Music, Barbie and the rest of the world.

Haven't been around so much for the last few days. I wrote out a long, well-thought out post on Monday night (I think) about the Rodney King thing (about which later) and my computer froze and I lost it all.

Not to mention that all I've done in the last few days is not do my Shorthand homework and eat bread & butter. Nothing but bread and butter. Really it's been technically butter and bread. I've had six white rolls & half a loaf of medium sliced bread since Sunday afternoon- and on that I've had most of a tub of the divine Kerrygold butter. Think I put too much on there... And Amaretto biscuits- I've had some of them too. As for regular food? Fuggeddaboutit. The last actual food I actually had was the remainder of my salad on Monday. Don't know why. Last time I was this bad, I was on Special K and nowt else... and I know where that ended up (passed out, walking into the door at Reds, waking up on the pavement outside before being forcefed KFC by my scared pals). So I will endeavour to eat proper food very soon. Its not like I'm going out of my way to avoid food (the opposite) but I just... can't be bothered.

According to several people, it is Beta-Reader's Appreciation Day so I would like to hug and thank my darlings:

gryffinseye: The first regular beta I had. The one without whom this LJ wouldn't exist. HP DDD wouldn't have a title, wouldn't have been posted I'm sure and wouldn't have a bastard sequel trying to drive me batty. Kidding. You rock, Dan!

marquiserachel: who sat in Pizza Hut Leicester Square, pulled out a sheaf of printed pages, notes and proceeded to question me on every word on every line. She was honest and unmerciful.
Poor old emony. It's not bad enough that she has to study journalism law and shorthand on the same day, but she had to put up with my infamous lecture on HP DDD and all the bollocks that goes with it. emony, I salute thee for sitting through the whole thing!

I just found this on the tickertape on the Mirror website: John Lennon the Musical aims for Broadway. Here's the link: Lennon Musical although I don't know how long it will stay there. Just kill me now. You honestly think, Yoko darling, that John would want a musical in his honour? A musical? A concert, sure. I wasn't really sure about the range of babywear and accessories she marketed- I figured John would see the funny side above all things. But a musical? All that high-kicking, belting-out, showband stuff? Kill me now.

Ono said this: "I realised what John had meant to the world. He was a catalyst who brought down the hypocrisy and the old world establishments by saying 'Gimme Some Truth.'". Someone's started believing her own hype.

Someone seems to have slightly forgotten the point John Lennon was trying to make. Ironic it should be his wife.

What else...... We were given basically the entire history of British Journalism last night in three hours. It boils down to this: Rupert Murdoch now owns everything. Things also discovered: the dying King George V was apparently euthanised so that the paper barons could make the deadline for the morning papers. Hm. There was some other stuff, but I don't remember much beyond Daniel Defoe being such a bad businessman that he ended up owning 17 thousand pounds at one point- this being the 18thC, it was probably a He-yull of a lot more.

Oh, I saw Barbarella last night cos it was on BBC1. It's that 1967 film where Jane Fonda takes her clothes off before the opening credits are finished? Well, it sucked big time, man. I don't care if it was made by the former Mr Brigitte Bardot Roger Vadim and had a special guest appearance by David Hemmings. I don't care- it sucked and dear God, I really don't want to see Henry Fonda's daughter anything less than fully dressed ever. It was weirder in its way even than Lisztomania and was much less funny or charming. Avoid at all costs.

I was going to leave my long, thoughtful post where it belongs (consigned to the ether by a computer bollock up) but I changed my mind. Let me see if I can remember it all...

( Thoughtful Moment. )

Enough of that thoughtful stuff- I've got trivial things to talk about!

I have seen on telly here a couple of times lately a singer called Michael Bouble or something (I think there's an accent or two in Bouble somewhere). Now he's clearly a crooner sort in the Martin/Sinatra/Davis/Crosby vein, and we all know how much I love those guys (specially my innamorato Dino) so I tried to listen along when he was on Parkinson but I was totally left cold and unimpressed.

( More on this... )

Total change of direction and subject now: Barbie. nightfall and I have just been trolling through Barbie Collectibles and trading stories of our youths spent playing. Does anyone else wish they were back in the days when the hot topic of discussion was whose house to go to according to who had what Barbie stuff?

Have also just registered with ebay.co.uk in order to get a My Little Pony video, of all things. Saw the 'Return of Tambelon' video up for grabs and my inner little girl remembered her own copy of said video and remembers playing in the infants playground at school, playing at Return of Tambelon and fighting the evil Grogor.

With that, I shall end. I think I'll be back very soon. Just figured out what day it is.

Music, Barbie and the rest of the world.

Haven't been around so much for the last few days. I wrote out a long, well-thought out post on Monday night (I think) about the Rodney King thing (about which later) and my computer froze and I lost it all.

