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Horizon at 9:00 prt 3 and.. phantomsgrief
22:29 Jan 31 2011
Times Read: 827

...when so few listen, I am fortunate that I know a few who do: phantomsgrief for example...



Eventually I told her: "you were kind and listened to a whiney old git."

No Horizon at 9:00 Part 2
21:02 Jan 31 2011
Times Read: 829

I so like GalFidays kismet:

"They say this is the City of Angels, all I see are dead wings."



And I want to smile, except I'm in so much fucking pain from my gum!

... no Horizon at 9:00 p.m,
20:52 Jan 31 2011
Times Read: 831

Went to lie down Monday evening and, calm down after an annoying phone-call from someone asking for my Father and not saying who they were or where they came from: except to say it was personal. I’d sad ‘Goodbye’ and Dad said, “It was probably the insurance. And, as if payback were offered, or mince inside the gum, there was inflammation and great pain at the base of the tooth I went to the dentist about recently, which he tells me will be the next one out. Needless to say, I didn’t feel like watching Horizon at 9:00 p.m, which was all about pain, so I told my Father that.

it took forever!
01:21 Jan 31 2011
Times Read: 838

Went to Karl’s Sunday afternoon: acquired ‘Devils Playground’ and watched some interesting C Sharp utilized, as a program for launching missiles. Karl had been playing’, for home research, again. Later, I am got a tad too thoughtful and analytical, as ever, whilst attending to a poorly laptop. Then the frustration set in, after the discovery of a Trojan on it. Then I was having laptop and malaware issues and a disc that took forever to burn.

BOING!
13:45 Jan 30 2011
Times Read: 845

**bounces out of bed and shivers**



damn why can't my fingers get warm??

where's those little red pills of mine???

“I prefer it thinner than that.”
00:30 Jan 30 2011
Times Read: 853

“It was minus four this morning,” so the fellow next door said to me come Saturday afternoon, as I was going out to go get some ginger wine, to take the chill off any English day.



Then, checking the temperature once more, he’d told me, “It’s minus two in the shade.”



And, that was just after I’d cleaned the windows on a blue-sky day and my knuckles seized up with my fingers turning dead and red.



Once I got back, I prepared the lentils and garlic and vegetables for the lentil bake and started making the blackcurrant and apple crumble, with fruit provided by Sheila, a friend of the family, who’d called on Friday, with Tilly the Collie-dog, who I give two biscuits to, just two: an she’s finally gotten used to the word ‘no’.



And, although the crumble was good, Dad still managed to find something to criticise and, in this case it was the custard, “I prefer it thinner than that.”



Later, I finished rewriting the first Angel story I wrote successfully, so felt good.

past endurance and, into silliness then out again...
14:07 Jan 28 2011
Times Read: 863

All Thursday afternoon I stayed indoors, that is, except for emptying the bin.



I’d had enough of peoples silliness already, on Wednesday, so was loath to go out to encounter more.



As it was, I hadn’t had to go out to find it, as silliness found me, courtesy of someone on VR, who with a little power, reminded me greatly of the last ex, with the way she had to have the last word and would brook no discourse on the actions she’d made.



Well, having endured her, for longer than I should, I went to voluntary work, content that at least there I’d be able to feel listened to and, ideally ‘feel’ useful…



As it was, there were not too many at the door. But, those that got served, also got Kit-Kat’s, chocolates and, one fellow got a microwave.



And, albeit I did little bar serve the meals and see to the bins, I had got what I’d wanted and Needed: I’d felt useful.

Dinosaurs on TV
00:50 Jan 27 2011
Times Read: 871

To my knowledge, equality means just that. Grant you, I am aware that providing opportunity for equality for all is paramount. If someone is right for the job, they’re right for the job. Yet, if that can be taken for granted: there are several things, which must be taken as read; women should be treated the same as men, their hours, their pay and retirement; and misogynists like Richard Keys and Andy Gray have little place in our society, anymore than the anti-man adverts so prevalent on television now, or the programme ‘loose Women’, where anti-male humour is endemic, playing on every male stereotype and cliché there is; to the extent that if that programme where presented by men, in a similar manner, it would be banned, yet, it’s women, so it’s okay.



