The most heartbreaking scene in a childhood movie has to be:
So sad.
I got the dvd for christmas, before that I only ever had it on one of those blank taped off the TV VHS tapes. So I hadn't seen it in years. I also had never seen the beginning because it was missing off the tape.
Amazing.
So sad.
Amazing.
I used to put necklaces on my head and pretend I was the empress. I was also in love with Atreyu, and I was always really skeptical about Bastian's hair cut. And still I have no idea what name he chooses. Annnnndjakskajsdkaaaaaaakjeririuiruiaahhhhhhhhhhh.
As portrayed beautifully by Seth Green and his stop motion:
Friday, 26 December 2008
Work California
I just saw this ad on STV after a bout of the ol' mary poppins.
Amazing. Step In Time... and as Dean said Dick Van Dyke before he got his PhD and his murder solving abilities. We hail you Dick Van Dyke we hail you.
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Saturday, 20 December 2008
I <3 Numbers
When I worked full time with Rufio back in the day my favourite part of being the monkey was to look at the stats of all the people that had looked at our sites, and where they had come from.
Today, while in Iceland, I was thinking that if I worked there I would try to count how many items i put through a day – numbers interest me.
So you have to excuse me when I tell you and show you my phone bill for the month of december.
I like seeing how many messages I sent to people.
To make life easier I went through and lised, by name, the people.
As we can see there is a clear winner. Jon, Toni, Mary, Kate. I think it goes.
Oddly enough, Kate is always at the top of my itemised bill.
Needless to say my bill was higher this month than it has been. But not at its highest. The £111 shocker of last november still gets me every time.
Today, while in Iceland, I was thinking that if I worked there I would try to count how many items i put through a day – numbers interest me.
So you have to excuse me when I tell you and show you my phone bill for the month of december.
I like seeing how many messages I sent to people.
To make life easier I went through and lised, by name, the people.
As we can see there is a clear winner. Jon, Toni, Mary, Kate. I think it goes.
Oddly enough, Kate is always at the top of my itemised bill.
Needless to say my bill was higher this month than it has been. But not at its highest. The £111 shocker of last november still gets me every time.
Thursday, 18 December 2008
mono
My good ol' soul mate Dris Chaines quoted something at me the other day.
I'm still not 100% sure what he meant by it, why he said it, if he was just sharing it or whether he was making it relevant to me, but I took it as my own.
It's from wayne's world.
I wonder if they have it on YouTube... let's have Mike Myres say it for me.
couldn't find it, and then I went to upload it from my own dvd, to find that someone has been pilfering my dvds...hmmmmm. Can't find it.
So I will just verablly, textually write it.
'[I] thought I had mono once for an entire year. Turned out I was just really bored.'
And that... sums up twelve months of my life.
Amen.
I'm still not 100% sure what he meant by it, why he said it, if he was just sharing it or whether he was making it relevant to me, but I took it as my own.
It's from wayne's world.
I wonder if they have it on YouTube... let's have Mike Myres say it for me.
couldn't find it, and then I went to upload it from my own dvd, to find that someone has been pilfering my dvds...hmmmmm. Can't find it.
So I will just verablly, textually write it.
'[I] thought I had mono once for an entire year. Turned out I was just really bored.'
And that... sums up twelve months of my life.
Amen.
Monday, 15 December 2008
It's Been A While But...
...... but...
This week has been brought to you by:
The Letters:
S L E E and P
The words:
Choke
Burn
After
Reading
I
deleted
my
TV
files
off
my
hard
drive
Zero
threw
up
and
I
had
kitty
stomache
juice
on
my
hand
Hot
Chocolate
Dundee
Hit
by
a
4x4
sprayed
by
a
lorry
beef
My
sanity
was
maintained
by
iChat
and the number:
30-D-E-C-E-M-B-E-R-I-G-O-B-A-C-K-T-O-S-A-L-T-L-A-K-E-P-A-S-S-P-O-R-T-C-O-N-T-R-O-L-P-E-N-D-I-N-G
This week has been brought to you by:
The Letters:
S L E E and P
The words:
Choke
Burn
After
Reading
I
deleted
my
TV
files
off
my
hard
drive
Zero
threw
up
and
I
had
kitty
stomache
juice
on
my
hand
Hot
Chocolate
Dundee
Hit
by
a
4x4
sprayed
by
a
lorry
beef
My
sanity
was
maintained
by
iChat
and the number:
30-D-E-C-E-M-B-E-R-I-G-O-B-A-C-K-T-O-S-A-L-T-L-A-K-E-P-A-S-S-P-O-R-T-C-O-N-T-R-O-L-P-E-N-D-I-N-G
Thursday, 4 December 2008
14 days.
