Bye, bye, Tiny Blur.
Now he's wild and free (to a good home).
In other news.
Holiday! Birthday! Both coming up soon! Yay! Too much excitement! Too many !!!!!!!
But if you think that's excessive - over to our Wainwright correspondent ...
screeeeeeeaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeerufusglasgowclydeoctobergotticketsoexcitedscreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There may have been more screaming but I blacked out. I don't know. He wore a flat cap well, but, ow, ow, ow ...
Nose now pinged. Must not mock the Wainwright. Humpf.
Before I go and sit in the naughty corner - the fireworks are, of course, from the Singapore Fireworks Festival. I am not aware of any mass celebrations to mark the end of this era - the People's Tone shuffles off without pageants and ceremony. I could be wrong. Maybe somewhere in Britain tonight a sad and lonely figure is trying to light a damp sparkler and raising a cup of warm Vimto.
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Monday, 25 June 2007
Sunday, 24 June 2007
running to catch up
Busy. So Busy. Don't even have enough time to sneer at Oasis. New album threatened. Someone at The Word has had a funny turn and stuck Liam Gallagher on their list of the best singers of all time. No Ella Fitzgerald. No Billie Holiday. No Nina Simone, Julie London or Aretha Franklin. But they do find space for Monkey Boy - "the only genuinely star grade voice to emerge from British rock in nearly 15 years". Don't know if I should laugh or cry. Think we might be doomed.
Over to Anpan for a grrr.
Back to the busy.
Over to Anpan for a grrr.
Back to the busy.
Thursday, 21 June 2007
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
um, cough, shuffle, need a holiday ...
I'm a bit embarrassed about my "fear of Tom Waits" confession. On the other hand I am trying to be open and honest. Possibly. Perhaps. Maybe yes. Maybe no. Anyway ...
I think that it would be nice idea for me to have a holiday to get over all my trauma but every time I mention this to Her she growls at me from under her pile of bank statements.
I haven't told her about Toy Voyagers yet - thank you, Travel Ted - so if she doesn't shape up and get unbusy soon I'm going to tag myself and see if I can get a posting somewhere exotic. A beach, a bear, and a deck chair ...
Until then I will be watching Mr Darthkittenlover producing one of his most excellent Wondermark strips. Over and over again. And humming "Icky Thump". Because it is still the best thing since ears.
I think that it would be nice idea for me to have a holiday to get over all my trauma but every time I mention this to Her she growls at me from under her pile of bank statements.
I haven't told her about Toy Voyagers yet - thank you, Travel Ted - so if she doesn't shape up and get unbusy soon I'm going to tag myself and see if I can get a posting somewhere exotic. A beach, a bear, and a deck chair ...
Until then I will be watching Mr Darthkittenlover producing one of his most excellent Wondermark strips. Over and over again. And humming "Icky Thump". Because it is still the best thing since ears.
Sunday, 17 June 2007
furtively frightened of Tom Waits
She finally lured me out with a mixture of threats and promises. I've been cowering under the bed since Friday evening. I'm not proud. It was frightening. And there was no warning. And I'm just a small creature. Easily startled apparently.
And no sympathy of course. I'm not saying that Tom Waits is a bad person. He's cool. I'm cool with him. It's just that the sound of him unexpectedly torturing "Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho. It's off to work we go" on Radio 4 did make me burst into tears and convince me that an army of rabid weasels was heading this way to scoop my insides out with tea spoons and use my head as a football.
She says I'm being daft. But, hah! What about that Kate Bush song - at this point I should probably check the title but I'm still too traumatised and you know the one I mean - one about sonic bombs, sounds that can kill. I was definately the victim of an audio maiming on Friday evening.
Thankfully a follow-up mugging (Pete Docherty sings "Chim Chimney") was only alluded to. I was in my bunker under the bed, prodding anything that came near with a cake fork, and blocking my ears with dust bunnies.
So lots of catching up to do. Heigh ho, heigh ho ...
And no sympathy of course. I'm not saying that Tom Waits is a bad person. He's cool. I'm cool with him. It's just that the sound of him unexpectedly torturing "Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho. It's off to work we go" on Radio 4 did make me burst into tears and convince me that an army of rabid weasels was heading this way to scoop my insides out with tea spoons and use my head as a football.
She says I'm being daft. But, hah! What about that Kate Bush song - at this point I should probably check the title but I'm still too traumatised and you know the one I mean - one about sonic bombs, sounds that can kill. I was definately the victim of an audio maiming on Friday evening.
Thankfully a follow-up mugging (Pete Docherty sings "Chim Chimney") was only alluded to. I was in my bunker under the bed, prodding anything that came near with a cake fork, and blocking my ears with dust bunnies.