It’s not right, it’s sexism: simple as, yet seemingly permissible.

... you gotta be kidding!
15:13 Jan 26 2011
Times Read: 891

I'm doin alright, just a tad cheesed off with the knees and the dole/wirral met college.

am trying to get some extra training and, there's silly blocks in my way, it seems.

"am I suitable" for a work-related scheme/course was asked.. you gotta be kidding!

'Death Wish' and vampires.. the connection.
00:13 Jan 26 2011
Times Read: 894

Tuesday night, before Dad and I had sat to watch a documentary he Mediterranean I had chilled awhile, watching Charles Bronson in ‘Death Wish 2’. Oh-how-love those films. It’s not the weapon, it’s having the desire to use it: and, I find it interesting: that someone can do as others want to and don’t have the guts to, take back the streets, from the scum that reside there.

After the documentary, I sat to watch CSI 11:03 a vampire related episode. The funny thing was seeing how Laurence Fishurne had gone from the street hood played by Laurence Fishburne 111 to the fellow who tracked down the Vampire’s killer.

..like a blubbery thing.
15:33 Jan 25 2011
Times Read: 901

.. just heard a beautiful song sung by a caring, sentimental lady, with Christian leanings, I think.. an now I'm blubbing.. like a blubbery thing.

13:29 p.m.
13:30 Jan 24 2011
Times Read: 911

[[am doing coven stuff, listening to the radio and, freezing my t*ts off, geez it's cold in trhis back room!]]

Friends list
01:32 Jan 24 2011
Times Read: 921

... the friends list I am on numbers into the hundred, or so; though, I talk to about twenty on it.

... a bubble-hash virgin.
01:18 Jan 23 2011
Times Read: 975

I had a spectacularly wonderful bus journey: smoked an awesome joint, made from thc crystals, filtered through ice; bubble-hash, he called it. I'd heard of it.. first time in 30 years though. I had been a bubble-hash virgin.

'twas a dank night
00:01 Jan 22 2011
Times Read: 977

There weren’t too many customers at the door of the church at the project this week, ‘n I’d say that was plain down to the weather, judging from the attire of those who turned up. That said, a couple of things of note happened.



The two Asian ‘professionals’ didn’t turn up, as Roger had wanted and as I expected. As I had said to him, “Aw c’mon, how often do new volunteers come back a second time?”



Yet, there was other stuff, more positive stuff.



One fellow, who sat on the left of the doorway as we served and was wrapped up quite well, with gloves and balaclava ‘borrowed from my sister’, seemed well pleased with us and toward the end of our serving, kept saying to us, “You’re good youse are…” And, when I say illustrated the girls working with me, he’d said, “No, youse are.” I think he’d meant singular, as well as plural.



He was made ‘dead chuffed’ though, when Amy had found some hats and gloves and stuff and even got the black pair, he kept asking for: [[so, he could return the grey one’s he was insistent on, [[so he could return the grey one’s to his sister, I believe!]]



Then, as the guys were leaving the churches double-doors and wandering away from the porch and down the path several said ‘goodnight’, all said ‘thank you and one fellow, short [to me] with a bald head, name of Jonathan, said to me, “And everything’s been cleaned up.



When Jonathan, the volunteer, and I had gone outside, bin bags in head to tidy up in front of the church we found our customer had been right, all was tidy and the rubbish had been put in the bin, for us, “for Neil.”



Heck, even the fellow left eating his ‘scran’, [[fish finger ‘n chips]], had put his rubbish in the bin before he’d gone.



An geez, the night air had been truly biting, as I had wound my way down the hill and back into town. And, I’m not really not too surprised we didn’t have too many too serve. But, those who arrived got well fed, ‘n that’s cool, well cool.

... a good day!?!
16:13 Jan 20 2011
Times Read: 986

... it was my late Mother's birthday today.

I managed to get an appointment with the dentist, for Saturday .. and, I've endured the stress headache to end all, as my Father invited the police round to check on and possibly remove the antique pistol that's sat on the wall for well over forty odd years... I mean, these are the people who beat you up, when you don't resist arrest.

