Posts Tagged ‘Squires’
I have finally decided…i don’t find Rihanna attractive…and i find the spelling of her name counterintuitive…and i really like the word counterintuitive and all that it implies…
I recently bought some flowers for some different people. I’m hoping it might make at least one of the recipients happy. Anyway, now the flower company is sending me emails about their specials and seasonal offers etc. Yesterday i got one titled “Admire your fiery Arian loved ones” …Arian flowers…you’d really want to make sure your audience knows how to spell and the difference between the two words. How many of those gift cards have been addressed to ‘my blue-eyed girl’…
Tags: arians, Berger, Bumbershoot, Chloe Dancer / Crown of Thorns, counterintuitive, Family Feud, Fender Jaguar, flowers, Friends, girls, Jack White, Mother Love Bone, Rihanna, school, social retard, Squires, texting, Unbridled, University, wastebook
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I slept like a baby last night…..in two hour intervals interrupted by inexplicable crying fits before shitting my pants and smiling…
Every now and then i forget how to breathe. I know it sounds like a family guy episode gone wrong. “Hey Lois! This is worse than that time i forgot how to breathe!” But seriously i do. It’s only certain situations that trigger it and i’m not always aware. It may be like a really hot chick sitting next to me on a tube or something and i become really conscious about breathing. Just act normal. Wait what are you doing? Are you breathing heavier? She’s going to know you think she’s hot! Stop it! Breathe normally! etc. And no matter how hard i try i can’t make it return to normal. I start breathing in and doing this “In…one Mississippi…two Mississippi…out!” crap.
Tags: Alanis Morrisette, Amy Winehouse, Big Yellow Taxi, breathing, Dreikoenigskeller, Family Guy, Fred Durst, inner monologue, Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, JRR Tolkien, nicknames, Pete Doherty, Ruud Van Nistlerooy, Sleep, Squires, Tarrantino, Ticks and Leeches, tool, wallet chains, wordsmith
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H&M is not the place for sprint cyclists and hockey players. Seriously, even with my gut i can wear a slim-fit business shirt and the cut is good…but slim-fit trousers? I have to go up to twice my waist size before i can get my legs in without looking like the frontman of a britpop article band…
It feels like ages since i’ve written anything so i might be a little rusty. Sort of like Basketball at the moment. I’d love to see the German’s i play with, play a game with a full referee – it would be hilarious. It’s not a foul if you lose the ball people…these are called steals and turnovers. I’ve also read an incredible piece of tedium from Squires which may have dulled my creative abilities in telling a tale so apologies up front…it’s all on your shoulders mate.
Tags: accents, Amos Roberts, article bands, Australia, banter, Basketball, Boychild, britpop, c-bomb, children, Christmas, Deftones, Flying, Football, Germans, H&M, Italy, London, Manchester City, Manchester United, My Own Summer, Nandos, Old Trafford, Phong, recovery, Redhill, Ryanair, Sam Platt's, slim-fit, Squires, The Brocket, Tom Cruise, Vacuous husk, Wigan, York
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hmm what happened since the last time i wrote…We scored some tickets to another festival thanks to Phong’s (ex) missus! Never knew much about the Southside Festival (fucking hell MTV is playing New Kids on the Block). Squires went there last year or the year before and said the facilities weren’t that good so i wasn’t sure what to expect. Dude it’s the PG13 version of Rock Festivals! I don’t think you’ll ever want to go to Rock am Ring then.
Tags: Beatles, Boots, Chemical Brothers, Eleanor Rigby, love, MTV, New Kids On The Block, Phong, Radiohead, Ray Charles, Rock am Ring, Singer Phil, Southside Festival, Squires, Thom Yorke, Xavier Rudd
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*** Warning ***
It’s another long one. Sorry, but it is a little treat for y’all. This is the blogging equivalent to a time capsule. Every computer i work on – work, home, laptop, etc. has text files scattered about, normally called something ingenious like blog.txt with one-liners and point-form arguments or stuff i want to write about. The idea being that occasionally i open it up and flesh some of them out into a post. Sometimes i can’t be arsed or don’t think they need further explanation which usually provides the shorter snippets at the beginnings of my posts.
Tags: 2.0, Australia, Benj, blogs, Bon Jovi, Clint Eastwood, creature of habit, Cyclone Tracy, emoticons, Frankfurt, German, Jägermeister, Jamie Cullum, karaoke, Kat, keyboards, laundry, Manchester United, midnight buffet, no offence, pizza, playstation, pool, praktikum, Robert Plant, schlecker wine, spaghetti, spider solitaire, Squires, the irish, time capsule, Topical Storms, Triumph the dog, Walt Disney Corporation
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How you finding the new layout? This will surely piss off Squires who had bookmarked the blog page. Sucks to be you mate! Seriously comments welcome. I’m not sure about the ‘Recent comments’ section on the bottom right.
