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Ottomania
wardytron and I went to Cappadokia on an insanely cheap trip advertised with my RSPB membership. It was just £190 each for flights, four and five star hotels and a round trip tour that ended up being nearly 2000km, and another £175 quid each for lunches, dinners and entrances to all the museums etc. It's a heavily subsidised way of getting people into the colder parts of the country in the low…
Help!
I normally read LJ by clicking on my friendslist and then scrolling backwards by repeatedly clicking the 'previous ten entries' button. That button has vanished! What should I do to rectify this, lovely LJ people?
The King of Hearts Didn't Make Tarts
revonrut asked why we call it the United KINGdom when we have a queen. We do it because the words 'king' and 'queen' had very different meanings and still have different values. 'King' comes from the Anglo-Saxon cyninge which originally meant supreme (elected) military leader with an implied sacral element. Her or His Britannic Majesty is still the titular head of the armed forces, to whom…
drink Red Bull before you go, and save your popcorn for the end
Well, the shocking news is that Hobbit 2: Desperation of Smeg is much, much better than Hobbit 1:Some Short Fat Ugly People get Chased About by Some Tall fat Ugly People . It took me a whole ninety minutes before I got bored, and the remaining three hundred and fifty minutes were still nowhere near as dull as the last film. This may have been because I saw it in 3D, which meant the fight scenes…
Where have all the (lovely, boozy, reckless) flowers gone?
Peter O'Toole was my first, possibly my only proper crush. I am immune to fannishness, generally; I've just been shrieking in dismay at the telly because wardytron and were about to watch Friday's episode of Mastermind and realised it was a bloody Dr Who -themed one. I thought the Beeb's self-promoting tosspottery about that anniversary was finally over. But I was - am - a fan of Peter O'Toole. I…
National Poetry Day
I like this simple, lovely poem. I think it needs a wider audience. For the Child Who Became Christopher May you come safe and flawless May they gaze in awe at your small creased wrists and marvel at your perfect breath and ordinariness May they gurgle at you and drool gratitude May your gaze and grip reassure them May your limbs be proper and deft your crawl furious your falls neat May your most…
Stuff For Sale - go on, fund my summer debauchery for me!
Loads of size 12 - 22 stuff for sale, including lots of BNWT poshish stuff and some fetish wear. Most of it has never been worn (and if it has, it hasn't been sweated on because I can't). Some things look a bit squashed from being stored, but all has been stored smoke-free and with lavender bags and cedarwood balls, and everything has been aired in the sun over the weekend. Pay by Paypal or bank…
CYP = HTT*
Excellent post by pw201 Originally posted by pw201 at Yep, it’s still there A friend on Facebook linked to Louise Mensch vs Laurie Penny on the “ check your privilege ” thing. He went on to say he hadn’t come across that phrase, and wondered if it’s anything more than thinly veiled argumentum ad hominem . I done a comment, which seemed long enough to blog: It’s jargon from the Internet social…
I tried. Really I did.
Almost half a decade ago, when I turned 40, vin_petrol gave me a gift at the last of my three birthday parties. It was a book. A book called THE BOOK OF THE NEW SUN Volume 1 Shadow and Claw by Gene Wolfe, in the Fantasy Masterworks series. You can, if you have ever met me (or probably even if you haven't), imagine how delighted I was to receive this item. Vin knew what my reaction would be, but…
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Updating this from my sexiest seven using the speech recognition do dad.
tweetering on the edge
Today Twitter asked me if I'd like to say something to 'people I might know' on Twitter. Generally all I have to say to such people is "Naff off, you asinine twunt" or "Who the chuffbiscuit are you?" or "I am about as interested in your shop/business/website as I am in eating bat faeces." I know lots of you lovely people are on Twitter and find it entertaining and even useful, and I was,…
we cannot cage the minute within its nets of gold; when all is told we cannot beg for pardon.
I got rid of all the Christmas paraphernalia today and sorted out my artstuffs and paperwork. New year and all that, you know. To brighten up the place I bought a bunch of daffs from the Co-op (oh how I love having a Co-op at the end of the road - more on this later). I thought it was a bit early for daffs, but at least they are labelled 'winter daffodils'. They are just beginning to open on the…
holiday snaps from the holiday dragon
wardytron and I have been back from Zakynthos/Zante a week now. Sigh. The holiday was brilliant and fantastically relaxing and just what we both needed. It was deliciously hot and far away from all the gloomy things. I found us an all-inclusive late deal at a posh-ish hotel near a shallow, gentle bit of the coast. All-inclusiveness made it easier for us to budget for it; it's not something I'd…
Alien vs. The Simpsons (quite spoilerific)
I had a sudden urge to go the cinema on Saturday afternoon; well, actually what I had was a sudden urge to sit on a comfy seat in the dark and be entertained whilst having a valid excuse for ignoring my phone. Anyway, I went to see Prometheus . It was very pretty to look at, but deviates hugely from canon. For a start, Mr Burns is nowhere near as evil as he is in The Simpsons and Smithers appears…
Problems, problems
SO long-awaited you'd probably forgotten all about it. Here's Part 1, at least: Dear Auntie Oxidant I am considering becoming poly, as I have accidentally started dating a really lovely poly chap. You have been rather scathing of polyamory in the past, so I was actually a bit wary of telling you about this. Is it really so bad? Polly Private It is true that my heart sinks whenever I see the word…
Is it possible to get through an entire day without wanting to punch somebody?
I know, I KNOW I haven't caught up with comments and things. I have been variously sleepy, grumpy, dopey and that missing dwarf, busy. I am still reading, though, and WILL catch up. I also know that it isn't big or clever to make personal remarks about people, but on Tuesday I was very rude to a man queueing in front of me in Primark. His slightly plump wife was complaining that they didn't have…
Writer's Block: National Pi Day
None. I have minions for that sort of thing.
Writer's Block: Taste the Rainbow
Turquoise would taste like fresh sweat between the shoulders of a tall, lithe man with very blue eyes and tawny browny blonde hair.
Auntie Oxidant's Problem Page 2
Do you have problems? Do your friends have problems? Are your friends problems? Whatever your concern or dilemma, ask and it shall be answered! And feel free to link. Anonymous comments are allowed. All comments are screened for privacy and will remain screened, unless you specifically state you are happy with unscreening, so you can comment whilst logged on and I will not out you as the…
neither a borrower nor a lenter be
I am not giving anything up for Lent, but I am going to take up something I meant to do as a New Year's Resolution. I am going to learn how to hack the internet so that every time someone prefaces a statement, whinge or question with "I know it's only a first world problem, but..." fifty quid automatically disappears from their bank account and appears in the coffers of Oxfam. I can't see how…
Auntie Oxidant
So, should I do another problem page thingy? You know, in a bit of an effort to commentwhore revive the LJ? The last one is here .
Writer's Block: Doppelganger Week
I've been told I look like Gina Lollabrigida. I have also been told I look like Craig Charles.
January's Books
I am sure I read another novel but I have no idea what it was. I read most of this lot before I started working full time. The Time of the Angels , Iris Murdoch JJJJ A weird little novel about the sinisterly eccentric vicar of a non-existent City church (it was destroyed in the war). The setting is foggy and claustrophobic and the seven characters loom in and out of it. I enjoyed this less than…
chewing gum for the eyes
Clive James used to front a TV programme in the eighties that was all about how peculiar and inferior foreign TV was at the time. Those crazy Japs, allowing themselves to be tortured with scorpions and publically humiliated to win a tiny prize! Those racy Scandiwegians, getting their knobs out in adverts for margarine! I pretty much stopped watching TV in 2000. Coming back to it last year, three…