‘Give and Take’
23:48 Jan 19 2011
Times Read: 993

The end of Wednesday night saw me sitting down to record ‘Give and Take’ by Here and Now, for someone who piqued my interest with mention of the prog. rock band of the seventies.



I started the day with the compression in the spine aching and realizing I needed to reorder diclofenic, even though the doctor doesn’t seem keen on me taking it.



And the gum recession is worse on the left hand side, the knees ache and, as I walked back from his the Full Moon was shining bright through a velvet sky.



And I recall calling into see Pip and the horticultural shop on Allport Road and she said I was the first she’d seen all day not complaining. Although, I’ll concede, she wouldn’t have said that when I offered to share my interests in ‘Here and Now’ and my passion for acquiring for someone else, to someone and, they didn’t show any interest; and I felt dismissed, well, then I’d taken umbrage. I’d felt like, well… I was being dismissed, my interests, my passions. “Y’know? The things that make me, who I am.”



As it was, I put the album to disc, knowing full well that at least I’d please someone!

informative and scary.
00:33 Jan 19 2011
Times Read: 1,003

Got home on Tuesday after noon walking like john wayne again, albeit, John Wayne with a bad back. I’d taken enough painkillers for the walk and, in fact did the four miles, in just less than forty-five minutes.



When I got to the dole, I explained about the hassle I’ve had with jobsites on the web.



I’d updated anf reposted my CV to jobsite.co.uk, then to CareerBuilder.co.uk and was then contacted out of the blue by Evolution.co.uk. Thinking there’s been a link between one of them and the latter, I posted a cv there. I had then been contacted by a firm that ignored my email, saying I’d be forwarding it to the jobcentre or police, as they sent an application for a ‘job’: on the form it was saying my Bank Details were a prerequisite.



Avon was the firm, although to be honest, it could have been any name, it was just a scam.



And, it seems ‘they’ are rationalising the signing days and times of many unemployed like me, so my day to sign on will soon change, with all the messing to my benefit that will probably ensue from that.



It also strikes me that they’re doing this to ensure that a private concern can come in and run ‘the system’, nationally.



That aside, my adventures continued, when I found a handbag and took it in to the police; some of the faces that got pulled, as I walked were a hoot – swear down they thought I’d nicked it, rather than what I was actually doing.



After a rest after tea, my joints were too bad and, come nine, I watched a programme about the banking system with Dad: informative and scary.

.. a simple act
16:28 Jan 17 2011
Times Read: 1,011

I wentt to the post-office and change my collected two pence’s into a pound. And, isn’t it strange, the satisfaction you can find, from a simple act like that.

... I'd get told off again.
00:27 Jan 17 2011
Times Read: 1,020

up till recently I would sit full lotus while writing, or watching films.. hence getting told off by the doctor.. if she knew I still put them round my neck, I'd get told off again.



**Grins**

‘spinach and lentil bake’ and, a walk.
00:20 Jan 16 2011
Times Read: 1,033

I finished a story Saturday morning, sittin bed, then posted it online, before going a walk for coffee and onions, on a day when the rain was expected, but was held back by the wind. And, after the pain I’d endured on Friday, I really enjoyed the walk.

Come mealtime, I cooked the meal I invented while walking, ‘spinach and lentil bake’ which we ate with fillets of smoked mackerel. Later, I typed out the recipe, in the event that someone else might want to make it, then they could...

Vampires: The Turning ???
00:09 Jan 15 2011
Times Read: 1,040

Then, come Friday morning the knees were still giving me hassle as we left the house on a blue-sky day to go shopping at the Azda and as we toddled round the store I was struck by how everything had gone up in price, a few pence.



Always ‘a few pence.’ Every week, it’s another ‘few pence.’ One has to ask oneself how can the purse take that week after week, when one’s money isn’t rising in a comparable fashion?



I spent much of the day walking like John Wayne again in pain, till the evening when it started to dissipate and, feel ‘normal.’



