bad books at present. He's been raiding my room and going through my stuff. See, I'd bought "catnip tea bags" for Mum's birthday as a joke... and hadn't hidden them HIGH enough.
I just got quite a shock. I opened up my lab manual to see what we were doing in labs tomorrow and this sentence caught my eye.
"i) Kill a rat by carbon dioxide asphixiation (this is a Home Office approvedmethod and is humane)..."
Luckily, that part is all done before we get there. I don't think we even get to see a rat. Just its enzymes.
E-a, can we 'ave yow liva? (For all Monty Python fans.)
Telling questions!
Interesting test for those of you who think the big-balls-of-gas-burning-billions-of-miles-away may control your personality...
I find this facinating.
I took it twice, once for me and once as the Spousal Equivalent Type Person and man, he's scored way better in his sign than I did in mine and I thought it'd be the other way around. Scary scary scary. No wonder he starts to twitch when the house gets too messy! (Which is ALWAYS!!!) ROFL
You can't help it honey, you're a virgo.
Read this and couldn't stop grinning.
Sometimes it's a pleasure to do my job.
DESPITE THE LAN CONNECTION DYING ON ME EVERY 30 SECONDS.
Down with skool... well, homework
and cool/sick fake adverts
(DEATH TO THE BLASTED LAN, WHICH CAN KISS MY FEET!)
Keep music evil?
(SACRIFICE THE LAN!)
I've been listening to a lot of E-Type recently. Eurodance. A Swedish guy called Martin Eriksson.
More complainy than amusing, but Jules may be interested in this.
Mayan pretties. Where my boss went.
Ree, remind me that I've got a Mayan-pretties-influenced song you might like. It's a bit weird and it has... kitties! *g*
(*Weft smeks you.*)