Not to mention that all I've done in the last few days is not do my Shorthand homework and eat bread & butter. Nothing but bread and butter. Really it's been technically butter and bread. I've had six white rolls & half a loaf of medium sliced bread since Sunday afternoon- and on that I've had most of a tub of the divine Kerrygold butter. Think I put too much on there... And Amaretto biscuits- I've had some of them too. As for regular food? Fuggeddaboutit. The last actual food I actually had was the remainder of my salad on Monday. Don't know why. Last time I was this bad, I was on Special K and nowt else... and I know where that ended up (passed out, walking into the door at Reds, waking up on the pavement outside before being forcefed KFC by my scared pals). So I will endeavour to eat proper food very soon. Its not like I'm going out of my way to avoid food (the opposite) but I just... can't be bothered.

According to several people, it is Beta-Reader's Appreciation Day so I would like to hug and thank my darlings:

gryffinseye: The first regular beta I had. The one without whom this LJ wouldn't exist. HP DDD wouldn't have a title, wouldn't have been posted I'm sure and wouldn't have a bastard sequel trying to drive me batty. Kidding. You rock, Dan!

marquiserachel: who sat in Pizza Hut Leicester Square, pulled out a sheaf of printed pages, notes and proceeded to question me on every word on every line. She was honest and unmerciful.
Poor old emony. It's not bad enough that she has to study journalism law and shorthand on the same day, but she had to put up with my infamous lecture on HP DDD and all the bollocks that goes with it. emony, I salute thee for sitting through the whole thing!

I just found this on the tickertape on the Mirror website: John Lennon the Musical aims for Broadway. Here's the link: Lennon Musical although I don't know how long it will stay there. Just kill me now. You honestly think, Yoko darling, that John would want a musical in his honour? A musical? A concert, sure. I wasn't really sure about the range of babywear and accessories she marketed- I figured John would see the funny side above all things. But a musical? All that high-kicking, belting-out, showband stuff? Kill me now.

Ono said this: "I realised what John had meant to the world. He was a catalyst who brought down the hypocrisy and the old world establishments by saying 'Gimme Some Truth.'". Someone's started believing her own hype.

Someone seems to have slightly forgotten the point John Lennon was trying to make. Ironic it should be his wife.

What else...... We were given basically the entire history of British Journalism last night in three hours. It boils down to this: Rupert Murdoch now owns everything. Things also discovered: the dying King George V was apparently euthanised so that the paper barons could make the deadline for the morning papers. Hm. There was some other stuff, but I don't remember much beyond Daniel Defoe being such a bad businessman that he ended up owning 17 thousand pounds at one point- this being the 18thC, it was probably a He-yull of a lot more.

Oh, I saw Barbarella last night cos it was on BBC1. It's that 1967 film where Jane Fonda takes her clothes off before the opening credits are finished? Well, it sucked big time, man. I don't care if it was made by the former Mr Brigitte Bardot Roger Vadim and had a special guest appearance by David Hemmings. I don't care- it sucked and dear God, I really don't want to see Henry Fonda's daughter anything less than fully dressed ever. It was weirder in its way even than Lisztomania and was much less funny or charming. Avoid at all costs.

I was going to leave my long, thoughtful post where it belongs (consigned to the ether by a computer bollock up) but I changed my mind. Let me see if I can remember it all...

( Thoughtful Moment. )

Enough of that thoughtful stuff- I've got trivial things to talk about!

I have seen on telly here a couple of times lately a singer called Michael Bouble or something (I think there's an accent or two in Bouble somewhere). Now he's clearly a crooner sort in the Martin/Sinatra/Davis/Crosby vein, and we all know how much I love those guys (specially my innamorato Dino) so I tried to listen along when he was on Parkinson but I was totally left cold and unimpressed.

( More on this... )

Total change of direction and subject now: Barbie. nightfall and I have just been trolling through Barbie Collectibles and trading stories of our youths spent playing. Does anyone else wish they were back in the days when the hot topic of discussion was whose house to go to according to who had what Barbie stuff?

Have also just registered with ebay.co.uk in order to get a My Little Pony video, of all things. Saw the 'Return of Tambelon' video up for grabs and my inner little girl remembered her own copy of said video and remembers playing in the infants playground at school, playing at Return of Tambelon and fighting the evil Grogor.

With that, I shall end. I think I'll be back very soon. Just figured out what day it is.

It's my LJ Anniversary!!!

Yes! I just finished posting my most recent entry and realised that I'm two hours into 16th October 2003 and thus have now had this LJ for an entire year!

I shall recall the day one year ago, sat in bed in Lancaster, chatting to gryffinseye and he gave me a code. I didn't have the foggiest idea of what to write, which might be why after three uber-brief posts on the 16th, I wrote nothing until 5th November when I laid into Bonfire Night with some aplomb, also citing Jamie Oliver as an annoying kitchen gimp. He still is.