I had seen and enjoyed John Carpenter's Vampires, with James Woods and Vampires: Los Muertos, with Jon Bon Jovi. Now thanks to a friend’s information, I’ve obtained what’s billed as the third ion the films, Vampires: The Turning with Colin Egglesfield, Although, I was given a warning about it – ‘it’s not as good as the others…’

A class act...
23:18 Jan 14 2011
Times Read: 1,041

Got to the project to find two young ladies, of an Asian origin were at the main front doors, asking for Roger, so I’d directed them to the side door, were I was going.



Neither the girls, who Roger and I are so tickled by and Shirley the dead-efficient one weren’t there and, Amy [[Ms eco warrior]] was there over-cooking the burgers, with the rationale that she was a veggie, so didn’t know.



We were that short-staffed, I’d thought, ‘Back to normal!’



Just as I was going to start taking over the cooking, as I would, only to be told by Roger that the tables needed doing.



Two young ladies, of an Asian origin were at the main front doors, asking for Roger, so I’d directed them to the side door, were I was going.



As it happens Shamina and Axa were a class act. They hadn’t needed to be shown what to do, as some volunteers are like. That said, I’d still be pleased to find that it was a quiet night at the door, as my knees were giving my gyp.



Come the end of the night, as everyone got lifts, I walked.

burning eyes...
14:20 Jan 13 2011
Times Read: 1,056

Wednesday night saw me utilizing someone else’s computer, via remote control.. to proof-read.. and I ended up with burning eyes



[[was not telling him that tho]]



and he went to bed rested.



It’s cool to think that come five years or so, my dyslexic friend will have a good future to look to, in part through my help…

Dad dancing making sense.
13:44 Jan 12 2011
Times Read: 1,068

I just saw a YouTube clip of Jensen Ackles as Dean in hit-horror show Supernatural lip-syncing to Eye of the Tiger by Survivor, by someone who saw my Dad dancing video…



Considering it was the track I was Dad dancing to.. her remarks about mine made sense.





I'd been dusting inna white robe, as I 'danced' and she'd made the comparison 'tween the two.

Justin Bieber evil?
23:08 Jan 11 2011
Times Read: 1,083






I watched the first episode of the new series of CSI, the one where Ray lives and, Justin Bieber is shown to be possibly evil. Well, not him really, but the character he played. And the thing is, I wanted to hate his performance, on my favourite show [[besides Doctor Who that is]] and, unfortunately, I wasn’t able to.

‘Damned celebrity tweenie’, I thought, as I turned the teevee on.

Yet, that last shot, where he stared toward camera, before the credits rolled, was good.



“Damn!”

... a treat, ‘Vampires: Los Muertos’
12:53 Jan 11 2011
Times Read: 1,090

So rarely nowadays do I just sit down and watch a film I want to see: but, Monday night I did just that, I went to bed early, for me and with my duvet pulled up to my neck, coffee at my side, ashtray within easy reach.



I’d watched ‘Vampires: Los Muertos’ the sequel to John Carpenter’s ‘Vampires’ with Jon Bon Jovi in the James Woods role.



Corny and cliché the two films may have been, but like ‘Daybreakers’, ‘Dracula 2000’ and one or two other films I can think of were films that have kept me thoroughly entertained. Better still, I woke on Tuesday morning, to a really beautiful blue-sky day.

MMmmm...
12:00 Jan 10 2011
Times Read: 1,098

'orrible frellin fingers don't like dank..



ah well, I just got a bar of orange truffle chocolate from Vienna... in the post.



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am sure it'll go well with, ginger wine.

just disappeared...
00:41 Jan 10 2011
Times Read: 1,101

The fridge arrived shortly after 12:00 p.m. and, gave my Dad something to do for most of the day, while I left him, to go to Karls. It was irksome to him that the new fridge was inches taller than the old one, thereby leaving little clearance between the cupboard and it and, we had left the thermometer in the fridge.



I’d got to Karls and he had ‘homework’ for me to do, which I appreciated, as I do like to stretch myself: and, the problems he leaves me to deal with are usually worth my attention.



