Oh, remembered this

Was watching a repeat of satirical comedy quiz show Have I Got News For You. It was from November 2000 and featured this line from Ian Hislop:

"George W Bush makes Reagan look like Einstein."

Comments to the usual address.

Oh, remembered this

Was watching a repeat of satirical comedy quiz show Have I Got News For You. It was from November 2000 and featured this line from Ian Hislop:

"George W Bush makes Reagan look like Einstein."

Comments to the usual address.

My Brother and Other Calamities

My little brother is home for the weekend. He's just got his replacement iPod (long story) and has decided to clutter up our newly restored computer with a bunch of music by such luminaries as Aphex Twin, etc.

This morning, I was awoken by the sound of Jeff Buckley. This is not a bad thing, but I was under the impression that Mikey hated the man. I got this impression some time ago while listening to 'I Want Someone Badly' and Mikey took the piss quite royally. Reminded him off this. He scoffed and said he must've been taking the piss. That boy is more of a historical revisionist than Lou Reed.

His morning salutation to me, by the way, was 'Morning, Squirrel'. No doubt it was some ribtickling reference to the face that aesthetics forgot.

Anyway, he also downloaded 'Dancing in the Moonlight' by Jeff. Asked him to play it, wondering if it was a cover of the Thin Lizzy classic. It was. Now, before I say anything more, I must say that I really do adore Jeff Buckley. I'm not even entirely averse to cover versions (The Beatles' version of Roll Over Beethoven is better than Chuck's original, for instance).

Mind you, Jeff took an upbeat little song and made it dreary. Actually dreary. It's meant to be about a boy risking all (or at least grounding for a year) because he's in love/lust with a girl. In the hands of Philip Lynott and his mates it's a rocky sort of thing with a thumping bass line, clicking fingers and great charm. In the hands of Jeff Buckley it's dreary, dull and only remnants of the bass line that makes the song remain.

Sorry Jeff, but it's not good.

The puffiness in my face has mostly gone down to be left by a really quite painful swelling in my gum above the bad tooth. It's horrible and I doubt I'll be making it into work experience this week. I do not want to be known from day one as Hamster Girl. I do not want to turn up unable to enunciate my words properly. I mean yesterday, I tried to blow a raspberry at my mean dad (my entire family are taking the piss out of me. Suppose it makes a change from the other way around) and I couldn't do it. This of course got great chuckles from ma famiglia. Gits, all.

My Brother and Other Calamities

My little brother is home for the weekend. He's just got his replacement iPod (long story) and has decided to clutter up our newly restored computer with a bunch of music by such luminaries as Aphex Twin, etc.

This morning, I was awoken by the sound of Jeff Buckley. This is not a bad thing, but I was under the impression that Mikey hated the man. I got this impression some time ago while listening to 'I Want Someone Badly' and Mikey took the piss quite royally. Reminded him off this. He scoffed and said he must've been taking the piss. That boy is more of a historical revisionist than Lou Reed.

His morning salutation to me, by the way, was 'Morning, Squirrel'. No doubt it was some ribtickling reference to the face that aesthetics forgot.

Anyway, he also downloaded 'Dancing in the Moonlight' by Jeff. Asked him to play it, wondering if it was a cover of the Thin Lizzy classic. It was. Now, before I say anything more, I must say that I really do adore Jeff Buckley. I'm not even entirely averse to cover versions (The Beatles' version of Roll Over Beethoven is better than Chuck's original, for instance).

Mind you, Jeff took an upbeat little song and made it dreary. Actually dreary. It's meant to be about a boy risking all (or at least grounding for a year) because he's in love/lust with a girl. In the hands of Philip Lynott and his mates it's a rocky sort of thing with a thumping bass line, clicking fingers and great charm. In the hands of Jeff Buckley it's dreary, dull and only remnants of the bass line that makes the song remain.

Sorry Jeff, but it's not good.

The puffiness in my face has mostly gone down to be left by a really quite painful swelling in my gum above the bad tooth. It's horrible and I doubt I'll be making it into work experience this week. I do not want to be known from day one as Hamster Girl. I do not want to turn up unable to enunciate my words properly. I mean yesterday, I tried to blow a raspberry at my mean dad (my entire family are taking the piss out of me. Suppose it makes a change from the other way around) and I couldn't do it. This of course got great chuckles from ma famiglia. Gits, all.

Warning, I have a scanner and I'm not afraid to use it.

OK, so we've had a scanner a long time. Has been in a cupboard for a pretty long time and I've been swearing I'd set it up again soon, if only to scan the pics from my adventure with zorb and her dad and sister in August. Backstory alert!! Our printer has been fucked up for a long old time, needing us to hand feed paper into it, etc. So today at Costco my mammy buys us a new printer, complete with built in scanner. The rest is not only history, but the rest of this bleeding post. I shall post my zorb pics soon, but for now:

 

( A Brief, Abridged, Pointless and Highly Suspect History of Clare. Lots of Pictures. Beware, it will eat up your connection. )

Warning, I have a scanner and I'm not afraid to use it.

OK, so we've had a scanner a long time. Has been in a cupboard for a pretty long time and I've been swearing I'd set it up again soon, if only to scan the pics from my adventure with zorb and her dad and sister in August. Backstory alert!! Our printer has been fucked up for a long old time, needing us to hand feed paper into it, etc. So today at Costco my mammy buys us a new printer, complete with built in scanner. The rest is not only history, but the rest of this bleeding post. I shall post my zorb pics soon, but for now:

 

( A Brief, Abridged, Pointless and Highly Suspect History of Clare. Lots of Pictures. Beware, it will eat up your connection. )