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I watched 'Diary of the Dead' last night. It is well shit.
That's a pity. I am drowning in self-loathing at the moment because I can feel myself getting into Battlestar Gallactica - even though it's plainly bollocks.
And this morning, I yelled at not one, but two women for assuming that because no-one was in front of them on the escalator they can stand still, talking to each other on both sides.
I have perfected the craft: A stunned "What the HELL are you doing?!" induces guilt and gets across your contempt.
A man with a massive rucksack was walking up the escalator in front of me this morning, and so was bashing people out of the way for me. I think I shall hire a sherpa every time I wish to climb escalators at Central line stations.
If I wanted to be beaten over the head with morals and trite social commentary, I'd have wrapped the Bible up in the Guardian's politics section and smashed myself repeatedly. That would probably have lead to more gore too
I moved flats yesterday. It was well strenuous.
What's the new place like?
whilst full of all my precious babies, it went generally fine. Everything is now unpacked; we just need to assemble the coffee table now.
Basically: the place looks totally sexy and i'm sublimely happy today :D
How are you?
(P.S. T-MINUS 5 WORKING DAYS)
Is due to CD towers collapsing. It's a terrifying sound at 4pm...
I'm good. I've managed to secure a bit of freelance writing work (some paid, some not) for when I'm being made redundant which is quite a nice feeling :)
AND it's only 9 days til the Glasgow Barbeque Extravaganza :D
to make arrangements for either barbecue materials or sub-crawl materials (i.e. liver repair kits).
I'll PM folk around next Thursday when there's a better guage.
Glad to hear you've got something in the pipeline for the meantime though - silver lining and all that jazz
I forgot to reply to you the other day. Thanks for the offer, but if it's all the same to you I'd rather have this job. Despite the delights portrayed in the alternative offer.
I found out a couple of minutes later it was skin cancer. On his foreskin. :)
Now I'm nervous about my hood. I might get it lopped off.
I dreamt about Alcxxk and Supersonic last night. Both of them got mauled by Micheal Myers of Halloween fame, and I got away without a scratch on my body. However, SOMEONE hadcut the wires of the lift, and I plummeted to my death. Nice.
though it seems you're indulging in BSG without the rest of us.
I'm confusing with Battlefield Earth.
And I wish I could be so rude to people on escalators. Does it give you a good sense of satisfaction?
I'm STILL on the phone to BT. OH JOY
You like Walthamstow, right? Want to come to the dogs this evening?