Archive for January, 2006

The greatest film title EVAR!

Tuesday, January 24th, 2006

Eyecatching!
Full of potential!
Excitement!
ACTION!

"Snakes on a Plane"

or maybe …

"SNAKES ON A PLANE!"
That has to be the best title for a film ever. The synopsis?  Oh, okay.  See, there are these snakes (oh no!) on a plane … and an assassin is going to use them to kill someone.  Yeaaaaaah… omg LOL!  Wow.  Snakes huh?  And a plane … I guess he couldn’t afford poison.

Samuel L. Jackson (I kid you not) stars in this wunderfilm - and even before it’s come out of post-production, internet critics everywhere have panned the name and story.  (Should I repeat ‘Snakes!  Oh no! …  Not on a plane!’ again?)  And they’ve even made nice pictures …





That’s wicked!  Apparently SLJ wouldn’t let them change the name either … hahahah.

Well … there’s no such thing as bad publicity I guess.  Go S! Go!<p>

I’m going to watch this when it comes out! Who wants to come with me?

Defining moments in life…

Sunday, January 22nd, 2006

Sue me.  It’s been a quietly busy week… but the next time you peel a banana - pinch it from the other end and open it that way. There you go, the should a mutant banana attack you whilst you’re minding your own business - you know what to do.

Other things to do while you’re bored at work:
1) googleearth.com - go search for Hong Kong on the map
2) www.jaguar.com - I love the ‘Gorgeous’ advert. I’m envious of the people that live those lives
3) Do you have an overly-conservative girl friend?  Get her a cat and make her sniff the catbox.  Apparently that might make her more outgoing and warm-hearted.

PS. I thought Memoirs of a Geisha was uberlame. Dialogue, story, lack of japanese people, random jap-word-selection-in-sentences… and that’s just off the top of my head!  Pretty though…

Morning is broken.

Friday, January 13th, 2006

Recently, I’ve developed some kind of ultra-sensitivity to food/the air/something else which seems to have repercussions on the condition of my skin (on my face… gah!).  I’m guessing that only girls would really know what I’m talking about here, but stick with me.  This tirade will likely force even the most dead-pan of you to crack a tiny smile.

My daily feeding cycle (oink) consists of cereal or bread in the morning, some kind of lunch (which again may contain bread, or rice, or something starchy), and some kind of dinner. Fruit to snack on occasionally - I like bananas because they don’t require much effort to peel - and I drink orange juice because this grows in supermarkets in nice convenient cartons.

My skin, I’ve found through trial and error, appears to flare up whenever I eat food that contains oil.  Fine.  No oil then.  I can do that.  Recently, I’ve suspected that consuming an entire LARGE bag of roasted, salted cashews also causes problems.  Like duh, mucho oil in peanuts, but I’d heard it was ‘good’ oil.  And I do SO love cashews.

Fine.  No nuts then.

No oil, no nuts.  Am I going to eat everything broiled?  Boiled?  Heated in the sun perhaps?  Oh, wait, I forget I live in the UK.  No daylight - let alone sun recently.  My problems are only just beginning.

Where was I?  Oh yeah, no nuts, no oil, no heat.

So I’m looking around diligently for some holy bible and I find a guide … it seems to be quite a good one; it sets down foods I should be eating and shouldn’t be eating, with reasons.

It starts off (with nice pictures), "choose nutrient-rich, anti-oxidant packed foods".  I don’t know what this means, but I’m willing to keep reading, so I get to the end in a few short minutes … I won’t bore you too much, but the contents boil down to:

Eat 5 servings of fruit/veg a day: Strawberries, apricots, plums, raspberries are good anti-oxidants, as are carrots, squash, spinach, broccoli and leafy greens.  Uh oh.  I like strawberries in that list.  And Carrots, some spinach and a minor amount of broccoli.

It goes on: Cut down on carbohydrates, they force your body to generate extra insulin, which is ultimately bad for skin.
Choose foods which are low in sugar: bananas, white rice, pasta, grapes, potatoes, refined pastries and sweets.

Errr.  Right then. So I have to cut down on everything I usually like eating, and swap in non-Waidat-friendly foods … which are … what?  Strawberries for breakfast? Surely generations of orientals have been gorging themselves on white rice, living longer, and not doing too badly on skin?  Maybe I’m racially immune to the death-rice in the same way that caucasians are naturally (kinda) immune to the effects of alcohol?  Can I eat cereal?  Isn’t that mostly corn?  What about milk?  Argh!

Strawberries, no pasta, no white rice.  Hmmm.  Noodles? :p

Aha.  Strawberries, apples, mango, kiwi, muesli, and plain yoghurt? Thanks P.  Stolen. Chore!  omg.  I’m in the wrong country. I’ll burn off calories while I make it… and chew through it.  Healthy though I guess.  That’s going to be one strange breakfast.  No milk, no cereal, no bread.  Hum.

Carrots, spinach, fish, chicken - grilled or boiled … right. Going out to eat is going to be complicated…

Day 1 starts tomorrow. No wait, day after tomorrow… see how it goes :p

*sob*  No sweets, no chocolate.  Wtf.  No cake.  That’s cruel.  Stupid people, why invent cake if I can’t eat it?

Stranger and stranger

Friday, January 6th, 2006

So there I was, pretending to doze whilst on my way home on the tube, and I notice a slightly pungent odour in the air.  At first, I figure it’s the homeless guy heading down the carriage with his last remaining Big Issue - but he’s too far away - so I pin the smell on this woman who’s just stepped in looking a little … drunk perhaps?  She’s not too badly dressed though, although her black coat is a little shabby … it’s definitely her.  Ick.

She seats herself next to me, and I hold my breath - but this was always going to be futile, and I end up breathing through my scarf with my eyes closed, hoping she’ll get off soon. 
You know how you can ignore random white noise if you try hard enough?  Well, somehow I managed to not hear the small paper-ripping sounds next to me for a few minutes, but when I did I saw her putting them in her mouth … and chewing … ~_~

She was ripping up pieces of the day’s folded newspaper (and it wasn’t a clean one either) and putting each in her mouth, and then swallowing. 

Is this nutritious?  Was she doing it to kill time?  Is she going to vomit them out later to some nefarious purpose?  Is she lining her stomach in preparation for something else? 

I didn’t know - so I promptly got off on the next stop and moved up a carriage… the smell was really starting to get to me …

Wow.  Eating paper.  Weird.

WLTM GSOH

Monday, January 2nd, 2006

Good morning students, and welcome to another bright, new, promise-filled year.  Today’s topic will be on Glen, and Roy. You’ll also need to have experience of offices, work, and you’ll need to watch the following link, otherwise you just won’t get any of what I’m talking about …

Glen!  Glen Glen Glen!

If your name happens to be either Glen, or Roy - I want to meet you so I can point at you enthusiastically.  In my head I’m chanting that mantra ceaselessly and I’m also grinning inside.  I guess you don’t really need to know that … it’s somewhat freaky.

Why do I like the stupid Starbucks ad?  Well - if you’ve read Dilbert, that song is just like a side view of that cartoon strip - whichever group of marketing folks thought up the lyrics were inspired.  Haha - you’d only really understand if you’d been around middle management I suppose.  Or perhaps involved in office politics :p 

I also love the way the band completely disregards their original target at the end and pursue their new victim with such gusto. Him!  This new guy will be the One!

Okay, so I’m reading a little too much into it.  Let’s just say it’s funny, not dissect it and stop there!

That site is funny though… it feels a little odd to be seeking out clever and silly adverts so I can laugh at them, given the amount of time we usually spend trying to get away from ads.

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