UK Watercooler 32: Fall Into The Meaning Gap

Bah to dull clouds. Bah to wet and windy Easter camping breaks.

Bah to recession, bah to job cuts and redundancies, bah to job interviews, bah to not getting offered jobs, bah to unemployment, bah to getting up at 6.45, bah to getting home from work too exhausted to do anything for myself, bah to scratched DVDs, bah to wind and rain, bah bah bah bah bah!

/rainspotting.jpg ;-)

Funnily enough, I did book a campsite right next to a railway line. So trainspotting *and* rainspotting.

Although there won't exactly be many trains to spot, because it's not a busy line.

Well, at least I managed to reformat my Bigstick so I don't have to buy another one.

Ah, boss is actually in today. Wow. I can get my timesheets signed, even if nothing else.

bosses, bah

Swans in, says "yes, we should talk", I agree, then sit and wait. And wait. And wait. And adjust my profile on OKC and answer some emails. All men there of a suitable age seem to have children already.

Getting some money usually cheers me up. But it won't be until after Easter now. :-(

It's scary how many women around here, of my age, already have children.

Then again, I could probably have said that ten years ago.

Well, considering most of the men who are "suitable" are about 40, it's not really surprising. But still. I think those things tend to work if both people have children so they know what to expect, but probably wouldn't work if one person has children and the other doesn't.

Well, at least, I would find that weird.

I am trying to be open-minded about this. But the pool narrows and narrows and the chances seem smaller and smaller.

I just really went back there to take tests and figure out what kind of hat I am, or what kind of mythological creature I would be, and then men started writing me, so I thought it would be rude not to write back. I don't know. I'm not convinced of the sensibleness of even thinking about dating when my life is such a mess, but at least the horribleness of dating would take my mind of the horrible mess of the rest of my life.

That's not a very good attitude, is it?

My attitude would be: well, you never know, it might all turn out for the good with the man of your dreams etc etc.

There is no man of my dreams. If life has taught me one thing, it is that. And if there were, he certainly wouldn't be interested in me. You get what you are stuck with, and have to try to slog through and make it work. And even if *you* do, there is no guarantee that the other person will attempt to do the same.

And to distract me from such horribleness, here is a picture of Captain Anderson:

http://www.ket.org/pressroom/2006/44/MAST__003612TheEndsoftheEarth_1007.jpg

I still haven't managed to read the last two books in that trilogy.

!!!! Get reading now!

That said, there was a boy sitting next to me on the train, and I glanced at the book he was reading and got very excited that it might be TTEOTE due to springing of the mainmast, but it wasn't, it was one of those Aubrey/Maturin novels. Bah.

Tweedy JH:

http://thecia.com.au/reviews/n/images/notorious-bettie-page-3.jpg

I should get around to seeing this movie, but possibly not if it's, erm, rampant-making.

Now for some amazing sideburns...

http://www.bbc.co.uk/pressoffice/images/bank/programmes_tv/drama/shadow_in_the_north/300jared_harris.jpg

Kate, he looks like he's morphing into Robin Cook (rip) in that one.

He does! It's true.

Right eyes, right hair, wrong nose. And JH is all about the nose.

The hott boy from Youthmovies has the same nose. I think that explains the hottness.

You can see the nose here. It is very pointy:

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/2106775508_7299ded05a.jpg

I wish I enjoyed their single as much as I enjoyed their live show.

In 20 minutes I will go and get some curry and that will be the high point of my day. And the dilemma of my day will be whether to get a mint crumble bar as well. And then I will spend the rest of the day wondering if my boss will ever come up with anything to do, and then I will go home, exhausted from doing nothing, read until I fall asleep and wake up to do it all over again. Unless I'm lucky and a satellite falls from the sky to crush me.

Yum. Lunch was delicious.

However, remind me never, ever to read 1) Drowned in Sound or 2) any interview with Anton BJM ever again. Sheesh. That's 10 minutes of my life I'd rather have spent staring at the screen pretending to work.

pash, are you around? are you the person who said Journey's "Stone in Love" is the best song ever? it IS!

I wasn't! (sorry) I'd put my money on either Dave Q or Scott S for that one. But, great anyway! I think I may have been repping for "Carry on Wayward Son" at some point fairly recently...

Today in Glasgow I saw some of these in the window of a music shop next to the record shop I go to
http://www.musicroom.com/images/catalogue/productpage/STE2018PK.jpg
Flying V Ukelele

http://www.forsyths.co.uk/ukuleles.htm
scroll down to the bottom

The ones in the shop in Glasgow were £25

Some dude on ebay occasionally sells an electric bouzouki with a pointy black-metal-style body and headstock.

I generally like oddball little stringed instruments, but ukes I draw the line at.

I can imagine Ed with one.

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2343501338_6f591f62de.jpg?v=0

Recent gear shot

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/2342668841_8dc4899412.jpg?v=0

With Miss Sylvia, my roadie.

It wouldnt be ilx without a cat!

That's what I thought :)

You should watch that film, Kate, despite the rampant-making possibilities. It's a good film (although apparently in real life Mr H's character never met the film's subject).

I will take TTEOTE on holiday with me at the weekend.

Is it out on video? Is it worth actually buying?

i.e. is there lots of shots of JH wandering around looking hott and tweedy, as opposed to lots of pics wandering around in bondage gear? (Which really doesn't do that much for me.)

BETTY PAGE in bondage gear does little for me. If it were JH is bondage gear, natch, I would probably explode.

It's on DVD - I bought it for my gf for Christmas, and it was under a tenner. There's not really much "bondage gear", but equally not *that* much JH.

Mrs. Dr. C just came in and said 'what the heck are you listening to!', then fled.

What am I listening to? (Clue: Think Tom D)

Deacon Blue?

Haha. No!

I don't do ukes, and I prefer my horns in the other direction

http://www.fatdawg.com/mandocellobig.jpg

Another day, another terminal expanse of existential boredom...

Morning!

Still clouds over the office, but it looks like the shape of said clouds is going to be made clear.

Hope that there are some nice parachute-shaped clouds, or, err, something.

What do you do when you wake up one morning and realise that you are, actually, a bad person?

(Sorry, those two statements are totally unlinked, did not mean to imply that they were by putting them in the same post.)