| Wednesday, January 05, 2005 |
 | Things you notice when you're ill...
During the "Big Brother Panto" (for the love of God), whenever the conversation takes a turn for what I assume is the risqué, the sound is replaced by a tape of the whistling wind, which is rather how I imagine I would experience every moment of every single conversation therein. Either that or the merry hum of the chainsaw.
More generally:
The Abercrombie Plan stipulates four acres of open space per head of population. Given that I am about to move into an office where I do not have a living room's worth of space to myself, into something more like this, open space becomes more important. I think I might be less inclined to dally in the office when it isn't the equivalent of a charabang or penthouse apartment. This is hopefully good, as it will get me gyming and fencing more regularly. Because that's how the world works.
Elsewhere, Britney Spears is runoured to be considering a new career fighting crime:
A pals says, "It sounds ridiculous but she's been inspired by CSI, which shows scientists solving crimes.
I think the only point I would take issue with there is the unnecessary use of the word "sounds. Still, if Britney was really serious about fighting crime, she should really be a beat cop. After all, the fact that she is Britney Spears would provide a vital moment of confusion in the minds of those she is attempting to arrest. If Britney Spears was bearing down on you with a gun, wouldn't you have to take a moment to process it? That moment could be priceless. Criminals area cowardly, superstitious and celebrity-focused lot, as I believe Batman once said.
Elsewhere, , source of many of today's links, has captured a hedgehog on camera. But what if you're more interested in being captured by a hedgehog, you could do worse than the wonderful Mistress Tiggywinkle. Usual provisos apply - I am of course not seeking to mock, belittle or undermine any people whose tastes run to the kinky end of being a hedgehog, or the hedgehoggy end of kink. On the other hand, am I alone in thinking there might be a better combination than dominant mistress and tiny, timorous, wuffling, erinaceous forager? It must be a tricky balancing act...
Further afield, that is beyond the back garden, a quick quiz. Which of these giants of the science fiction industry would you rather have a drink with? Orson Scott Card or Ursula K LeGuin? Show your working.
2 Comments:
Ursula! Ursula! Ursula!!
--Liza
But Orson's awesome! He's an awesome mormon who hates the homo haters, 'cause hapless homos' horny hormones hope for help and healing...
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