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Friday, July 21st, 2006
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1:06 pm - ramble ramble
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It's been a while; i'll (try to) keep it brief.
Most distressed to come home from work on wednesday under a veil of smoke which started about two miles from home and got gradually worse as the car zoomed nearer: the moorland located behind the town was on fire; probably due to the 35 degree temperatures, i guess.
So yes, this had been burning for 8hrs thus far, as local news and teletext informed me; my bedroom window had been wide open the whole time. So eyes stinging and trying to ignore the smell of burning peat (yes the moor is made of lots of peat), i walked the 30secs from the car to my front door, by which time i smelt like i'd fallen in a bbq - vile, utterly vile. Decided to go up to my room to change and discovered that my room, and all its contents now smelt all smokey; couldn't close the window as it was too hot, so had to sit there being generally grumpy.
Fire continued until late in the night; I saw a helicopter carrying a huge amount of water to drop on it and on the last news bulltein there were apparently 50 firefighters up there, who were going to have to leave it overnight. Thankfully it started to rain late on weds which helped quell said fire. However, being made of peat, not only does the fire spread along the grassy, heathery surface, it also spreads down into the uber rich and burn-friendly peat. Firemen were in attendance on thursday morning and all seemed well; i trudged to get my lift from work, under a very heavy sky - rainclouds and still dusty smokey smell lingering in the air, deciding that fire was out. wrong - return home from work on thursday, deciding window should be left open to aerate my room and hopefully remove the smokey smell, and find that the fire had started again during the day; the peat had apparently been burning underneath and no one had realised. So yes, room still smells, but i am assured by clear skies and no sign of smoke, that fire is well and truly out. I have decided that moor fires are bad, and now understand why bush fires in america et al are so bad.
tried to be brief but it just isn't happening.
current mood:  looiking busy
current music: none :(
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| Friday, June 2nd, 2006
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11:47 am - This is probably quite fire-worthy
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I'm sat at work; assez bored, having decided that it's far better to update livejournal than fiddle with figures and stock-lists. Grrr to the mean, mean world of accountancy.
Oh to be back at pride; was so much fun last weekend, scary rollercoasters included.
I suppose I ought to return to my ever so dilligent duties as general slave and number cruncher - anyone ever wants a tax return doing, give me a bell, and I shall say NO!!
current mood:  non-mathematical
current music: The sound of the perpetually confused fax machine
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| Saturday, May 20th, 2006
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5:09 pm - grandma plus gay does not equal gay grandma
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An extract from an email received from my uncle. Having been out to my family (apart from grandparents) for nigh-on 7 years, I found this to be highly amusing:
"Incidentally, took the opportunity to 'out' you to Grandma yesterday. I'll tell you the specific circumstance of the revelation when we next meet. Can't quite describe her initial facial expression; a cartoon bubble might have read 'But he can't be - he's not a North American Bishop!' Thereafter, within milliseconds, she appeared quite comfortable with her new discovery. Perhaps she might now pile fewer spuds on your plate. Enjoy Eurovision; like the Finnish band!"
What with Eurovision referenced, this is possibly the funniest, gay, non-spam email I have received in a while.
current mood:  laughing
current music: Cocorosie: Beautiful Boys
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4:45 pm - repugnantia futilis est
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Off to watch Eurovision at chez Craig, how gay is Durham? I shall think of Hannah and her classical concert. Thinking if repugnantia futilis est* agrees, I may go to Hollathans and enjoy in some culinary delights with Anna beforehand. We're meeting in the pub in an hour so she can disect her latest exam, fingers crossed. Finals are evil.
On the knitting front, found a lace pattern for a scarf but have adapted it to make a shawl; not that difficult apart from getting used to the silly american notation. Would have tried the chart, but it baffled me. I must learn.
* resistance is futile aka the mastercard.
current mood:  calm
current music: Sarasate: Caprice Basque
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| Friday, May 19th, 2006
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11:22 pm - Wool
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I have wool and no idea what to do with it: a common occurence.