While I was there I asked him about receiving my email ‘the other day’, the one about the Doctor Who Proms, presented by Karen Gillam.



The concert was similar to the Tennant one, presenting an opportunity to showcase many of the Doctor’s enemies through the series, as well as the music of Murray Gold, which was purely impressive. The pity was, Karen’s legs were a distraction and I only got seventeen of the nineteen pages worked on.



Come the evening, I had a puzzle: many of the hundred’s of channels I suddenly obtained whilst upgrading recently had just disappeared.

beneath the duvet...
13:15 Jan 09 2011
Times Read: 1,104

I woke quite late on Sunday morning, to the sound of the fridge being scraped, on the other side of the wall, that is the kitchen; pleased to see a blue sky and, more than a hint of the sun, when I opened the curtains.



After pulling on the white robe, I went into the kitchen to make a coffee, only to see that Dad had already moved the fridge-freezer, so that it’s door now faced the back door, on the other side of the kitchen, from where it had stood.



“So how did you do that?” I asked.



“Little by little was his response. And I could just imagine him rigging up something to match the Egyptians to move the damn thing such is my Dad. As it was, I think it was ‘as simple’ as carpeting and wood, to cushion the cork tiles, as he edged it across the kitchen.



I returned to my room with my coffee, to type awhile, keyboard on my bed, the laptop on the floor, being ‘careful’ not to sit in full-lotus, on the edge on the bed, as the doctor had reminded me not to, ‘for too long’.



[[Well, there was also the fact that it felt warm on my knees, beneath the duvet…]]

‘Fool That I am’ and, Tim Minchkin
01:36 Jan 09 2011
Times Read: 1,110

When Saturday came, the weather was better than I’d imagined: and was a ‘travelling day.’ Mid-point to my destination a whiskey was had, a double, ‘no water thank you, it’s dilution.’ Then I’d carried on my journeys. Got to a friends in Liscard and, discussed an opinion with him, after making much observation on the way, ‘as you do.’ I’d told him of the six, seven, or eight couple’s I had seen, where the young woman [[of about seventeen to twenty-one, or so]] was using ‘that whining voice’ on her boyfriend, often complaining that he doesn’t listen: and I was thinking, “No wonder.. you frigggin shriek like a goddamn harpy…” But, you can hardly say that, now can you?



[[Haven’t they heard you can get more with honey than with a big stick? Daft sods.]]



My friend introduced me to Tim Minchin, an Australian singer/comedian/performer who I thought was brilliant.



I got in at about six, after writing an unusual piece on the train, then cooked an ate a curry-based concoction, I really enjoyed.



The Spencer Lee programme on Radio Merseyside produced some good listening.



The one alive of Jackie and Bridie was on, [[ahem, I forgot her name] and there were two songs of theirs that really got to me: ‘Hello Friend’ and ‘There But For Good Fortune’, the lyrics of which I think many should read, hear actually listen to.



Albi Donnolly from Supercharge [[Still rockin’ after thirty-five years]]; singing blues double-bass and, ‘Fool That I am.’



I felt very lucky to hear what I did.



It was as I was doing the dishes that I heard, then saw after opening the back door, the last of someone’s new year fireworks going off into the night sky, the sparkling rain, falling gently downward.



Much as Dad doesn’t like computers, in the evening, he gave me the product number and, I looked up the tracking time for his fridge’s delivery on Sunday.

‘the essentials of life’...
21:34 Jan 07 2011
Times Read: 1,123

First thing Friday morning I had looked out the curtains first thing, to see a grey sky and white stuff had fallen again and, so I turned to Dad and said, “I’m off…” to the bank and do some shopping. I wasn’t going to have dad taking the car out, in that; so with my headset on, I went a walk, beneath a grey sky, as the snow continued to fall.



The music was excellent of course, the walk had been pleasant, but man-oh-man, did my knees ache goodstyle when I got back, with bread, milk and fruit, ‘the essentials of life,’ as it were…



Needless to say, it began to rain pretty hard in the afternoon, rain that carried on throughout the evening. Ideally, it’d mean good travelling weather….

