29th August, 2008 (7:18 pm)
The Day I Was a Genius (20)
Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test: English Genius
You scored 97% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 87% Expert!You did so extremely well, even I can’t find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don’t. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you’re not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!
For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com.
I AM SO AWESOME. Dare you challenge me?
What do you mean, is it a slow blog day?
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28th August, 2008 (8:23 am)
The Day With the Wii Mii Weee (6)
In 24 hours I’ve put on three pounds (wtf?) but dropped my Wii Fit age from 32 (my actual age) to 29?
I think my board’s blind. Not to mention batshit crazy.
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27th August, 2008 (3:43 pm)
The Day With the Dancing and Dr. Who (12)
I think we’ve just about recovered from our trek across the country to see George Michael’s (allegedly) final UK arena show. As M’s work wouldn’t give him the day off following the bank holiday weekend (bastards), we had to drive to London and back all on the same day. This meant that I got home at 2am the morning of my return to work. Heh.
It was a sheer fluke that we got the tickets at all. I was home the day they went on sale but by the time I got through on the priority line for Ticketmaster at 9.02am they’d already sold out, and the website was crapping out errors and time-outs like nobody’s business. So I’d kind of resigned myself to missing it but kept doing that random refresh that netheads do, just on the off-chance the page may load, and then on the off-chance the page did load. I hyperventilated and promptly booked the tickets before the website changed it’s mind, and a few weeks later two shiny, purple Final Two tickets fell through my letterbox. AWESOME. I didn’t even have to get one of those bolloxy restricted view places or pay £200+ tickets either - for £50 each we were sat smack bang in the middle at the back of the top tier. This meant that we had a fantastic view of the entire stage, albeit with Michael left looking a bit ant-like due to the distance. But I could live with that!
We got there really early, though. M gets a bit anal about travel/parking times etc., so thanks to an early start after dropping S off at my in-laws and a clear drive, we had five hours to kill when we got there. FFS. :p So we had a walk around, a drink and some food, and managed to spend the entire day together, just the two of us, without one wanting to murder the other. And because it was, like, THERE, we went to the Dr. Who exhibition - WITHOUT OUR SON. (I’m sad to report that after suffering through three series’ worth of the Doctor and Rose and Donna and crap-actor-Martha (S isn’t interested in Chris Eccleston, so we haven’t seen S1) I’ve been infected by the Who bug. How embarrassing.) I felt awful about going without him at our side, but wtf IT WAS RIGHT THERE! We toyed about how to approach it; lie and pretend that we didn’t go, fib and say we HAD to go or simply cough up the truth. In the end we plumped for the latter, so after I gave him his pressies and showed him the (bad phone) photos, I asked if he was cross that we went without him. He cuddled me and said no, course not, he got the best pressies which is just as good! Bless. :) We bought him an exhibition guide so that he could see all the exhibits currently housed in London and he loves it . . . to the extent that the front cover has already fallen off due to excessive reading. No Kudos Cool Parenting Points loss for us.
Personally, I think the main reason he’s so cool about it is because the Earl’s Court show sports two of the spooky Father Christmas’ from the Christmas Specials and they completely and utterly SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. That’s right - not the daleks, not the cybermen, not the woman who steals people’s faces or the teachers who turn into flying bat-things. He will watch just about anything other than extras dressed up in cheap Santa Claus costumes and plastic masks.
Anyway, I know Michael’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I thought he rocked. He did some solo stuff I knew, some solo stuff I didn’t, and then some awesome Wham! (WTF? there’s no official website?!) stuff that everyone knew and went mental for. I’m a little young to remember Wham! properly - I was five or six when they split up, I think - but I do love the complete campness and danceability of stuff like Freedom (good video!) and I’m Your Man. I don’t normally notice stuff like video displays and light shows, but even that was incredible - so while I fidgeted through the slow stuff that I don’t like, the stage still looked pretty and it was more than adequately balanced by his patented hip shake and fake police uniforms. Yay!
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25th August, 2008 (9:36 am)
The Day With Games v Girls (12)
This article at GamesRadar has kicked up a bit of a stink. As a gamer who coincidentally also wears a bra, I’m not entirely certain what to make of it as of yet. Instinctively I think it’s just a laugh, a bit tongue in cheek, but peel that back a bit and the post-feminist in me bristles a bit. What about you? Gamer or not, bra-wearer or not, what’s your take?
I actually met two guys from GamesRadar at the Dead Space event and they were cool, kind, funny guys. Apparently their ex-pat boss went nuts over a Bagpuss VHS tape for reasons which can only be understood by British people of a certain age. I am of that age.
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24th August, 2008 (9:20 pm)
The Day With The Wii (8)
I never really understood the whole Wii phenomenon. Yes, it’s cool and all that you can bowl in the living room (we took S bowling this afternoon and paid a ridiculous £22 ($40ish) for the 90 minute privilege - I lost BTW) but, not being funny, the whole reason I play video games is because I don’t want to exert myself. If I wanted to play tennis I’d go play tennis. It’s a personal thing, but when I’m at home I usually want to do at-home things - you know, like shooting the crap out of monsters or playing the guitar solo encore on my sold-out world tour, strings (well, buttons) MELTING from my awesomeness. You know - the usual.
That said, we have now finally bought a Wii. We waited for the hype to settle - and the price to drop a little - but when this month’s pay packet finally brought home an extra grand thanks to months and months and months of back-pay as I waited for my work’s pay dispute to be settled, we finally bowed out and bought one. We’d talked about it maybe being good for S and his hand/eye co-ordination, that it’s probably better for him than watching TV, and that it’ll be something kinda cool that we can all play together, but the truth is we spent £200 on a console simply because I wanted the Fit Board. Yeah, I know - hella lame.
So I fired it up. And it told me that I was a lardarse. Heh - like that’s a shock. I put in an easy-peasy target to kick me off - 7lbs in a month - and yesterday I lost 2lbs. M put on 2lbs - HA HA HA - and I was so smug and superior, laughing and pointing at and scorning him for the rest of the day. I went to bed still giggling, my guts sore from the mirth, and then when I jumped on the board this afternoon, still snickering to myself, turns out I’ve put on 3lbs. WTF?! I’m doing twenty minutes of annoying, cutsey aerobic crap and for what? To GAIN weight? I’m fairly certain that I can accomplish that on my own from the comfort of my sofa’s ass groove.
Don’t start. I know 20 mins is fuck all. And I know that it’s a game, so save your breath. Nonetheless . . . I’m lazy and unconditioned and it’s simply not fair that my body aches THIS MUCH and all for nothing!
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