September 28, 2003
Ambush
Yeek.Guess I overestimated the amount of time I'd be spending on the editing kick this weekend. Inevitably, events intervened. Entertaining the godchildren, all that jazz. Never mind. As Hannibal told Clarice, all good things to those who wait. Or something.
I'm in no fit state, as should be abundantly clear. But I would just like to say this:
Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhh!
This year's Marching Boys outing is currently featuring (along with, yadda yadda yadda, some other stuff) in a trailer on UK Gold. I didn't notice what it was for -- I was too busy shrieking -- but the voiceover said something along the lines of "what makes the UK unique?"
Well for one thing, where else are you likely to be ambushed by footage of yourself doing very silly things in the middle of an innocent rerun of Yes Minister?
At the risk of repeating myself: aaaaaaarrrrrrrggghhhh!
Meanwhile, why the fuck am I sitting here tippy-tapping rather than out fucking someone*? Gaydar is such a crappy substitute for a life.
*Upson Pratt: Go out and fuck someone. But wear a damn rubber, everybody's got the damn herpes these days.
Comments
Well.
Posted by: Max at September 28, 2003 09:35 AM
Odd how sometimes this comments section launches off into extended essays and others it's just cryptic monosyllables. Well *what*? At the moment I'm hearing it in the tones of a purse-lipped Les Dawson fishwife, was that the intention?
Posted by: matt at September 28, 2003 10:46 PM
*Well*.
Posted by: Max at September 28, 2003 11:25 PM
(In the style of Les's drag housewife companion) "Ooh, I say!"
Posted by: Eurodan at September 28, 2003 11:29 PM
I know what you mean about Gaydar.
Mind you, I've had a post coming on for a while now entitled something like "behold the internet - the thinking man's television".
I think it's high time we all just switched off our computer and went out and did something less boring instead, to quote an esteemed children's programme.
Posted by: Eurodan at September 29, 2003 12:03 AM
Why don't you?
Posted by: matt at September 29, 2003 12:52 AM
I don't have a television simply for the fact that if I did, more often than not, I'd find myself sucked in by the glory of its technicolour glare and thereby while away ten thousand and one hours doing something that I find totally ungratifying - the only things I genuinely like on tv tend to be gardening programmes, documentaries and current affairs exposés, yet it's easy to just sit there and watch teenage Sharon getting angsty because Gareth hasn't invited her to the dance, or Simon Cowell being unusually nice to the girl with exceptionally large breasts, when really, you wouldn't ordinarily give a damn at all.
I do, on the other hand, spend an hour or more at my computer each day, but I find that far more acceptable a use of my time than I do tv; it isn't, however, addictive or disruptive enough, to me at least, to constitute my "thinking man's television", and in that respect, I think many people in a similar position are able to go out and do less boring things instead.
But I've never used Gaydar, so maybe that's something for me to avoid being ensnared...
Haven't you guys done the "bloggers-meet-up-in-the-real-world" thing yet? I was reading a post or three about that, and there appear to be two distinct groups around; one that encourages doing so in the name of sociability and friendship, and the other, sociopaths hell-bent on maintaining their respective auras of mystery. I find it a little amusing that so much effort should be put into it either way. You guys often sound like you're friends in real life - as a newcomer, I can't verily tell whether it's because you actually are, or simply because your exchanges come so freely.
Mmm, must learn to post after I've woken up and breakfasted. Good day to y'all.
Posted by: Stairs at September 29, 2003 08:16 AM
And a very good day to you, sir.
I knew Shyboy and Eurodan in real life long before blogging was invented (all three of us are pictured among the be-knickered Marching Boys of 1992), but at the moment this is our primary form of contact. (Dan nudged me into it, and then both of us ganged up on Adam.) I've met Max, who used to live right across the street.
Anyone else who crops up about the place is nominally a stranger, but happily you all seem very friendly. Hopefully a few real life meetings will transpire at some point, although most of us are rather far apart.
I'd strongly recommend avoiding Gaydar. It can very occasionally have its uses but even at its infrequent best is always a colossal timewaster.
And nice use of the word "verily" there :)
Posted by: matt at September 29, 2003 11:11 AM
Why, thank you, I hope.
Appreciative of the clarification; it's not so bad being an outsider, really. In fact, it gives me greater license to make a right nuisance of myself, though whether or not I take up that privilege is entirely down to whether or not you ban my IP before I can really get started.
Mmm, iChat has often been a source of great mirth; random people are my godsend.
Posted by: Stairs at September 29, 2003 07:16 PM
I don't think there's any prospect of you making enough of a nuisance of yourself to get banned. Apart from anything else, you're hidden behind a whole swarm of Cambridge web cache addresses, so I'd have to effectively ban the whole University.
Max, on the other hand, would be much easier :)
Posted by: matt at October 1, 2003 06:56 PM
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