Thursday, December 08, 2005
Say "Hello" to John the Vegetable.
Last night I sat and was glued to the goggle box all night. There was time to get up, turn on the computer and write something, but I couldn't be arsed. It was one of those nights following one of those days.
I watched "Coronation Street". (Hi, Ginny!) Grotesques and caricatures. And what the hell is Danny Baldwin playing at? For Christ's sake Danny! Run! Run!
I watched "8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter". Is it just me or did the blonde daughter look way hotter in the earlier shows than she does now? Now she must be all of 20 years old. Obviously gone to seed.
I watched half an hour of Stephen Herek's version of "The Three Musketeers". I watched 29 minutes too much, if you ask me. Just awful.
I watched the opening edition of "Space Cadets". Has it occurred to anybody that the whole thing might be a pisstake, that all of the contestants might be actors and that the hoax is on the British public? It has occurred to you? Oh. (Sulks off into the corner.)
I watched the "Lost" double bill. Poor John Locke... And what's inside the fucking hatch, already? Huh, huh. (And don't use that as an excuse for spoilers, if you don't mind.)
By midnight I felt exhausted. Even the 10 minute porn freeview failed to stir me. I will not spend that amount of time in front of the TV again. It is bad time and it is wasted time.
I am off to Nottingham tomorrow to meet up with the legendary LB (and possibly the enigmatic Swiss Toni) and to cavort like a Gypsy on mushrooms to the Norwegian giants A-Ha later in the evening. I have a CD to listen to and must go.
Oh, yes. I nearly forgot.
Fuck you Mark Chapman, you CUNT!
Back Saturday.
Last night I sat and was glued to the goggle box all night. There was time to get up, turn on the computer and write something, but I couldn't be arsed. It was one of those nights following one of those days.
I watched "Coronation Street". (Hi, Ginny!) Grotesques and caricatures. And what the hell is Danny Baldwin playing at? For Christ's sake Danny! Run! Run!
I watched "8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter". Is it just me or did the blonde daughter look way hotter in the earlier shows than she does now? Now she must be all of 20 years old. Obviously gone to seed.
I watched half an hour of Stephen Herek's version of "The Three Musketeers". I watched 29 minutes too much, if you ask me. Just awful.
I watched the opening edition of "Space Cadets". Has it occurred to anybody that the whole thing might be a pisstake, that all of the contestants might be actors and that the hoax is on the British public? It has occurred to you? Oh. (Sulks off into the corner.)
I watched the "Lost" double bill. Poor John Locke... And what's inside the fucking hatch, already? Huh, huh. (And don't use that as an excuse for spoilers, if you don't mind.)
By midnight I felt exhausted. Even the 10 minute porn freeview failed to stir me. I will not spend that amount of time in front of the TV again. It is bad time and it is wasted time.
I am off to Nottingham tomorrow to meet up with the legendary LB (and possibly the enigmatic Swiss Toni) and to cavort like a Gypsy on mushrooms to the Norwegian giants A-Ha later in the evening. I have a CD to listen to and must go.
Oh, yes. I nearly forgot.
Fuck you Mark Chapman, you CUNT!
Back Saturday.
# posted by Pynchon @ 11:00 pm 
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I did the Lost double-bill too. MAn, that was good!
And as you say, poor John Locke, no wonder he's a bit yampy!
And as you say, poor John Locke, no wonder he's a bit yampy!
Hey, no spoilers for Corrie either! We are about 9 months behind the UK (Tommy has just been murdered).
As for Lost... Season 2 just began in September and they are already playing the occasional re-run (like on Wed night - that sucked).
As for Lost... Season 2 just began in September and they are already playing the occasional re-run (like on Wed night - that sucked).
"Space Cadets" : we are all being taken for mugs. We know nothing.
They say it's live. Nope. They can't keep pretending for that long.
We're being taken for a ride (no pun intended)
They say it's live. Nope. They can't keep pretending for that long.
We're being taken for a ride (no pun intended)
I like the younger sister better [I know she's a redhead!!] but I feel better because in real life she's actually older [feeling a bit less Glitteresque now!]
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