"Aw eh, someone gottit"...
16:13 Jan 06 2011
Times Read: 1,140

Reply



Email to Self





On 15:28:25 Jan 06 2011 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



I was playing with their conventions and, their expectations.



On 15:28:25 Jan 06 2011 (-0 GMT) ********* wrote:



That's why it made me smile.





On 16:07:21 Jan 06 2011 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



if one person gets it, it's worth it.

...a tad contagious.
14:17 Jan 06 2011
Times Read: 1,145

Thursday morning I was up early and, having tidied the back room, ready for Dad doing the housework, I readied myself for my walk to the doctors, on a pleasant blue-sky morning. While I was talking to the doctor, I had mentioned my knees and the diclofenic. Besides being told that I have to cut down on the diclofenic, as I’ve been taking too many, I’m told [[up to three a day]] I’d also been advised to cut down on sitting full-lotus for hours writing. In fact, I’d been told, “Try sitting like normal people.” Gawd, that was probably the last thing to say to me. As it was, I had smiled, before laughing, as politely as I possibly could, as I like the doctor.



Once home, I sat to write awhile, as I watched an untypical modern Jean Claude Van Damme film, ‘Until Death’, in which there were no high-kicks, but rather than that some spectacular gun fights and a good story-line.



When I rose, to clean my cups I went through the lounge and, Dad had passed a letter to me, that was addressed to he and I from a friend of my Mothers family. We’d got a Christmas card from her, so Dad had written a letter of explanation to her. That letter had prompted this response, in which it was obvious she had written in anger, over the loss of a good friend.



It was a Thursday, a day when I keep myself thoughtful and generally very sensible, but her anger at my Mother’s death was more than a tad contagious.

...it’s been suitably amended on VR.
14:18 Jan 05 2011
Times Read: 1,186

I ended up going to bed early, for me that is: before twelve. Although, by the time I got to finishing making my coffee for the morning etc... it was after, as usual, tough only twelve fifteen.



I went to bed miffed and, very pleased.



I was pleased that so many had taken the trouble to read my piece and, that a few commented, as I’d wanted.



But, I was miffed off that one of those comments had been able to highlight a particular error, that being how character names change.



Well, what’s that ‘they’ say? ‘Be careful what you ask for, you might just get it.’



That said, at least I’m aware now… though, I wish I’d realised my error before I’d posted the story.



As it was, I slept erratically through the night, as it rained: then woke early, only to fall asleep again, after going to the bathroom.



The first thing I did, after a coffee and bed making, was return to my bed, adjust the keyboard to suit and, began to do the corrections that had so obsessed me throughout the night. As it happens, it seems to me, there weren’t too many and, now it’s been suitably amended on VR.

... done, dusted and on the site.
22:00 Jan 04 2011
Times Read: 1,194

Perhaps it’s the way I sit cross-legged in an armchair in the backroom, when I’m on the PC the keyboard between my knees; or it could be the way I sit full lotus, on the side of my bed, the keyboard on a stool as I’d worked on my new story, for hours on end; or it could have been, this time, the walk to sign-on this Tuesday, that meant that by 5:00 pm, I had real pain in both knees, again; just as if they were inflamed and I they were burning.



And, speaking of the dole, they’d given me notice of a change to occur, in April, though not stating what the change is. As it happens, I knew the fellow who I spoke to today and he told me that they’re re-aligning all the NI numbers and their respective days, so the scheme can be understood nationwide, [[by a private provider, mayhap??]]



Anyways, I finished my story, which like The Sydney Incident, ‘is different’. ‘Though, different to what?’ One might ask Different to what I’m ‘supposed’ to write, is what I men. Well, hopefully the good people on VR will give me feedback, as to what they think of it? But right now, I’m ever-so pleased it’s done, dusted and on the site.



And, thanks to some feedback, I can give it the attention it needs to character names...



I might be able to proof-read others work, but my own...

'Primeval' pancakes and blackcurrant jam.
16:26 Jan 03 2011
Times Read: 1,219

I woke Monday morning with far less pain in my knees than I went to bed with. I’d been up till about one, or so; working on a couple of passages on my new story, sitting cross-legged on the edge of my bed, a tad distracted by the new series of ‘Primeval’, which I find far, far better than series one was.



