Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Quiet bank holiday
Well it was! I stayed in on Friday - writing the novel on here, on Saturday I went into town to buy RR's birthday present. Not only had the shop I wanted to get the golfball inscriber ceased to exist but the web site attached to it has also gone - no success on a search either. He is currently presentless. Spent a very long time picking a general book on world religions - but learned a lot in the browsing! The one I got is exactly the right level for me judging by the 1st chapter read - Hindu. Also bought lots of 4cm to 1km maps with the rest of the booktokens from my bro for last Xmas.
Evening out for RRs birthday - Milos (pilo pooh) 1st - I have concluded that the trendy bars in the CornExchange end of town play their music just too loud to be able to hold a conversation easily because most of the clientele are not interesting enough to want to hold a conversation with. Unfortunately for me listening to music is not what Iola's do in company - they want to dance or talk (live music would be different of course). Some place beginning with E under the Corn Exchange was the next port of call. This time it really was dance volume but it was only 10pm, there were possibly half a doz people over 25 other than ourselves, and very few over 18, especially of the female persuasion. It was music I'd dance or exercise to but not chose to listen to but RR seemed very happy. SL organised the event and SL doesn't like the Think Tank so SL ensured we didn't go there. We went to Sandinstas at the other end of town, a pub open till 2 which played the same music as the Think Tank. Big plus - got to meet Dr Phil again, she who introduced me to blogs (see linkie to Kittenspajamas). She has changed her hair and I failed to recognise her ('cause she's a real person not with the head of a cat like on her blog) but that was rectified rapidly. No shock SL turned on the charm and made a hasty exit when he realised her husband was sat nearby.
SL came out with some classics - apparently reading someone's blog is a form of stalking. Someone's blog is only an opinion and therefore is less valid than having a discussion with them. Buying a book recommended on someone's blog is ridiculous, its' better to have a personal recommendation. I refrained from asking what element of people's conversation stops it being opinion, if he has never read a book review and bought a book on the basis of it and if he has never followed a newspaper columnist (which is pretty much like a blog to me). Probably because I know the answers to all these.
Sunday was a swim, a shop, "quality time" with chap, a walk, and a visit to EL (or is that ER, can't remember which surname she uses). She's having a cracking relationship breakdown - he's not the one but he's better than no one seems to me to be a good summary. Child 1 is being very horrible testing boundaries and displaying the same capacity for seeing the downside of life that his mother lives with. She would love to save him from himself but doesn't believe she can. She's probably right, she can only try to encourage him to develop the awareness and tools to deal with it. Parenting - it's a great thing to observe.
Monday was the destruction of the biggest ironing pile for one person since the beginning of time. Since when did I have all this stuff? Also the watching of "The journey" by Brendan Bays. A half hour sales pitch for the book and the other tape was a further half hour sales pitch for the book/seminars. I want to know how it differs from all the other complimentary therapies life reshaping programmes I've read so I'm currently highest bidder for a 2nd hand copy of the book on ebay. Chap managed to be so late setting off to come round to watch Dragnet (from 1987 and oh boy can you tell, I wouldn't have watched it all on my own, I think I did see it back then and liked it though) I ended up having to get him. I swear I have found someone who has the faff factor of my mother and my grandfather multiplied together.
We then went to see Dodge Ball. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364725/It was fabulous! Of course if you don't like Ben Stiller (in that way that people love/hate Jim Carey I understand) you would probably hate it but I found it hysterical - Take a ridiculous idea (no not the bit about someone having a keep-fit business that continued to work despite no bills being paid for 30 years and suddenly they need $50,000 to not go under in 28 days) that There could be a $50,000 price for a dodge ball competition. Take a bunch of loosers who need said $50,000, and a '80s throwback keep fit boss who wants to destroy them. Shake it all up and see what you get. Mr Stiller really does play the part of an escape from "Perfect" (I think that's what it was, John Travolta and the woman who everyone thinks is so beautiful but I think looks like a man from that and Wanda) rather too well. I guess he's getting used to doing it now.
Evening out for RRs birthday - Milos (pilo pooh) 1st - I have concluded that the trendy bars in the CornExchange end of town play their music just too loud to be able to hold a conversation easily because most of the clientele are not interesting enough to want to hold a conversation with. Unfortunately for me listening to music is not what Iola's do in company - they want to dance or talk (live music would be different of course). Some place beginning with E under the Corn Exchange was the next port of call. This time it really was dance volume but it was only 10pm, there were possibly half a doz people over 25 other than ourselves, and very few over 18, especially of the female persuasion. It was music I'd dance or exercise to but not chose to listen to but RR seemed very happy. SL organised the event and SL doesn't like the Think Tank so SL ensured we didn't go there. We went to Sandinstas at the other end of town, a pub open till 2 which played the same music as the Think Tank. Big plus - got to meet Dr Phil again, she who introduced me to blogs (see linkie to Kittenspajamas). She has changed her hair and I failed to recognise her ('cause she's a real person not with the head of a cat like on her blog) but that was rectified rapidly. No shock SL turned on the charm and made a hasty exit when he realised her husband was sat nearby.
SL came out with some classics - apparently reading someone's blog is a form of stalking. Someone's blog is only an opinion and therefore is less valid than having a discussion with them. Buying a book recommended on someone's blog is ridiculous, its' better to have a personal recommendation. I refrained from asking what element of people's conversation stops it being opinion, if he has never read a book review and bought a book on the basis of it and if he has never followed a newspaper columnist (which is pretty much like a blog to me). Probably because I know the answers to all these.
Sunday was a swim, a shop, "quality time" with chap, a walk, and a visit to EL (or is that ER, can't remember which surname she uses). She's having a cracking relationship breakdown - he's not the one but he's better than no one seems to me to be a good summary. Child 1 is being very horrible testing boundaries and displaying the same capacity for seeing the downside of life that his mother lives with. She would love to save him from himself but doesn't believe she can. She's probably right, she can only try to encourage him to develop the awareness and tools to deal with it. Parenting - it's a great thing to observe.
Monday was the destruction of the biggest ironing pile for one person since the beginning of time. Since when did I have all this stuff? Also the watching of "The journey" by Brendan Bays. A half hour sales pitch for the book and the other tape was a further half hour sales pitch for the book/seminars. I want to know how it differs from all the other complimentary therapies life reshaping programmes I've read so I'm currently highest bidder for a 2nd hand copy of the book on ebay. Chap managed to be so late setting off to come round to watch Dragnet (from 1987 and oh boy can you tell, I wouldn't have watched it all on my own, I think I did see it back then and liked it though) I ended up having to get him. I swear I have found someone who has the faff factor of my mother and my grandfather multiplied together.
We then went to see Dodge Ball. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364725/It was fabulous! Of course if you don't like Ben Stiller (in that way that people love/hate Jim Carey I understand) you would probably hate it but I found it hysterical - Take a ridiculous idea (no not the bit about someone having a keep-fit business that continued to work despite no bills being paid for 30 years and suddenly they need $50,000 to not go under in 28 days) that There could be a $50,000 price for a dodge ball competition. Take a bunch of loosers who need said $50,000, and a '80s throwback keep fit boss who wants to destroy them. Shake it all up and see what you get. Mr Stiller really does play the part of an escape from "Perfect" (I think that's what it was, John Travolta and the woman who everyone thinks is so beautiful but I think looks like a man from that and Wanda) rather too well. I guess he's getting used to doing it now.
// posted by Bitvacuous @ 6:44 pm 