White cotton and black mohair - I was thinking a shawl, will have to pattern hunt on www.knitty.com
I'm sure I'll come up with something, hopefully lacey and complicated so it gives my brain a workout too.
current mood:  creative
current music: Sound of Music: Song of the Lonely Goatherd
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7:53 pm - Randomness of today
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I set my alarm for 9.00 and woke up at 10.06, this was bad as I had a meeting scheduled at 10. I ran downstairs, through to the college office and was told to wait in reception, looking like some complete ming-rat. My hair was all over the place, I had eyeliner all around my eyes, but none where it was supposed to be. Fortunately Carol was late(r than me), so I sat listening to Antony & the Johnsons on my v3i, wondering if the bursar would ever get back to me about my residency fees. Apparently not. Carol just wanted to see I was alive; I was by this time, having managed to wipe my eyes on my shirt and remove bed-creases from my face by doing a variety of facial movements. Some passing rahs were not impressed. To be honest, I wasn't impressed with them either. There's something about a short girl in skirt-meets-riding-boot condition that makes me want to scream. "Did mother never teach you to dress?", I think in a somewhat home-counties accent; actually, I guess that's the problem, she probably did; adorned with pearl necklaces and tiaras from the age of three.
Sigh, so then back to my room, craving cigarettes but having none, so deciding to have a shower instead. Something wondeful about a hot shower. I then recieved a txt from Hannah bemoaning her High-Digger status (Heidegger for ye uninitiated), and claiming to be in the union: I took this to be fact, straightened my hair, applied some lip-gloss as it was windy and I've had dry lips for a few days, and proceeded thence, stopping off to buy some Marlboros on the way. I resisted alcohol, much to my, now, dismay.
Quick puff in the union, followed by a trip to the Tourist Information Centre to pick up tickets for a night of English Classical music in Durham cathedral; the programme looked quite good really. We were served by a Barbie Doll, too much make-up and too much peroxide; definitely not a rah.
Then to Hide, coffee-stop of choice, full of pretention; academics in rags and students in Vivienne Westwood; I spotted a coat. Alas, however, they are now too cool for cigarettes; every table adorned with "this is a no smoking area". Cue two trips to the door for a few lung-fulls whilst Hannah amused herself somehow. Being neither telepathic, nor having X-ray vision, I have no idea.
Poor Hannah probably wondered what had hit her; a plethora of drivel spewed forth like a cascading, cascading-thing, I blame the two mochas on an empty stomach and the fact she's very easy to talk to. She also offers sound advice. But still, poor girl.
We had a somewhat intellectual conversation, Philosophy mainly, in which social constructionism vs. biology was discussed with reference to "gayness" (terrible term). Hannah and I are at different ends of the spectrum; I think it's mainly biological, she thinks it's purely a social construct. We then moved onto Nicomachean Ethics, with my lovely description of a good human-being being a human-being that fulfils all the functions of a human-being (too many beings). Like a table is a good table because it suports things, an eye is a good eye because it sees things etc. A human being is good because it functions how a human being ought to. Everything else is essentially superfluous. [edit: although, surely what is considered to be human is a social construct, n'est pas?]. Like it matters much anyway, I'm gay, she's gay, we're both happy, sometimes definitions and analyses are bad. First time in an age that I've dared venture an opinion without fear of reprisal, so that was good, and hopefully, between ramblings I made some sense. At one point, I even thought "if only my parents could hear me now, they'd be so proud of their well-bought education".
May have to look up some modern interpretations of Plato's Phaedrus, they sounded fun.
So, three hours later, and be-calmed by pineapple juice, we left - Hannah in her haste deciding the bill was superfluous, and ventured to Waitrose where many vegetables and things of a vegetarian nature were bought: something about needing to eat two jars of relish; what this relish contained, I am very unsure, but am told it goes well with celery, although one must never eat celery in the streets of Durham or you receive strange looks.
From Waitrose to Mary's (the college of said Saint) along the riverbank; I was useful and manly and carried shopping, plus I like the riverside walk. Hannah picked up her E-bay package: a fabulous whale bone corset which was stunning, and I picked up next year's module list. I'm so doing Akkadian from scratch! Thence I returned here, and decided to comment rather vociferously on my day.
Now Chris is asking me to go to Powerhouse to pull boys...so tempting. ARRRRRRRGH!!
current mood:  chipper
current music: Candi Staton: You got the love (now voyager mix)
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12:51 am
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Oui, je m'asseyais ici, ennuyeux, se demandant ce que je pourrais faire. Écrivez en français apparemment. Bien que, pour être juste, ceci ne signifie probablement rien. On peut espérer.
<<Je ne veux pas (le) déjeuner>> - le lyrique dans l'annonce de Citroen Picasso, n'est-il pas?
