whoops

God almighty, the minute I said “posting roll” it’s like I up and died. I JINXED MYSELF. And nobody said my name, obviously. Anyway, this would have likely continued indefinitely, except my email died (AGAIN) and as I was resurrecting it and purging, I went through all my comments from this year and you are all great (*sob*) and I felt bad. So thanks for commenting. Going through them all in a big batch made me feel much more popular than I really am. And I’d like to thank the Academy, and my parents for having me.

And also “King Arthur” is on TV and it is making me twitch with its badness. (Mr. T: “It’s OK.” Me: “Oh my god it is SO NOT OK.”) They got me offside with the first explanatory screen, proclaiming “Historians agree…” which, as anyone who has studied history would know, NEVER HAPPENS. Historians never agree. No academics agree. Apart from the dog show world, I have never seen such rigid ideology and childish behaviour as I have from academics. (Hi, academics reading! I don’t mean you!) So, moving on. Arthurian Legend was one thing I studied in university (Nerdigiousness Degree of Difficulty: 4.9) and I’ll be FUCKED if I had to read Chretien de Troyes for nothing. (Sad realisation: I had to read Chretien de Troyes for nothing.)

What else? I went to a rugby league game today, a Melbourne Storm home game. Mr. T likes league and I like almost all live sport, and it was a gorgeous day, so we went along. The Storm won 40-0 (I think) and there was a streaker who ran the whole length of the field, dancing in front of the players as he went. He received a great deal of applause, before the lax security guards finally caught up with him and one leapt at him, tackling him spectacularly to the ground. It truly was the game with everything. Also, New Zealand played their opening Rugby World Cup game against Italy (and won, no surprises there) so it’s been a bit of a sports-filled day. I even performed some athletic endeavours of my own on Saturday — if you were part of the large crowd watching the bidding on a house auction in Armadale on Saturday morning, and an extremely red-faced girl ran through you with an extremely large and hairy Brown Dog, um, hi! Also, good luck! I didn’t really get to see the house but that is a really nice street and I’d like to live on it myself. Also, your neighbours would not normally be as red-faced as they may appear.

Again, I have no photos on this laptop. I’ll post some from my work junket last week when I remember to get them off the camera. (Oh yes, I was on a work junket from Sunday – Thursday last week; hence another reason for my slackness.) For now, please enjoy this LiveJournal icon I am posting here completely for my own, nerdy enjoyment.

8 comments to whoops

  • Skeksi! Aww…I miss the Skeksi. They were so loveable and bony and just a bit hissy…but still loveable in their own way.

  • That jinxing thing? Is happening to me all the time at the moment. Darn 6-year-old keeps getting me when I read to the 3-year-old because he can read now, the smart-arse. So I share your pain. Having said that it’s great you are back posting, even if I don’t know what a skeksi is and have not watched King Arthur.

  • Me tooooo! The studying Arthurian legends in school bit. One whole class on it. I freakin hate that King Arthur movie.

  • Damn life … getting in the way of blogging – heh.

  • Buddha cat… is buddha-y ^_^ http://www.icanhascheezburger.com is a beautiful thing no? And your Brown Dog is just beyond cute. Really. He just takes it into a new dimension ^_^

  • Mal

    Oh gawd yes… just a bit of casual hobby-like reading/research on the whole Arthurian legend is confusing enough, when it comes to ‘agreement’! And unfortunately, I started watching that goddam mov… one of those that you start watching in the hop its gonna get better, but of course it never did! Gagh! [slaps self] Stoopid me! heh heh.

    Cyalayta
    Mal :)

  • “So NOT okay” pretty much describes the majority of my movie experiences. I’m glad I’m not alone. :)

  • I freaking LOVE the Skeksi. I get wierd looks when I say that, usually. I love the interents. They will always provide me with validation.

    I’m like that with anything Cold War. I Laughed (out loud) for literally 3 minutes when I read the McSweeney list of alternative names for the Indie band ‘Somebody still loves you, Boris Yeltsin’ My favourite was ‘Put your damn shoe back on, Nikita Krushchev’

    Anyone? Anyone? It’s funny, OK? Trust me…

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