... I disappeared for pretty much two weeks.
No one really knows where i went. I just kind of vanished.
But I have found myself at home.
With a furry black cat.
With black beed sheets.
With a map on my wall.
I am indeed back in Glasgow.
My flight landed about 22 hours ago, I then spent one of those hours sitting in the airport. 1.5 of those hours getting from Edinburgh to Glasgow and talking to Kate.
11 of those hours asleep.
and 8.5 of those hours attending to random business online, eating soup, openine mail, watching The Hitchhiker's guide to teh galaxy and Josie and the Pussycats.
The last few days in Utah have been a blur.
Thanksgiving was spent with Mike's parents.
Thanksgiving weekend was spent, pretty much with Jon... with a trip to the chuck with Maddy and her Mum and Grandpa inbetween... MEGA. Oh the chuck how i love thee.
I also got to watch amelie on Saturday night, and any day with Amelie is a good day.
The flight back was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of turbulance and at one point I thought we were going to either loose an engine and start/end a paraellel universe or that we would be sucked onto a deserted island that wasn't deserted.
I had a six hour lay over in New York. So I left the airport, (wearing my golden uggs of joy warmth and comfort), got on the air train, got on the A train, went to brooklyn and found annie. I let myself into her building and pushed the floor I suspected she was on. The elevator stopped at the one floor before the one I had pressed and there she was, waiting to get on the lift to go to the 6th floor. It was like a scene from a movie. I kid you not.
We then chatted, sat, I ate quiche that she had made me :) and we drank some tea and then I headed back to the airport. There are no pictures because I was so tired and so drugged up that I was using all my abilities to function and the thought of picture taking hadn't even crossed my mind.
I need to show you pictures of the golden uggs. or Fuggs as they should be called. They're also too small for me, so I might sell them, or not. i can't decide. They're only too small when I walk and my foot moves forward. If I stand still they're fine haha.
So jet lagged is me... it's 7:30am. It's pitch black outside, it's cold. It's miserable, it's a scottish winter.
Lame.
No one really knows where i went. I just kind of vanished.
But I have found myself at home.
With a furry black cat.
With black beed sheets.
With a map on my wall.
I am indeed back in Glasgow.
My flight landed about 22 hours ago, I then spent one of those hours sitting in the airport. 1.5 of those hours getting from Edinburgh to Glasgow and talking to Kate.
11 of those hours asleep.
and 8.5 of those hours attending to random business online, eating soup, openine mail, watching The Hitchhiker's guide to teh galaxy and Josie and the Pussycats.
The last few days in Utah have been a blur.
Thanksgiving was spent with Mike's parents.
Thanksgiving weekend was spent, pretty much with Jon... with a trip to the chuck with Maddy and her Mum and Grandpa inbetween... MEGA. Oh the chuck how i love thee.
I also got to watch amelie on Saturday night, and any day with Amelie is a good day.
The flight back was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of turbulance and at one point I thought we were going to either loose an engine and start/end a paraellel universe or that we would be sucked onto a deserted island that wasn't deserted.
I had a six hour lay over in New York. So I left the airport, (wearing my golden uggs of joy warmth and comfort), got on the air train, got on the A train, went to brooklyn and found annie. I let myself into her building and pushed the floor I suspected she was on. The elevator stopped at the one floor before the one I had pressed and there she was, waiting to get on the lift to go to the 6th floor. It was like a scene from a movie. I kid you not.
We then chatted, sat, I ate quiche that she had made me :) and we drank some tea and then I headed back to the airport. There are no pictures because I was so tired and so drugged up that I was using all my abilities to function and the thought of picture taking hadn't even crossed my mind.
I need to show you pictures of the golden uggs. or Fuggs as they should be called. They're also too small for me, so I might sell them, or not. i can't decide. They're only too small when I walk and my foot moves forward. If I stand still they're fine haha.