Je pense qui suffira; il y a seulement tellement des français que je peux me rappeler et je suis probablement un peu trop littéral; non idiomatique pour voulez d'une meilleure expression.
J'ai parié qu'il ne traduit pas aussi.
In my mind that hopefully says something like:
Yes, I'm sat here, bored, wondering what I can do. Write in French apparently. Although, to be fair, this probably doesn't mean anything. One can hope.
"Je ne veux pas déjeuner" - the lyric in the Citroen Picasso ad, is it not?
I think that will do; there is only so much French that I can remember, and I am proabably a little too literal; not idiomatic, for want of a better phrase.
I also bet that it doesn't translate.
That's killed another 10 minutes.
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| Thursday, May 18th, 2006
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10:53 pm - Music
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I have stumbled across a fabulous site, made even more fabulous if you remove thoughts such as "how creepily paedophilic does this guy seem" from your mind. So yes here it is in all its glory: www.violinmasterclass.com
I suggest you check out the performance section, especially Monti's Czardas, one of my all time favourites, as well as the Scherzo Tarantelle - if I can ever play that I'll be a happy bunny.
current mood:  happy
current music: Radiohead: Creep
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8:32 pm - The 10p mix of postings
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So yes, it's official - Siobhan is a bitch. Who else would wait weeks, watching a supposed close friend getting closer to an ex and then suddenly step in and steal her back. The mind boggles; so do her eyes come to think of it. The matter was discussed in some detail along with Anna and Lauren's growing up with "screwed up" friends - I think Anna won that competition. Solution: remove Siobhan from our Facebook profiles.
Personally, I think it all adds to the spice of life; if we were all perfect drones life'd be a little bit dull. Thinking about it, Durham has presented itself with the most "screwed up" people I know; screwed up being completely the wrong phrase, as I see them as perhaps more normal than other people I know. Maybe has something to do with my insistence that the majority of people have some problem in their life, it's just the sensible ones have decided to share. Beats randomly killing someone in a fit of rage one day. When I think of it, even though people I know have these problems, they are still perfectly functioning human beings, or at least appear to be. Lauren copes very well, in fact I dare say she has less of a problem with her ADD than someone like Chris ( a pentecostal serial man- (nay, boy-)shagger), who has issues with his sexuality and church. Either that, or he's just more of a whinger. I don't like discussing the inner-workings of others' minds, especially as I have little clue what goes on in mine most of the time, and I definitely don't want to downplay people's feelings. People feel how they feel; they can't help it.
In other news, Anna tried to gas Lauren and myself by dyeing wool; still not overly fond of the smell of dye bubbling in a microwave, but it's growing on me. The hot wool smells like a drive in the countryside during summer - odd but how my olfactory system interpreted it.
The poof-themed novel turned BBC serial drama, turned out to be rather good, minus the daughter's constant "darlings" and my decision 5 minutes in that it was going to be all HIV/AIDS related. Grrrr to the mid-80s. Dan Stevens, I think that was his name, is soon to adorn the covers of Attitude and Gay TImes; at least that is my prediction. Really quite fine, even in ultra-preppy Lawton-style wear.
It was also discovered today that Durham suffers from a lack of Ball Gowns; and the really nice one that I managed to find in Persona for Lauren, a two piece corset and skirt number - amazingly fabulous came to something like £350. Hopefully Lauren can persuade the parents that it's necessary. Lauren's description of twice-weekly-selfridges mother, suggests it might not be too difficult.
Am also pissed off that Patty Schnyder isn't beating Venus Williams in the tennis, even though she managed to end up 5-4 on serve and then lose the set 7-6(2) - tripe. I have become somewhat attached to the women's tennis; I blame the return of Martina Hingis to the game, that and all the cute men of the ATP are currently injured or playing crap. Can't wait for French Open, Stella Artois, Bournemouth and Wimbledon which are all apparently being shown on BBCi. "Just press the button".
