The Rabbit: Francesca (Frank)
Status: Lost
Poster: "Lost, Frank: rabbit of limited intelligence"
Frank: Was then found and returned.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
My Mad Grandma
My family is bizzare, and all that bizzarity has pretty much condensed in the form of my grandma.
Two bizzare things she's said, well, one bizzare and one frightening.
Bizzare:
"Oh, you have such smart friends, you should form a band!"
Frightening:
Grandma: So, do you keep in touch with your friends using those various technologies?
Izzie: Yeah.
Grandma: Which ones? *stares*
Izzie: You know...them...
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: You know, *lists friends*
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: err...
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: *takes bite of pasta*
Grandma: So, how is everyone?
Izzie: *chews*
Grandma: *stares*
Izzie: *chews*
Grandma: *stares*
Izzie: Good.
Grandma: Well, that's good *continues eating*
Two bizzare things she's said, well, one bizzare and one frightening.
Bizzare:
"Oh, you have such smart friends, you should form a band!"
Frightening:
Grandma: So, do you keep in touch with your friends using those various technologies?
Izzie: Yeah.
Grandma: Which ones? *stares*
Izzie: You know...them...
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: You know, *lists friends*
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: err...
Grandma: *continues staring*
Izzie: *takes bite of pasta*
Grandma: So, how is everyone?
Izzie: *chews*
Grandma: *stares*
Izzie: *chews*
Grandma: *stares*
Izzie: Good.
Grandma: Well, that's good *continues eating*
The vaguely incoherant ramblings of Izzie, 31st January.
Whatever it is that my mum does at work, they need it in Canada. This has been confirmed by the fact that she actually is in Canada at this point. Actually, I think she's in a plane somewhere over the ocean.
The piano is staring at me. "Play me," it seems to say, "I'm a good piano, I've fallen of the back of moving trucks and survived, surely that's confirmation that I'm worth playing, come on. Mozart? Beethoven? Debussy? Hell, I'll take Evanescence if it means some music in this house, you haven't been very attentive to me of late, have you lost interest? Did I do something wrong? It's because I'm out of tune isn't it! I've told you before, I'm not out-of-tune exactly, I'm just...not tuned conventionally...each key is in tune in comparison to the other keys, they're just...all exactly the same amount out of tune! But that's never stopped you before! Play me! Play me! PLAY ME!"
"Well, dear piano," I reply, "I would gladly play you, but I'm sick of my only-fiveish-song-repartee, and I'm sure my graceless, untrained style isn't exactly flattering to you."
Yes, I've resorted to blogging about a conversation with an anthropormorphised piano. I have a 600-page Chemistry textbook leering at me from the floor. There are so many things in the world. 600 pages worth of them are in store for me over the next two years. Bloody science. And then there's my big, scary-looking maths text book. Maths, it's like an abusive husband. You love it, but it's awful to you. In high school, although you may have had difficulties, it was true love, plain and simple, but then uni started and everything got so complicated, maths started becoming strange, and just seemed angry with you all the time, but you ended up together, earning good money but still there are problems between you and the dear mathematics. You still stay with maths, because it seems right. Then maths ends up in those "Violence against women" ads, as one of those guys who look like dickheads and do three freezeframes while their voiceover talks about their violent tendencies.
I've always thought it'd be awful to be one of those guys, because no matter what they do, people who just see them in the street will think they're wife-bashers.
So, even though I haven't read the graphic novel, I'm looking forward to the Watchmen movie. Should probably read the book before I see it. My Chemical Romance did a cover of Bob Dylan's Desolation Row for it. Damn good cover. Alot more punk than their last album.
There is some music I listen to that just makes me think "goddamn, ALOT of people had to think that was a really good song," examples of such music includes metal and urban. And what the frick is with that tooth-bling stuff? It makes the wearer look like they either have rotten teeth or braces, neither of which seem very hardcore if you ask me.
I once saw a music video that just made me laugh. First of all, this person's stage name was "Rhys" which doesn't score points in the "in crowd." Secondly, he looked like some kind of emo David Bowie, and I doubt that even Bowie himself could pull off the emo David Bowie look. And the film clip looked like this dude had seen Flashdance (or any of those 80s dance movies) too many times, there were alot of silhouettes dancing through warehouses with blue backlighting. And lastly, all the girls in the film clip were also dressed as emo David Bowies, seriously, ONE is bad enough, but one emo David Bowie surrounded by scantily clad other emo David Bowies is just awful.
This blog is getting out of hand, I'll just end it right here...no...here.
The piano is staring at me. "Play me," it seems to say, "I'm a good piano, I've fallen of the back of moving trucks and survived, surely that's confirmation that I'm worth playing, come on. Mozart? Beethoven? Debussy? Hell, I'll take Evanescence if it means some music in this house, you haven't been very attentive to me of late, have you lost interest? Did I do something wrong? It's because I'm out of tune isn't it! I've told you before, I'm not out-of-tune exactly, I'm just...not tuned conventionally...each key is in tune in comparison to the other keys, they're just...all exactly the same amount out of tune! But that's never stopped you before! Play me! Play me! PLAY ME!"