So lots of catching up to do. Heigh ho, heigh ho ...
Wednesday, 13 June 2007
Monday, 11 June 2007
Camille and the misspent youth
She's dying again. She's hot, feels sick, and everything aches. None of the reassuring coughing and sneezing this time so I prod her with a pencil every now and then. Occasionally she whimpers and asks me to make the horrible, bright, shiny sun stop.
But mostly I've been reading Smax. It is brilliant. First thing by Alan Moore that I've really, truly enjoyed.
I'm having to do a lot of catching up with comics and graphic novels. Thanks to her misspent youth - teenage years wasted wishing she was a Pre-Raphaelite maiden or Myrna Loy - there was plenty of reading but it was all Evelyn Waugh and the Bronte sisters.
Sometimes I could get my paws on one of Uncle S's copies of 2000AD. Have fond memories of Bradley the Sprog.
She had read some of Neil Gaiman's novels - even went along to a signing for Coraline. Her shelves were full of books about illustration. She loved Charles Addams and Edward Gorey. But, comics, well ... that was all superheros and The Beano. Foolish girl.
Bored. There was something by Gaiman she hadn't read. It was in the library. It hadn't been stolen and it was on the shelf where it should be. It was one of the Sandman book.
Doh.
Suddenly she's a comics fiend. She haunts libraries looking for the dusty corner where they keep the naughty books for idiot children. She goes into Forbidden Planet. It's a bit intimidating. She even goes into the scary little comic shop and risks being crushed to death by piles of obscure superheros and barbarian warlords. Very intimidating. And expensive.
She gets excited when a new library opens with a lovely graphic novel section right in the middle of it (and a yummy cafe next door). And goes to a book shop event. Someone called Coll Hamilton talks about his attempts to create comics. Alan Grant and Cam Kennedy have lots to say and Denise Mina is brilliant.
She gets the rest of the Sandman books. And Maus. She could have/should have read Maus years ago. Why didn't they mention it at school?
I like Hellblazer and Transmetropolitan best. Yee ha! Lots of naughtiness. Big and clever. With a packet of chocolate fags and a pair of Spider Jerusalem shades (even if she has to make them for me out of sweet wrappers) I'd be the coolest bear in town.
We keep trying Alan Moore. Everyone says he's the best.
From Hell - it is better than the film ... no well-scrubbed, chirpy, Cockernee prostitutes. Interesting but heavy going.
Watchmen - superhero angst - yawn.
V for Vendetta - bleak, bleak, gloomy, bleak, obscure. Haven't seen the film. Don't imagine there's a break in the action for a big Bollywood style dance number?
Lost Girls - I didn't read this so we'll have to rely on her review - hang on, I'll just get the pencil ... poke, poke - "Beautiful books. Rich artwork. Initially interesting themes but overdone and repetitive."
A few other bits and pieces - Halo Jones and Swamp Thing come to mind. Meh. Whatever.
But now Smax - a bright and funny tale of death, disappointment, and incest. Plays with fables and fairy tales and popular culture. Dwarves play "Malls and Muggers". There's no stops for the cat bus. And the worst death is Dennis. It's fun. Good, old fashioned fun.
But mostly I've been reading Smax. It is brilliant. First thing by Alan Moore that I've really, truly enjoyed.
I'm having to do a lot of catching up with comics and graphic novels. Thanks to her misspent youth - teenage years wasted wishing she was a Pre-Raphaelite maiden or Myrna Loy - there was plenty of reading but it was all Evelyn Waugh and the Bronte sisters.
Sometimes I could get my paws on one of Uncle S's copies of 2000AD. Have fond memories of Bradley the Sprog.
She had read some of Neil Gaiman's novels - even went along to a signing for Coraline. Her shelves were full of books about illustration. She loved Charles Addams and Edward Gorey. But, comics, well ... that was all superheros and The Beano. Foolish girl.
Bored. There was something by Gaiman she hadn't read. It was in the library. It hadn't been stolen and it was on the shelf where it should be. It was one of the Sandman book.
Doh.
Suddenly she's a comics fiend. She haunts libraries looking for the dusty corner where they keep the naughty books for idiot children. She goes into Forbidden Planet. It's a bit intimidating. She even goes into the scary little comic shop and risks being crushed to death by piles of obscure superheros and barbarian warlords. Very intimidating. And expensive.
She gets excited when a new library opens with a lovely graphic novel section right in the middle of it (and a yummy cafe next door). And goes to a book shop event. Someone called Coll Hamilton talks about his attempts to create comics. Alan Grant and Cam Kennedy have lots to say and Denise Mina is brilliant.
She gets the rest of the Sandman books. And Maus. She could have/should have read Maus years ago. Why didn't they mention it at school?