On that note, I'm going to stalk people on Facebook.
current mood:  bouncy
current music: Wieniawski: Scherzo Tarantelle
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| Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
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8:10 pm - general updatage
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No longer hungover, and am off to meet Lauren at Anna's house so she can vent her fury over Siobhan "stealing" Claire back, whilst we watch an adaptation of "some poof-themed novel." - that's Anna's quote. So yes, fueled with best chinese durham has to offer, I am venturing back out in the rain, with a quick stop-off to buy the obligatory tv-watching/bitching ice-cream. It really is necessary.
current mood:  devious
current music: Bowie: Oh you pretty things
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5:21 pm - Hangovers and clothes in underwear drawyer
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Today = complete wash-out; that's international code for hungover as fuck...i blame the alcohol. So i've sat in my room, bemoaning the head and stomach, whilst indulging in many cadbury flakes, simultaneously watching Pride and Prejudice on dvd. Mr Darcy has just metaphorically slapped Caroline Bingley round the face with the "it has been many months since I have considered her one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance" line - fabulous viewing. Referring back to the title; I was so drunk last night, that I somehow managed to put all the clothes I had been wearing, technically not that many - skimpy t-shirts are the way forward, into my underwear drawyer. So yes, I awoke at 6am, bleary to say the least, and thought someone had stuffed a dead body in said drawyer as my jeans were sticking out in an alarming fashion. In other news, I must remember to remove eyeliner before going to bed, even when twatted. This is for two reasons: a) White Egyptian cotton sheets + MAC eyeliner = bad combination; i have eyes staring at me from the sheets! b) Scaring yourself shitless in the morning when looking in the mirror and being confronted by a panda is not the way forward. I think I may be off home on Saturday; the fabulous Chris has agreed to pick me up, as Dad can't; something about a party in the afternoon. So I shall return to an empty house and proceed to cause mayhem - can't wait. Mayhem incidentally = anything a 49 year old father figure type doesn't do, yet I do. Back to the dvdage methinks.
current mood: hungover
current music: Pride and Prejudice: Mary: Loss of virtue in a female speech
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| Sunday, May 14th, 2006
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8:04 pm - The eternal damnation of revision and its avoidance
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Four days til finals, and I am quite content in my lack of knowledge.
I think we should have a retro paper:
Caecilius est in horto. Caecilius laborat.
Canus in via latrat.
Coquus est in culina.
You get the picture.
As for the Greek:
χαιρε ω φιλε - that ought to be the extent of the translation side.
I'm not even going to start on P.I.E. and word formation in Greek, Latin, Sanskrit and various other languages.
Also worthy of note is the influence of alcohol; not on revision, but its effects on life in general. Do not send random messages to beaux on facebook when twatted: that is the general conclusion I have made. I say beaux, when I actually mean potential beau - most definitely singular, I am not a hussy.
In a curiously English manoeuvre, I shall now comment on the weather: wretched, but kind of compelling. I sat in my window be-duveted (quite a good made-up verb there) watching the rain, toes schnuggly and warm on the radiator whilst enjoying the company of a couple of Marlboro Lights. Terrible habit. If they don't kill me, I'm sure something else, hopefully old age, will. So yes, between that and maniacally checking facebook every 3 minutes to see if said beau has replied, I have had a thoroughly productive day thus far.
I must take ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) amiame up on her suggestion of Durham-flavoured visit; I am in the mood for recollection and an extremely pretty face to introduce to everyone at a Monday night social. Sorry ladies, she's straight, and has a cute Kris prove it. To make things even more random, I found out yesterday that a very close friend has just bought his first house; mortgaged at 22, it's ridiculous, but I'm first on the guestbook to curl up on his rug-covered wooden floor in front of the fire and chill - the sort of thing we do. Can't wait. To quote that famous farmer amongst men: "That'll do, pig, that'll do."
current mood:  lethargic
current music: Candy Says - Antony & the Johnsons
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| Saturday, October 15th, 2005
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12:08 am - It has been a while...
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Ah to be back on the pleasant green and pink pastures of LiveJournal - 'tis like I never left you
current mood: chipper
current music: Percy Faith - Theme from Summer Place
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| Thursday, August 26th, 2004
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10:24 pm - The coming academic year's set texts
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So far I've been told to get a copy of Isocrates's Helen and Plato's Phaedrus leading me to suspect that this year's Ancient Greek Literature course is aiming towards philosophy. Must certainly beat this year's obsession with fate and destiny in such works as the Iliad and Odyssey.