And, it seems there is a limit now, as to how long I can sit as I do, without some sort of swelling and pain: I can only hope that what I create makes the annoyance worthwhile.



Come lunch-time I used the remains of my Yorkshire pudding batter that failed on Sunday so badly, as I’m not likely to throw anything out, including day-old batter, which I made into pancakes, serving them with blackcurrant jam and ice-cream, going as far as to toss them successfully, with each of the three I had made.

News Years Eve & 'Shoot 'Em Up'
01:02 Jan 02 2011
Times Read: 1,228

New Years Eve began as yet another of those seemingly interminable dank days.

I went to Wallasey, to acquire what I had organised the previous day only to get the wrong bus back to Birkenhead, after a double-whiskey, though I maintain that had nothing to do with it.



I’d got the 413, from Liscard, which as it happens, goes up round the Wirral, seemingly, just to get to Birkenhead. The one thing about it that I revelled in it was that I got a lot of writing done. In fact, the way it looked, as I rode the train later, I’d ended up with a theory as to why I can write easier on the bus than the train.



There they had sat on the bus, all with their headsets on, while on the train, the ratio of being doing so was smaller and, the stories I told of those chatting around me had distracted me from writing.



As the keyboarfd to the little Dell is ill, I linked up a Dell keyboard, ‘I just so happened to have lying around’, so I could watch ‘Shoot ‘Em Up on the Easy One pc and continue to type away. That film is awesome!!!



I dug out my Belgiun truffle chocolates, ‘my taste of Mum’, the last of my ‘Christmas Treats’ I’d acquired, in the run up to the holiday season beginning.



After the film ended, the next on the disc started and, I got to see some of ‘Nude Nuns with Big Guns’, which is the second biker-themed post Tarantino film I have seen, with a good story that actually quite good.



[[And, I’m fairly sure that the ‘colours’ that they were wearing were the same as they had wore in that first one I’d seen.]]



I managed to see the New Year in with a whiskey and, a toast to those departed, like my Mum, as I’d have done if she had been here.



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‘Do you know why a gun is better than a wife? No? Well, with a gun you can use a silencer.’



Quote: Hertz, played by Paul Giametti [[The Elmer Fudd character in Shoot ‘Em Up]]



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I don’t even know your real name Smith. What is it?”



~ Donna Quintano [[ played by Monica Bellucci ]]



“I’m a British nanny and I’m dangerous, that’s all you need to know…”



Quote: Mister Smith – Clive Owen [[The Bugs Bunny character in Shoot ‘Em Up]]



aha.. I have a new mission in Life, to bring Page, to those who were formerly page-less.



very well, I accept this onerous task.

'Torn Legacy 2d' and, a dank day.
01:53 Jan 01 2011
Times Read: 1,080

Thursday was as dank as a dank day gets: and that’s grey and wet ‘and positively ‘orrible.’ My one consolation was that I’d be going to see ‘Tron Legacy 3d’ with Karl.



Well seeing a film in 3d is a big deal to me as the old system of glasses with based red green prism based system was no good to me, as I’m red green colour blind.



Then one friend told me there was a new system that would probably work for me, which I’d found hard to believe, as I’d been wrong so many times in the past.



Next, Karl came along and told me the same thing. So, when he decided we were going the flicks to see ‘Piranha 3d’, which was worth it for “that” underwater sequence, with Kelly Brook.



After the film someone asked me whether I liked ‘Tron Legacy’ and did you need to watch the first to enjoy the second.



Well I did like it and, the 3d and effects were stunning. Yet more than that, it had a story that held my interest, telling enough of the back-story from the first film, for those purists who needed such things: or, ‘Tron’ first-timers.



I had ended the evening watching ‘RoboGeisha’, which for sheer strangeness, nearly matched ‘Machine Girl’, which my friend had also put on the same disc for me. And, though it was in it’s Japanese audio original, as my mate knew little of .srt files, I had hardly cared, as it was so darned original.