I like Hellblazer and Transmetropolitan best. Yee ha! Lots of naughtiness. Big and clever. With a packet of chocolate fags and a pair of Spider Jerusalem shades (even if she has to make them for me out of sweet wrappers) I'd be the coolest bear in town.
We keep trying Alan Moore. Everyone says he's the best.
From Hell - it is better than the film ... no well-scrubbed, chirpy, Cockernee prostitutes. Interesting but heavy going.
Watchmen - superhero angst - yawn.
V for Vendetta - bleak, bleak, gloomy, bleak, obscure. Haven't seen the film. Don't imagine there's a break in the action for a big Bollywood style dance number?
Lost Girls - I didn't read this so we'll have to rely on her review - hang on, I'll just get the pencil ... poke, poke - "Beautiful books. Rich artwork. Initially interesting themes but overdone and repetitive."
A few other bits and pieces - Halo Jones and Swamp Thing come to mind. Meh. Whatever.
But now Smax - a bright and funny tale of death, disappointment, and incest. Plays with fables and fairy tales and popular culture. Dwarves play "Malls and Muggers". There's no stops for the cat bus. And the worst death is Dennis. It's fun. Good, old fashioned fun.
Sunday, 10 June 2007
cheerful things
Bill Bailey
The Voco Stephen Fry talking alarm clock
This house
This picture
This cartoon and this one
Day Watch finally getting a UK release date. Yay! not till october ... ho hum
The Voco Stephen Fry talking alarm clock
This house
This picture
This cartoon and this one
Day Watch finally getting a UK release date. Yay! not till october ... ho hum
last rays before sunset
She had a bad day. We curled up and read until the light began to fade. There's a time of 
day when it turns to dark honey. There are a few trees outside the window of our little flat. They are lush and green and we can pretend we are hiding in a secret tree house. The light flickers and we watch the shadows playing. She lit some candles and I danced to make her laugh.
I danced to the Pet Shop Boys. She laughed a lot.
day when it turns to dark honey. There are a few trees outside the window of our little flat. They are lush and green and we can pretend we are hiding in a secret tree house. The light flickers and we watch the shadows playing. She lit some candles and I danced to make her laugh.I danced to the Pet Shop Boys. She laughed a lot.
Thursday, 7 June 2007
my brilliant idea
It was a brilliant idea.
"Why don't we sell up, buy a gypsy caravan, and devote the rest of our lives to worshiping the White Stripes?"
"Because 1) we own nothing. It all belongs to me. 2) Even if I did sell everything, including you, I still wouldn't have the price of a half decent wheelbarrow. 3) I'm not turning my life upside down just because you think that "Icky Thump" is the pinnacle of human achievement."
She did offer me the bus fare to Cumbernauld. One way. It was more of a threat than an offer.
"Why don't we sell up, buy a gypsy caravan, and devote the rest of our lives to worshiping the White Stripes?"
"Because 1) we own nothing. It all belongs to me. 2) Even if I did sell everything, including you, I still wouldn't have the price of a half decent wheelbarrow. 3) I'm not turning my life upside down just because you think that "Icky Thump" is the pinnacle of human achievement."
She did offer me the bus fare to Cumbernauld. One way. It was more of a threat than an offer.
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
cocktail hour
Moi, a hedonist? I nearly dropped my cocktail in surprise.
Spotted this here - Revolvo Inritus - some interesting stuff over there. She wants to have look at the Carnival of the Godless when she has time.
Must go. Planning some spiritual enlightenment of my own.
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Spotted this here - Revolvo Inritus - some interesting stuff over there. She wants to have look at the Carnival of the Godless when she has time.
Must go. Planning some spiritual enlightenment of my own.
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
neti, halp and ponyhof
Her new toy has arrived. I tried rubbing but no genie. Not even the tiniest purple plastic pixie. Bit disappointing. She claims that it's for pouring salt water up her snout. Honestly. It's called a neti pot and she read about it on MonkeyFilter. *snork*Meanwhile, back in the real world ... well, the realish world ...
The Great She Elephant is trying to get us Bloggers to halp each other. Good idea. Because Beth Ditto won't always be there to help.
Bowleserised has added the Ponyhof to her, um, stable. For all your pony picture needs!
Off to watch the fun - a mad woman, a tiny teapot, and a pinch of salt ...
Monday, 4 June 2007
summertime and the drizzle is here
Summertime in Scotland. It's damp and it's grey.
I've been watching Dream Girls. Ho hum.
Time for some Ella, some Bessie, and a bit of Billie - then off to bed.
Good night.
I've been watching Dream Girls. Ho hum.
Time for some Ella, some Bessie, and a bit of Billie - then off to bed.
Good night.
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