So jet lagged is me... it's 7:30am. It's pitch black outside, it's cold. It's miserable, it's a scottish winter.
Lame.
14 days.
... I disappeared for pretty much two weeks.
No one really knows where i went. I just kind of vanished.
But I have found myself at home.
With a furry black cat.
With black beed sheets.
With a map on my wall.
I am indeed back in Glasgow.
My flight landed about 22 hours ago, I then spent one of those hours sitting in the airport. 1.5 of those hours getting from Edinburgh to Glasgow and talking to Kate.
11 of those hours asleep.
and 8.5 of those hours attending to random business online, eating soup, openine mail, watching The Hitchhiker's guide to teh galaxy and Josie and the Pussycats.
The last few days in Utah have been a blur.
Thanksgiving was spent with Mike's parents.
Thanksgiving weekend was spent, pretty much with Jon... with a trip to the chuck with Maddy and her Mum and Grandpa inbetween... MEGA. Oh the chuck how i love thee.
I also got to watch amelie on Saturday night, and any day with Amelie is a good day.
The flight back was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of turbulance and at one point I thought we were going to either loose an engine and start/end a paraellel universe or that we would be sucked onto a deserted island that wasn't deserted.
I had a six hour lay over in New York. So I left the airport, (wearing my golden uggs of joy warmth and comfort), got on the air train, got on the A train, went to brooklyn and found annie. I let myself into her building and pushed the floor I suspected she was on. The elevator stopped at the one floor before the one I had pressed and there she was, waiting to get on the lift to go to the 6th floor. It was like a scene from a movie. I kid you not.
We then chatted, sat, I ate quiche that she had made me :) and we drank some tea and then I headed back to the airport. There are no pictures because I was so tired and so drugged up that I was using all my abilities to function and the thought of picture taking hadn't even crossed my mind.
I need to show you pictures of the golden uggs. or Fuggs as they should be called. They're also too small for me, so I might sell them, or not. i can't decide. They're only too small when I walk and my foot moves forward. If I stand still they're fine haha.
So jet lagged is me... it's 7:30am. It's pitch black outside, it's cold. It's miserable, it's a scottish winter.
Lame.
No one really knows where i went. I just kind of vanished.
But I have found myself at home.
With a furry black cat.
With black beed sheets.
With a map on my wall.
I am indeed back in Glasgow.
My flight landed about 22 hours ago, I then spent one of those hours sitting in the airport. 1.5 of those hours getting from Edinburgh to Glasgow and talking to Kate.
11 of those hours asleep.
and 8.5 of those hours attending to random business online, eating soup, openine mail, watching The Hitchhiker's guide to teh galaxy and Josie and the Pussycats.
The last few days in Utah have been a blur.
Thanksgiving was spent with Mike's parents.
Thanksgiving weekend was spent, pretty much with Jon... with a trip to the chuck with Maddy and her Mum and Grandpa inbetween... MEGA. Oh the chuck how i love thee.
I also got to watch amelie on Saturday night, and any day with Amelie is a good day.
The flight back was pretty uneventful. There was a lot of turbulance and at one point I thought we were going to either loose an engine and start/end a paraellel universe or that we would be sucked onto a deserted island that wasn't deserted.
I had a six hour lay over in New York. So I left the airport, (wearing my golden uggs of joy warmth and comfort), got on the air train, got on the A train, went to brooklyn and found annie. I let myself into her building and pushed the floor I suspected she was on. The elevator stopped at the one floor before the one I had pressed and there she was, waiting to get on the lift to go to the 6th floor. It was like a scene from a movie. I kid you not.
We then chatted, sat, I ate quiche that she had made me :) and we drank some tea and then I headed back to the airport. There are no pictures because I was so tired and so drugged up that I was using all my abilities to function and the thought of picture taking hadn't even crossed my mind.
I need to show you pictures of the golden uggs. or Fuggs as they should be called. They're also too small for me, so I might sell them, or not. i can't decide. They're only too small when I walk and my foot moves forward. If I stand still they're fine haha.
So jet lagged is me... it's 7:30am. It's pitch black outside, it's cold. It's miserable, it's a scottish winter.
Lame.
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