Ok i have another post written but i’m still deciding if i should post it, so in the interim here’s another old Xanga one.
I saw Johhny Cash this morning. He’d lost a bit of weight and turned German but he seemed well…
Tags: Aphex Twin, Come to Daddy, David Bowie, Drinking, Fallen Art, Goths, Halos, hotcakes, ipod, Johnny Cash, Maynard James Keenan, Mike Patton, Nick Cave, Nine Inch Nails, Squires, Trent Reznor, Xanga
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A decent nights rest and very little to drink the previous night meant we were feeling fine. We set off to enjoy Prague during the daytime. not phased by the seemingly ineffectiveness of the ‘Slavic plan’ it was decided that if we were to run into any nefarious creatures on the trams or in the streets silk would address me in Serbian – though sadly not on the Serbian finger phone – and i would respond with ‘Da’. What could possibly go wrong?
Tags: air-guitar, Americans, Amsterdam, Australia, awesomeness, Azteca, Backstage, Beer, Boban, Brad Pitt, casino, Chelski, Colt 45, cypress hill, Czech, Dan Peters, Dresden, El Pacifico, Flip, food, Frankfurt, French Canadian, German, Greenday fans, Guy Maddison, inglorious basterds, Irish Pub, Japanese Commercial, Jaywalking, Johnny Marr, KFC, Lord of The Rings, Maastricht, Manchester United, Mark Arm, Masturbation, Meat Loaf, Mexican Food, Modest Mouse, Mudhoney, Nirvana, Portuguese, Ryan Giggs, Seattle, serbian, serbian finger phone, Silk, song-interrupting, Spanish, Squires, Steve Turner, Swedish, tennis, TGIF's, Tourists, Tower Bridge, webcam
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I don’t do early mornings that well, so it’s normally got to be something special to make me get to work by 7. Finding out that Silk’s name was on the door and i was his ‘+1′ was enough for me. I had spent most evenings that week cleaning my flat, however the last two nights were about picking the right outfit, nay, t-shirt. See I don’t normally give a a flying proverbial about what i wear, but everything i know about the Seattle scene is that it is full of cliques. If there was even the slightest, remotest possibility of meeting the band i was going to be the Switzerland of music.
Tags: Alice In Chains, Arrested Development, Backstage, BASEketball, Berlin, Billy Dee Williams, Borat, Boyz II Men, Carly, Charlie Megira & The Modern Dance Club, Christina Aguilera, Colt 45, Concerts, Courtney Love, Dan Peters, Green River, Grunge, Grunge Is Dead, Guy Maddison, Jeff Buckley, Jimi Hendrix, Joey Ramone, Living End, Mark Arm, Matt Stone, Meg White, Metal, Mother Love Bone, Mudhoney, Nirvana, Nitocris, Ozzy Osbourne, Pearl Jam, Psychology, Punk, Road Trip, Rock, Sandra Bernhardt, Silk, Soundgarden, Squires, Steve Turner, University
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You really get a lot of satisfaction publishing rants…comments left under posts…page hits…whole discussions on other peoples blogs about your posts without commenting on the post itself…
So i’m not allowed to discuss the c-bomb and now i can’t talk about fashion either. There’s just no keeping Squires’ high-brow audience happy is there. I might go back and edit my post (if i can’t write a new one) to include ugg-boots worn outside the house – that’s a definite no-no.
Tags: Bridled Enthusiasm, bridled participation, c-bomb, comments, Cunts, desensitzed to everything, fashion, girls, indifference, life, Manchester United, Squires, stand-up comedy, stinkfist, text messages, tool, ugg-boots
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Say what you want about my affinity for the word but it certainly brings the public in. Whether or not it is the type of public i want is another matter. After all, my blog’s subheading is and was (in the xanga days) ‘Illustrating the diversity of the C-word’; it does carry an underlying agenda. I remembered an entry from Squires some time back (link?) about the different ways people had come across his website (referrals for the un-web 2.0), so i decided i would chew through some time and have a look.
Tags: Carlos Tevez, Cunts, Didifallover, Squires, waxys
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Desensitized to everything, what became of subtlety? - October 1st, 2009
You really get a lot of satisfaction publishing rants…comments left under posts…page hits…whole discussions on other peoples blogs about your posts without commenting on the post itself…
So i’m not allowed to discuss the c-bomb and now i can’t talk about fashion either. There’s just no keeping Squires’ high-brow audience happy is there. I might go back and edit my post (if i can’t write a new one) to include ugg-boots worn outside the house – that’s a definite no-no.
Tags: Bridled Enthusiasm, bridled participation, c-bomb, comments, Cunts, desensitzed to everything, fashion, girls, indifference, life, Manchester United, Squires, stand-up comedy, stinkfist, text messages, tool, ugg-boots
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