So here I am sitting with my copy of Helen:
"There are some who are much pleased with themselves if, after setting up an absurd and self-contradictory subject, they succeed in discussing it in tolerable fashion; and men have grown old, some asserting it is impossible to say, or to gainsay, what is false, or to speak on both sides of the same questions, others maintaining that courage and wisdom and justice are identical, and that we possess none of these as natural qualities, but that there is only one sort of knowledge concerned with them all; and still others waste their time in captious disputations that are not only entirely useless, but are sure to make trouble for their disciples." [Isocrates: Helen 1 ed. George Norlin]
I do believe this year is going to be quite entertaining. Thankfully the greek doesn't appear to be too challenging.
I do admire the audacity of my department in setting an out of print book as the version needed for Phaedrus. Thank god for abebooks.co.uk even if it does mean my out of print platonis opera tomus II has to be shipped from an obscure second hand bookshop in S. Africa incurring a £12 delivery charge - *has a light-bulb moment* As I suspected amazon.com have a nice new shiny in print hardcover version for $40 - typical that it would remain in print across the pond. Decisions, decisions; I always think second hand books have a certain charm - my 150yr old english-greek lexicon is a prime example, but even I have to admit that £12 delivery for a book which they are charging £6 to purchase is a little steep - bah! Who cares? I want a piece of S. Africa - hopefully someone will have penciled in some intriguing comments in its margins rather like the "for if fear of death were present to me" comment in my lexicon. I always wonder what Irish schoolboy wrote that - Irish because that is where it came from - a second-hand bookshop in Belfast courtesy of abebooks.
Anyways, I'm off to read the remainder of Helen and see if it is in anyway charming...
current mood:  surprised
current music: Suite from Hush - Buffy The Vampire Slayer (spine tingling)
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| Tuesday, August 24th, 2004
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2:16 am - That old guy from the aristocats
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tra-la-la-bum-tee-ay etc...etc... as he drove his car through the Parisian streets perched atop his old banger...Georges was his name. Almost as good a character as Edgar the evil butler. I seem to have quite a thing for the bad guys of disney: Jafar, Scar, Edgar, Iago etc... something quite amusing in their futility *would include creulla de vil but she screams more bitter drag-queen than bad guy*
Also liking the aristocats as it contains possibly the most elegant character in animation Madame Adelaide Bonfamille...the paradigm of elegance and sophistication...
Ok, I have to admit this is what two bottles of Chateax Neuf de Pape combined with stoli vanil and lemonade does to me, and even more so to James, who is lying prostrate on floor...fantastic night, good food, even better wine £15 a bottle...all that's left now is to attempt to undress passed-out accomplice put him in bed and wake up in his arms - yush
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *slight over-reaction* 41 complaints about Sharon Davis's nipples on the BBC's coverage of the Olympics...yes nipples exist people; what's the problem? We all have them, not her fault she is a "41yr old Milf" - note the quotation marks - as if I of all people would link women with sex!
Right to bed...something tells me I'll need to be full of energy in the morning *wink*
current mood:  drunk
current music: me singing "when you learn your scales and your appegios"
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| Saturday, August 21st, 2004
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11:28 am - It made me cry (twice)
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Having spent the last few days watching the entire first season of Queer as Folk USA [yes, I'm well aware I'm 3 seasons behind, but I also bought seasons 2 and 3 on dvd and am downloading 4 off kazaa now!] I finally arrived at the last episode. All I can say is *shiver*:
The juxtaposition of Brian and Justin's prom dance, in all its romantic glory, and the brutal attack scene was so strong that I burst into tears - quite a feat considering I have only cried three times since the age of 9. [not emotionally retarded - just have a wonderful life :-)]. I suppose the music, one of my favourite choral pieces, Parce Mihi Domine [Save Me, O Lord], was also responsible as it played hauntingly in the background as Brian finally showed his true feelings for Justin and broke down in front of Michael. A fitting climax to a great first season, so much so that I watched the episode again [how I love Baz Lurhman's Happy Feet - the scarfing scene music] - and cried again from the attack onwards. [me sooo sad *lol*]
On a more positive note, I have a 25yr old French post-grad Law student coming to look at the spare room. I'm hoping for beauté, capacités artistiques, un accent sexy et cetera but no doubt I shall get arrogance, un béret, et souffle d'ail et d'oignon [onion and garlic breath]...we shall see.
*lol* I really shouldn't hold such stereotypes being 1/8 French, 1/4 American and 5/8 English. Ah the joys of having two great-great grandparents who were french, an american grandfather and english parents
current mood: happy
current music: Jan Garbarek: pulcherrima rosa; Etta James - Miss You
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| Wednesday, August 18th, 2004
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1:20 pm - I am confined to my fate...