I can trace the beginnings of my Led Zeppelin Thing in this Live Journal- the two have rather developed at the same time. There's the occasional mention of LZ here and there, then a throwaway, seemingly meaningless mention of Robert Plant... Then the rest is history!

I have 42 friends. That's less than half of a lot of my friends' friends lists, but I read every entry my friends write. I even take some of it in sometimes! I recall good news, bad news and various trolls. It seems like just yesterday I was sat in Lancaster telling my friends all about Pottersginny and whatever other trolls there were that have fallen into the black hole of time.

I've posted ficlets, I've posted rants. I've posted despairing posts and bouncy posts.I've written my life, basically. If it sometimes seems like there's more about rock and roll music than me, don't be fooled- that is my life. I've made great friends and I hope I've been able to at least offer comfort and congratulations and hugs when people have needed/wanted them, just like they've been offered to me. Hell, I've even become OK at icon-making.

In short: I love you all.

It's my LJ Anniversary!!!

Yes! I just finished posting my most recent entry and realised that I'm two hours into 16th October 2003 and thus have now had this LJ for an entire year!

I shall recall the day one year ago, sat in bed in Lancaster, chatting to gryffinseye and he gave me a code. I didn't have the foggiest idea of what to write, which might be why after three uber-brief posts on the 16th, I wrote nothing until 5th November when I laid into Bonfire Night with some aplomb, also citing Jamie Oliver as an annoying kitchen gimp. He still is.

I can trace the beginnings of my Led Zeppelin Thing in this Live Journal- the two have rather developed at the same time. There's the occasional mention of LZ here and there, then a throwaway, seemingly meaningless mention of Robert Plant... Then the rest is history!

I have 42 friends. That's less than half of a lot of my friends' friends lists, but I read every entry my friends write. I even take some of it in sometimes! I recall good news, bad news and various trolls. It seems like just yesterday I was sat in Lancaster telling my friends all about Pottersginny and whatever other trolls there were that have fallen into the black hole of time.

I've posted ficlets, I've posted rants. I've posted despairing posts and bouncy posts.I've written my life, basically. If it sometimes seems like there's more about rock and roll music than me, don't be fooled- that is my life. I've made great friends and I hope I've been able to at least offer comfort and congratulations and hugs when people have needed/wanted them, just like they've been offered to me. Hell, I've even become OK at icon-making.

In short: I love you all.

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Went out to a couple of pubs with most of the peeps from my Journalism class. Would've been better if I wasn't so bloody tired- went home v. early but I did get meself a warm chicken & bacon salad in Wetherspoons, which rocked.

Am well tired- turned up forty minutes late to my first shorthand class today because I woke up at 12... which is when the class started. Had my dad not called me to ask if I wanted a Zep CD set thing (hell yes!) I wouldn't have even realised. Am an idiot.

I have also been putting off typing up a lot of HP DDD stuff and I don't really know why. It's not that I don't want to write or anything, I just... I don't know.

I shall hop onto a couple of bandwagons....

First off, which of these is false? Just reply with the number if you like. Whoever gets it right gets a prize. Don't know what yet, but you shall get something, I'm sure.

1. I was a fan of Joe DiMaggio before I was a fan of Marilyn Monroe.

2. I used to think Harry Potter was crap and just for little kids, even when assured by my friends that it was great.

3. I used to model bridesmaid dresses at bridal shows.

4. I once met the Pope when he came to England.

5. I was once a much bigger fan of Elvis than the Beatles.

Knock yerselves out.

And because I'm a little bit bored....

( Fifty Things Meme )

(no subject)

Went out to a couple of pubs with most of the peeps from my Journalism class. Would've been better if I wasn't so bloody tired- went home v. early but I did get meself a warm chicken & bacon salad in Wetherspoons, which rocked.

Am well tired- turned up forty minutes late to my first shorthand class today because I woke up at 12... which is when the class started. Had my dad not called me to ask if I wanted a Zep CD set thing (hell yes!) I wouldn't have even realised. Am an idiot.

I have also been putting off typing up a lot of HP DDD stuff and I don't really know why. It's not that I don't want to write or anything, I just... I don't know.

I shall hop onto a couple of bandwagons....

First off, which of these is false? Just reply with the number if you like. Whoever gets it right gets a prize. Don't know what yet, but you shall get something, I'm sure.

1. I was a fan of Joe DiMaggio before I was a fan of Marilyn Monroe.

2. I used to think Harry Potter was crap and just for little kids, even when assured by my friends that it was great.

3. I used to model bridesmaid dresses at bridal shows.

4. I once met the Pope when he came to England.

5. I was once a much bigger fan of Elvis than the Beatles.

Knock yerselves out.

And because I'm a little bit bored....

( Fifty Things Meme )