Saturday, April 08, 2006
It's been a weird and unsatisfying day.
Lorraine got up at 5:50am so that she could be on the bus early. She wanted to be in town by 8am for a dentists appointment and then a chiropody appointment. (The woman is mental. She never sleeps in and then she complains when she gets tired by 8:30pm.) I got up late because I had been up way too late the night before loading music onto my MP3 player. (The Mamas & The Papas, Blur and David Essex, if you are remotely bothered.)
I met Lorraine in town at 11am and we had breakfast at Asterias. She had a cheese and beans jacket potato, I had a bacon and egg baguette with brown sauce.
Lorraine and I bickered in the street. I have no idea what about.
We wandered around town for a bit and I bought my Mom two bits of bling for her birthday. She will be 71 on April 22nd. It wasn't the most expensive bling, but it looks nice and I think that she will like it. I bought my Mom a birthday card. As the mighty Bob Francisco pointed out here, it is impossible to buy a card in Brum with the word Mom on it. Most of the cards have the wishy, washy word Mum, which I fucking hate. I bought my Mom a card with the very serious wording on the front of "To A Wonderful Mother". She is, but she will probably comment that it is a very formal card.
Lorraine and I argued in the street. I have no idea what about.
We went to see "Ice Age 2: The Meltdown".
It was OK, and funny in parts, but it doesn't have a strong story and is definitely not as good as the first "Ice Age". The sabre-toothed squirrel's (is it a squirrel?) continuing demented pursuit of the acorn are probably the best bits of the film. The cinema was full of anklebiters, but miracle upon miracle, they were well behaved.
Lorraine and I gave each other evil looks in the street. We are both good at that.
We went into Lee Longlands and looked at furniture. Nothing to see here. Move on. Move on.
Lorraine told me that I was walking too quickly down the street. "Only too quick if you are an old woman", was my clever retort.
We went into Starbucks. Lorraine had a sparkling water. I had a fruit juice. The Goth behind the counter looked at us in a funny way. I checked my shoulder and I hadn't grown a second head, so I don't know what that was all about.
Lorraine said that the paper cup I had got for her was too big. I asked her if it the size of the cup, "Really fucking matters?"
We went home. We argued about this and that. It was a quiet and peaceful evening. We watched Bruce Willis in "Hostage" (which I thought was very good) and Lorraine went to bed at 10pm. I didn't think that it would be a good idea to get into bed and ask for sex, so I decided to mess about on the computer instead.
Unsatisfying day. Fuck it. I'm off to copy more music.
Lorraine got up at 5:50am so that she could be on the bus early. She wanted to be in town by 8am for a dentists appointment and then a chiropody appointment. (The woman is mental. She never sleeps in and then she complains when she gets tired by 8:30pm.) I got up late because I had been up way too late the night before loading music onto my MP3 player. (The Mamas & The Papas, Blur and David Essex, if you are remotely bothered.)
I met Lorraine in town at 11am and we had breakfast at Asterias. She had a cheese and beans jacket potato, I had a bacon and egg baguette with brown sauce.
Lorraine and I bickered in the street. I have no idea what about.
We wandered around town for a bit and I bought my Mom two bits of bling for her birthday. She will be 71 on April 22nd. It wasn't the most expensive bling, but it looks nice and I think that she will like it. I bought my Mom a birthday card. As the mighty Bob Francisco pointed out here, it is impossible to buy a card in Brum with the word Mom on it. Most of the cards have the wishy, washy word Mum, which I fucking hate. I bought my Mom a card with the very serious wording on the front of "To A Wonderful Mother". She is, but she will probably comment that it is a very formal card.
Lorraine and I argued in the street. I have no idea what about.
We went to see "Ice Age 2: The Meltdown".
It was OK, and funny in parts, but it doesn't have a strong story and is definitely not as good as the first "Ice Age". The sabre-toothed squirrel's (is it a squirrel?) continuing demented pursuit of the acorn are probably the best bits of the film. The cinema was full of anklebiters, but miracle upon miracle, they were well behaved.
Lorraine and I gave each other evil looks in the street. We are both good at that.
We went into Lee Longlands and looked at furniture. Nothing to see here. Move on. Move on.
Lorraine told me that I was walking too quickly down the street. "Only too quick if you are an old woman", was my clever retort.
We went into Starbucks. Lorraine had a sparkling water. I had a fruit juice. The Goth behind the counter looked at us in a funny way. I checked my shoulder and I hadn't grown a second head, so I don't know what that was all about.
Lorraine said that the paper cup I had got for her was too big. I asked her if it the size of the cup, "Really fucking matters?"
We went home. We argued about this and that. It was a quiet and peaceful evening. We watched Bruce Willis in "Hostage" (which I thought was very good) and Lorraine went to bed at 10pm. I didn't think that it would be a good idea to get into bed and ask for sex, so I decided to mess about on the computer instead.
Unsatisfying day. Fuck it. I'm off to copy more music.
# posted by Pynchon @ 10:54 pm 
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I like Mum. Don't think it's wishy washy at all.My mum would glare at me, possibly even slap me if I called her Mom.
I don't like mom. It's what those Amezzicans call their female parental being. I like mum. It's ocker.
I had noticed that you always used mom instead of mum. Mom is very American. Canadians spell it mom but pronounce it mum.
A friend told me off for calling my mum "mom" because 'it's american'. Then I pointed out that I was from Birmingham and all brummies say "mom". It just works in a brummie accent and has nothing to do with America. It's just a brummie thing, like 'buz' (bus) and 'tuthbrush' (toothbrush).
Jeez, you all sound like you hate us over here. Where's the love? Did you know that American babies call us Ma Ma until they leart to say Mommy, mommy lasts until they are at least 5 or 6. Then it is Mom, unless they are trying to speak to you from another part of the house then they yell "Maaaaaa".
That's interesting that you steer away from saying anthing that sounds American. I love learning new British phrases and slang.
Pynchon, any clue about Emma's blogs? I think perhaps things got sticky with the dude and she took them all down?
Oh and sorry about the lousy day, sounded like a good, relaxing day to me (aside from the bickering and the look of death that is).
That's interesting that you steer away from saying anthing that sounds American. I love learning new British phrases and slang.
Pynchon, any clue about Emma's blogs? I think perhaps things got sticky with the dude and she took them all down?
Oh and sorry about the lousy day, sounded like a good, relaxing day to me (aside from the bickering and the look of death that is).
I've always said "Mom". Always will. Perhaps I have watched too many American movies/television.
Pepsi - I don't know what is up with Emma's blogs. I noticed that she had gone on Friday.
Pepsi - I don't know what is up with Emma's blogs. I noticed that she had gone on Friday.
Hey, Pepsi, we don't hate Americans. I married one.
There does however seem to be an errosion of Britishness with it being subsitituted by Americanisms just because we watch too many American TV shows and films (not movies).
I can't really see us getting as uppity as the French do about their precious language but it's nice to celebrate the differences y'know?
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There does however seem to be an errosion of Britishness with it being subsitituted by Americanisms just because we watch too many American TV shows and films (not movies).
I can't really see us getting as uppity as the French do about their precious language but it's nice to celebrate the differences y'know?
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