A question for you English-teacher writer types: is there a word that means to put things in order numerically? Kind of like “alphabetize”, but with numbers? Because that’s what I just did with about a bazillion Harry Potter trading cards. 🙂
LOL
“Hey Mum! I’ve got good news! I got an acting job in a historical drama on Channel 4! Well… I’m playing a syphilitic Hackney whore being impassively tupped by a boil-faced plague-pit digger in the desperate belief that my pox will cure his plague.” That is some funny stuff.
Embarrassing realization o’ the day: if you’re going to rant on a friend’s weblog, for the love of God rant about something worthwhile…. as opposed to, say, “the Creek”. I’m pathetic.
Modern art is rubbish?
Damien Hirst, “master of the modern British art scene”, had a launch party recently for his new work. At the party he arranged some of the rubbish — beer bottles, ash trays, candy wrappers — into an impromptu art installation. The next morning the gallery janitor arrived and promptly threw it all into the garbage. Ha! The gallery had a cow, of course, and workers had to dig through the trash to reclaim everything and rebuild the “artwork” from photographs. Hirst apparently found the whole debacle quite funny.
Personally, I just love the way the British press crow about this stuff. “Cool Britannia” was a great marketing slogan, but the reality over here is quite different. Sure, Londoners are pretty modern about most things, but there are certain topics guaranteed to bring out the conservative side in most Brits: joining the Euro and scrapping the pound, laws the force the use of the metric system, genetically modified foods, and modern art and architecture. Of course, having seen the Lloyds of London building up close and personal, I’ve got to agree with them on the last one…
The Lord of the Rings will debut in London. Yes! Yes yes yes! But wait… December 10? Will I even be here? Bugger.
Whoa! Just mooching around on MetaFilter and found an interesting optical illusion. My sister was making fun of me rocking back and forth in front of my computer until I made her look for herself. It’s pretty cool.
Okay, everybody who uses Reblogger? It’s slowing your site down to the point where I can’t see it this morning. That sucks.
Damn. My hot Survivor tip turned out to be not so hot. I’m now tied for last place in my group. Ouch. (No offense to the tipper, of course. I had no clue who to vote for anyway, and I certainly wouldn’t have voted for that Jessie person. So it’s all good.)
Three things that describe my afternoon: apple pie (another culinary experiment), pumpkin carving (the finished result you see before you), and Ani Difranco (not exactly housewife music, but I like it).