13 posts tagged “silliness”
I kid you not there is NOTHING on television this evening, and nothing on the DVR that tickles my fancy at this exact moment. We lasted less than 10 mins on Fox's "hot" new show Drive... the character stereotypes were SO dull and obvious.
The shows we've lost interest in now out weight the season passes on our aforementioned DVR. Seriously at the moment our must see tv consists of House, The Unit, NCIS, The Daily Show & The Colbert Report (and Supernatural for me). Rome has finished, and The Tudors is not comparable (BTW could the voice-over people at Showtime stop pronouncing 'Tudor' like a nasally 'tuna'). Battlestar Galactic, Dexter and Psych seasons are over for the moment.
Prison Break got so bad it became unbearable, and after watching BBC America's The State Within the antics of Jack and CTU looked very silly. My suggestion to the producers of how to salvage the shows... send Jack to the same South American prison as Schofield. Bones got a brief reprieve whilst Stephen Fry was guest starring but now his arc is done so am I.
My brother, Cowboy Bob, once again neglected to remove his shovel from his pockets and washed it. I guess it is a good thing that he doesn't have one of the spanking new coloured shovels as that might run in the wash!
Catching up with the Archers and testing out the Cornell note taking system. The verdict is that I love it because it streamlines my note taking and forces me to think about the bigger themes of each topic. Man those peeps Cornellians really know a thing or two! I have Alex to thank for introducing me to it as he heard about it in a pod cast, and I would love to spend the summer converting my notes from the first year of my course into the Cornell format, but we'll see if I actually get round to that because I am planning on trying to learn Latin come summer. There has been a little bit of a bruohaha over the Cambridge Latin course. Personally I think it sounds like a great place to start and I intend to order the first book after my May exams. It looks like a more holistic (and fun) approach to the language and it comes with DVDs! Can't think of a better way to spend my summer Fridays.
I guess I better go take a shower as we are finally venturing out of the apartment for dinner at Lupa. I foolishly made the reservation a month ago (such is New York life) without checking the all important return of Jack Bauer - bless DVR! Oh and my Mum drew my attention to this article in the Sunday Times and it is oh so true.
January signals the start of making the rounds for the annual check ups. See if I am any more short sighted or am in need of any more fillings than last year. Alex accused me of trying to "cram for the doctors" because I went to the vitamin store to get iron tablets and multi-vits".
The new multi-vits have an interesting side effect: I have day-glow yellow pee. It looks as if I have swallowed a marker pen - delightful. The other problem with them is that the tablets are about the size of a toy car. The gal in the shop said I could cut them in half so I figured if you can cut them in half then also in 1/8ths. They are special time delay tablets and I am wondering if the bright yellow pee is something to do with needing to be swallowed whole so they can "naturally" break down in my stomach rather than being crushed and sprinkled over my cornflakes.
Whilst queueing in a lower circle of hell yesterday for twenty overseas stamps* I decided to compile my to do list for the week (in an aggressively Christmassy manner):
One farewell dinner to attend,
Two presents left to purchase,
Three rooms to be tided,
Fours bags need repacking,
Five Roman art topics to be studied,
Six loads of laundry,
Seven chapters needing reading,
Eight gifts to be wrapped,
Nine-ty minute yoga class to be taken,
Ten hours of TV on the DVR to watch,
Eleven piles of junk mail needing shredding, and
Twelve mince pies to be consumed on Friday night in London.
*Given that America is a nation of immigrants you'd think the Post Office would expand their holiday stamp collection to include the 84 cents.
I am off to the hairdressers tonight to get my roots done and I remembered something one of my aunties said to me many years ago in relation to my faux blondness:
Auntie S: " Eiron, you are betraying your Celtic roots."
Eiron: "On the contrary, it is my roots that betray me!"
I was a little miffed that my Entertainment Weekly magazine had not arrive over the weekend (but not has annoyed that my BBC History magazine was MIA and it contains a feature on the fall of Rome and hopefully a review of Paul Cartledge's new book - because I am that much of a nerd). EW makes for perfect bathroom reading as the articles are short and could be considered informative in a parallel universe. This evening I was obviously relieved to discover it sitting in my mail box and once I got back to the apartment (please note how American sounding I am in this sentence) I had a quick flick. Not really reading it, just skimming and looking at the glossy pictures. All is well until I stop at one page that triggered a scary asthmatic noise. I drop the mag and try hard to think rationally, eventually I pluck up enough courage to pick up my possessed mag, gingerly I flick to the thick four page advert and spy the tag "An event so big it will take your breath away" and a Darth Vader mask. It is the coolest ad EVER, it has one of those magic sound cards that when you open it fully does the whole Darth Varder breathing thing. I love it.
I was about to crawl into bed when Alex picked me up on not posting today; I mumbled something about doing it tomorrow and back dating it and he mumbled something back about that being cheating. So I have been guilted out of bed and into the arms of Vox. I had a really great weekend (bar the flaky internet), a lot of quality time with Alex and a reasonable amount of studying done. We ate out, saw a couple of films and played tennis. Before I fall headlong onto my keyboard on my way to Bedforshire I will leave you with the image of me playing tennis this morning it was 100% boofus. It was cold so I was wrapped up against the elements: 4 layers (including a padded vest) and mittens. Do you have any idea how hard it is to play tennis in a padded vest and mittens?