"Well, dear piano," I reply, "I would gladly play you, but I'm sick of my only-fiveish-song-repartee, and I'm sure my graceless, untrained style isn't exactly flattering to you."
Yes, I've resorted to blogging about a conversation with an anthropormorphised piano. I have a 600-page Chemistry textbook leering at me from the floor. There are so many things in the world. 600 pages worth of them are in store for me over the next two years. Bloody science. And then there's my big, scary-looking maths text book. Maths, it's like an abusive husband. You love it, but it's awful to you. In high school, although you may have had difficulties, it was true love, plain and simple, but then uni started and everything got so complicated, maths started becoming strange, and just seemed angry with you all the time, but you ended up together, earning good money but still there are problems between you and the dear mathematics. You still stay with maths, because it seems right. Then maths ends up in those "Violence against women" ads, as one of those guys who look like dickheads and do three freezeframes while their voiceover talks about their violent tendencies.
I've always thought it'd be awful to be one of those guys, because no matter what they do, people who just see them in the street will think they're wife-bashers.
So, even though I haven't read the graphic novel, I'm looking forward to the Watchmen movie. Should probably read the book before I see it. My Chemical Romance did a cover of Bob Dylan's Desolation Row for it. Damn good cover. Alot more punk than their last album.
There is some music I listen to that just makes me think "goddamn, ALOT of people had to think that was a really good song," examples of such music includes metal and urban. And what the frick is with that tooth-bling stuff? It makes the wearer look like they either have rotten teeth or braces, neither of which seem very hardcore if you ask me.
I once saw a music video that just made me laugh. First of all, this person's stage name was "Rhys" which doesn't score points in the "in crowd." Secondly, he looked like some kind of emo David Bowie, and I doubt that even Bowie himself could pull off the emo David Bowie look. And the film clip looked like this dude had seen Flashdance (or any of those 80s dance movies) too many times, there were alot of silhouettes dancing through warehouses with blue backlighting. And lastly, all the girls in the film clip were also dressed as emo David Bowies, seriously, ONE is bad enough, but one emo David Bowie surrounded by scantily clad other emo David Bowies is just awful.
This blog is getting out of hand, I'll just end it right here...no...here.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Dirty...
So I posted a comment on a blog I saw and had to solve a Captcha (those tests that prove you're a human).
Upon seeing this one, I lol-ed, mainly because it instantly reminded me of an episode of Black Books.
Dirty, very dirty.
Girly Izzie? WTF?
Right, I'm not the girliest of girls, but I have my moments.
Occasionally they surface when I see a pair of shoes I quite like (that AREN'T Converse! *audible gasp*) but one such happened yesterday on MSN with a friend.
This friend told me that he should do more excercise, as he'd lost seven kilos over the holidays.
Let's break apart that sentence:
should do more excercise - acceptable beginning to the sentence
because he's lost seven kilos - WTF? He's actually LAMENTING the loss of seven kilos? If I lost seven kilos, I'd be sending them on their merry way without sheding a tear! Each individual kilogram would be sent off in a parade of healthy snacks in their honour! They would be sent away in the glory that is an Izzie that is seven kilograms lighter! A whole seven kilograms toward a proper shape! Possibly even the loss of a whole dress size! An Izzie that gets seven kilograms more lost in that voluminous school dress of hers!
Then I remembered, this is James I'm talking to. James who likes fast cars and the scantily clad women posing on them.
To put it in the words of Moss (The IT Crowd), I am a giddy goat.
Occasionally they surface when I see a pair of shoes I quite like (that AREN'T Converse! *audible gasp*) but one such happened yesterday on MSN with a friend.
This friend told me that he should do more excercise, as he'd lost seven kilos over the holidays.
Let's break apart that sentence:
should do more excercise - acceptable beginning to the sentence
because he's lost seven kilos - WTF? He's actually LAMENTING the loss of seven kilos? If I lost seven kilos, I'd be sending them on their merry way without sheding a tear! Each individual kilogram would be sent off in a parade of healthy snacks in their honour! They would be sent away in the glory that is an Izzie that is seven kilograms lighter! A whole seven kilograms toward a proper shape! Possibly even the loss of a whole dress size! An Izzie that gets seven kilograms more lost in that voluminous school dress of hers!
Then I remembered, this is James I'm talking to. James who likes fast cars and the scantily clad women posing on them.
To put it in the words of Moss (The IT Crowd), I am a giddy goat.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
HOLY CRAPMUFFINS
sexy.
first official picture from Tim Burton's remake of Alice in Wonderland
Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter
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