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...of having to keep an apostrophe on the clipboard and Ctrl+V every time I need one. Poor, poor laptop. Nasty, evil Ribena. "What's a boy to do?" I ask myself. Listen to copious amounts of trashy music starting with the soundtrack to "school of rock" - ok not trashy but I need to build up to trashy - I have the "Bridget Jones's Diary OST" in reserve - I have to admit it is mine and was bought in a fit of sheer gay-ness. Blame "repugantia futtilis est" a.k.a. The Mastercard and having watched the film far too many times to tell you "It's not you, you're lovely. It's vile Richard, ugh! He's just a big knob-head with no knob" [possibly the best line in the film]. Perhaps the only bit of cheese/pop I own.
*lol* I find the british commentators at the olympics so amusing; we reach a semi final in the swimming and it's deemed fantastic - can you ever imagine the Americans and Australians settling for second or in our case 16th best - pur-lease!
current mood:  mischievous
current music: Stevie Nicks - Edge of Seventeen
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2:11 am - bastard ribena
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Just spilt ribena on laptop - I no longer have use of right shift key, the apostrophe/"at" key, left, right, up or down arrows, the end key, the right windows key and the equivalent of left mouse-click button. It is making typing very difficult - I am having to avoid words that contain apostrophes and am finding the loss of the down arrow very irritating. Im actually rather impressed that the laptop is still functioning - I shall regard it as a miracle - I do not have another £1,000+ to spend on electric objects - would be nice to get my keys back though. I need an apostrophe/"at" key - quite necessary I feel. Copy and pasting from word is eeevil!
current mood:  distressed
current music: Pink Floyd: Take up Thy Stethoscope and Walk
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| Saturday, August 14th, 2004
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12:08 am - What the FUCK was Bjork wearing?
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LOL - I thought the olympic opening ceremony was rather impressive - something about mythology - quite wonderous...eeek *le pant le pant* who was that guy running through the tape as the place and year of each olympics was announced - HOW CUTE? BUt I think my highlight was seeing Bjork dressed in yet another monstrosity - not quite as bad as swan outfit (at least this time I think she was trying to fit in with the games's theme)...and bless the poor Greek woman who forgot her oath in front of a few billion people - I wonder how long she'd had to remember that?
OOOOH and also, très très très impressionnant etait le chaudron olympique - very clever how it lowered itself - reminded me of a giant see-saw on a pivot.
I half expected the man who lit it to be consumed by flames. Must have had some sort of mechanism so that as the angle with the ground increased more fuel came out so the flame height increased as the cauldron - who calls something like that a cauldron? Wouldn't beacon suffice? - went higher and higher. I think I've thought to much about this one. *lol*
*boasts* My pasta with cracked black-pepper and drizzled with olive-oil is yummy - and possibly the healthiest thing I've eaten in weeks!
current mood:  impressed
current music: Simon & Garfunkel - Sound of Silence
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| Wednesday, August 11th, 2004
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9:25 pm - blah de blah
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I'm having a terrible day *sob sob* - I think I must have got out of the wrong side of bed or summat. I've been feeling tired, miserable and generally unwilling to do anything but vegetate all day.
I think I make it worse by insisting that the Sneaker Pimps is the best sort of music for this state of mind.
On a positive note - my vegetativeness (possibly rendered by the phrase vegetative state - but sounds too much like comatose patient) has stopped me from partaking in any fuckwittage that may have occurred today.
EEEK! - just read through what I've already written. I sound positively forlorn, and that just ain't me.
It's times like this I wish I had my own personal trout to give myself a trouting - I love that image - whacking someone's face with a fish; never fails to raise a smile.
Hmm, Macaulay Culkin is peering out from the open page of the telegraph magazine...he'd be sooo fine if I didn't think of the Home Alone films every time I see him - saying that his role in party monster was a good one.
Well that's me done for today...not my most thrilling of entries. But BLERG springs to mind.
"credo heroem intra omnes nos esse" - sounds so much better than "I believe there's a hero in all of us" - possibly the most retch-inducing speech i've heard in a while. Poor Tobey Mcguire - the production team made him look so hideous with those close ups of his roof-running face.
current mood:  blah
current music: Sneaker Pimps: Miami Counting
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