Saturday, 15 April 2006
@ 10.45 pm
Saturday Night: Live couch blogging
In which Nic ends every paragraph with brackety bits that perform the function of the annoying overdubbed narration in a movie which aims to make up for the general thinness of the plot and/or lack of acting or directing ability. (Wonder if that approach would've made Episode I good bearable?)
I often find, when I sit down to write what I hope will perhaps one day turn in to some sort of regularly updated blog, that for the most part my life is really not interesting enough to warrant the effort of writing an entry (or reading the resulting entry, as will soon become painfully apparent if it hasn't done so already). A great example is tonight: 10:30 on a Saturday and all I'm doing is sitting at home, having a beer and writing a blog. How is that doing something interesting enough to blog about? (And yet he does! The irony abounds... or does it? To be honest, I'm not really sure. Alternatively, I am sure that someone would probably insert a witty remark about the postmodern nature of blogging about the blog that's currently being blogged about. Either way I'm betting that most people in the room would nod wisely and mutter approval at such an erudite observation, even though there are probably only one or two in the crowd who really do understand, and the explanation they would offer if pressed would reduce to almost zero any amusement that was to be found in the preceding proceedings. Um, yeah.)
On the upside, Ben's selection of illegally procured Lounge music is proving the perfect counterpoint to an evening spent on the couch. (Ha! Get it? You do? Oh.)
In actual fact, there are plenty of things to do and people to see around the place tonight, but I opted to stay in and test the new oil column heater I bought from The Warehouse three weeks ago. It's the first time it's been turned on, which just goes to prove how fantastic the weather's been around here lately. (Fourth paragraph weather reference - I bet you were hanging out for it too...)
Why are you still reading? I've obviously got nothing to say! (Not even in the paragraph ending brackety bit!)
To underline this point: following on from Si's recent post concerning his exciting new coffee tamp procuring antics is the even more exciting news that his old coffee tamp is the perfect size for my own espresso machine's requirements. (And Dave, that is definitely not a euphemism.)
Wayne Newton. Danke Schoen. Halfway through my first beer and I'm still not convinced it's actually a guy singing. (Still reading in hope there's something worthwhile, some little nugget of wisdom or vital piece of information you really need to know, hidden away in the next few paragraphs? Go on then.)
By the way, just in case you thought I was the only lame one, go read Tim's latest blog, also written tonight, but from his desk at work rather than at home on a couch like all the cool kids are doing this year. Interestingly (marginally), the other day I also noticed that National Bank have stopped requiring the sending out the least useful of all mail: bank statements. Considering the number of trees that have no doubt been cut down to support just my own personal bank statement industry, I reckon this is a good move and everyone should partake of the stoppage. (A Møøse once bit my sister ...)
Really, I've got nothing. Oh wait, that's not true, I've got jury duty at the end of May. Will be interesting to see if (a) I get past the initial selection process and then (b) what cases there might be. Nay hints or tips for either getting picked or not? (No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: "The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist", "Fillings of Passion", "The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink".)
Administrative aside: for any of you out there who have a Livejournal account, if you add saint213 to your friends list my entries will start turning up on said list. (Note to Mog and Si: Tim offered me an actual good reason to transfer everything across to WP tonight...)
That's all, nothing more. Time to turn the heater off and go to bed. It works, and it's not like it was a cold night anyway. (The end.)
