Today's saddest technology news. Well, at least if you, like me, remember Netscape fondly from your first fumbling attempts at trying to figure out how the interweb worked. The first three or four years I only had access from campus, and the university had installed Netscape on the network, so we had no choice. Those were the days when everyone seemed to use Altavista for searching (today the Leader of the Pack is so integrated in our collective web unconscious that it's not called "searching" anymore, just "googling") and Hotmail for their email needs. Then we all got Yahoo! email addresses and Geocities home pages and chatted exclusively via ICQ (wow, I just tested logging into ICQ, and I actually remembered my number and password after seven years' absence.)

I never thought I would ever reach a point where I would be nostalgic about the Internet. Wow, how time flies.

Labels: personal, technology

It's February the 29th today, people, in case you hadn't noticed. Apparently, this is the one day every four years that women can propose. WHAT??? What's wrong with you? Woman on telly this morning: "I just wish it would be allowed more often." It is! There are NO LAWS telling you to wait until the guy proposes! Besides, what would lesbian couples do? Sheesh!!!

Two whole months until the release of GTA IV. It's going to be brilliant, I know.

In the news yesterday they reported about (Prince Harry having been in Afghanistan for the past 10 weeks, but also about) Marks and Sparks finally deciding there should be a fee on plastic bags. This is something which still baffles me. We've been used to paying for our plastic bags in Norway for what, ten years or so? I was surprised that there were still industrialised countries who would throw plastic bags at you left and right wherever you went. Many shops over here don't even ask you if you want one of their bags. I usually wear a backpack and have plenty of room in there. I go grocery shopping armed with the same backpack and a couple of extra plastic bags. They're reusable, you see. It's like we still don't know anything about saving the environment.

Since my Whose Line DVD didn't arrive on Wednesday (typical, since it was my last day off for a week), I had to wait until last night to start watching it. Oh my. I am impressed at whomever greenlit that project for a proper run, after having seen the pilot. OK, so I'm thinking back to 1988 and I remember it as being...hmm...not very exciting telly-wise, so they could possibly get away with it, but still... And then the show ran for 18 years! Amazingly visionary or stupid luck for the executives. :-) How could they have known it would turn out so well?

Really enjoyed seeing John Sessions again; he has such a quick mind and vast knowledge it's a real treat watching him improvise. I saw him on Question Time the other week as well, and of course he has been on Q.I. many (but not too many) times.

I'll have to wait until I get to the second series of Whose Line for a young (uhmm...30-year-old, my age, that is) Greg Proops to pop up. Which reminds me, CH4 showed the episode of Just Shoot Me where he plays Turtleneck Guy yesterday. Not surprisingly, his part consisted of about three lines and 10 seconds on the screen, and I've taped the show daily for four weeks just for that? LOL! Sucker! (It was of course worth it. Unfortunately, it means I've started watching that show again. It's not as funny the second time around.)

I may have to get back to work. I'm on my lunch break, but they're filming here again. For some reason there seems to be a TV crew from somewhere in the world present in this rather boring room every other week, and I have to date never seen any of their reports shown on telly. It looks a bit strange that I'm just sitting here writing on my blog and listening to music, though. Darn.

Labels: comedy, current affairs, gaming, greg proops, Norway, TV, work

This explains why my bookcase was suddenly moving about last night. I had just turned off my computer and was removing the power cords for my external hard drives (always cut the power to things you don't need--think globally, act locally), when I heard this slightly weird sound followed by an even weirder one. Now, we live in a tall building which shakes when heavy trains and wind move about. As per usual, there were lots of wind yesterday and the Stratford Olympics freight trains had started cho-chooing along below us, and at first I thought it was the wind opening my flatmate's bedroom door (which it does from time to time as her window is usually open), but that could not account for the weird sound emanating from the area around my bookcase. That sound turned out to be the theatre programmes I have lying on top of the shelf, repeatedly pushing and scratching against the wall behind. I thought that was peculiar and immediately pictured the whole thing falling down on me while I was asleep. Luckily, since it turned out to be the earthquake, it's not very likely to ever fall down.

So that was my exciting night. Today I am going to spend the day waiting for a parcel from Amazon (Whose Line UK, series 1 and 2, yay) and then contemplating (i.e. making excuses for not) going to the store. First, though, I have to grapple the washing-up.

Labels: comedy, personal, TV

What the title says. Check it out.

Labels: film, lists

Why I am having such a hard time understanding America: A new study says 84% of all Americans have a faith or at least are affiliated with a religious community. The last study made in Europe shows that 10% of Norwegians claim to be religious. (Of course, 89% of Norwegians are affiliated with a church, but that seems to be mainly laziness as most are automatically members of the Lutheran state church through baptism at the age of a few months.)

But why do these so-called religious people have to be so darn hypocritical all the time? If you follow a faith there is a certain doctrine you are supposed to follow as well. You can't just pick and choose the things you like best.

And why do I always get so worked up about this? Well, I would guess it has to do with the fact that we all have religion thrust upon us wherever we go, whether we like it or not, as people unfortunately mix religion with politics. This is very frustrating.

Argh. Oh, well. Back to the laundry.

Labels: current affairs

The US used to be a country where the individual's rights were top priority, but not anymore. *goes back to a healthy dose of Grand Theft Auto to celebrate*

Labels: current affairs, gaming

I am very apprehensive about the news about EA trying to take over Take-Two. After all, do we really want EA to become bigger? And we know they'll just churn out expansion pack after expansion pack for every game they release...and if they get control over the Grand Theft Auto franchise, I believe we've seen the last excellent game in that series.

Labels: gaming

Now, as I am eagerly awaiting the release of Grand Theft Auto IV in late April (touch wood), I am keeping up-to-date with the progress on a daily basis over on Gamespot and I have to say this movie was the best. I would HIGHLY recommend it for everyone, even those not even remotely interested in gaming, as it actually is a tale of Irish-themed pubs. Laughing out loud when I watched it.

Finished reading The King of Torts by John Grisham today. Must admit I was starting to get a bit bored about 2/3 into the book, and during the last few chapters I actually more or less just skimmed. Looking forward to starting a completely new book now.

Finally got episode 510 of Whose Line (US) today. It's been deleted no less than three times from my PVR because I always thought I had it already. I sort of did, but it was on my flatmate's PVR, so that didn't really count. I even managed to delete it again yesterday (DUH!), but tonight I got a firm grip on the remote and steered my fingers away from the delete button. Phew. So now I can see the wonderful Biker Gang sketch over and over and over again. Not that I would want to, but at least now I have the opportunity to do so, should I go temporarily insane in the middle of the night. And insane I would have to be, if I wanted to keep looking at that funky looking pompadour of Greg Proops's. Man! (Loosely connected with the Bergenese "gå, mann!")

Labels: comedy, gaming, greg proops, humour, linguistics, literature, time wasting, TV

From Whose Line (US), Brad Sherwood: Gringles - once you gog, you can't stog! (Of course, it makes more sense if you are told that they were to replace every letter P with the letter G)

Labels: comedy, time wasting, TV

You're going to love this, then:

Ronald McDonald on LSD (more or less)
I never knew Dame Julie could be scary

By the by, if you have been living under a rock, like me (although I once dreamt I lived ON a rock, with my cougar), you should watch this video.

Labels: film, humour, time wasting

In the 80s the US was practically untouchable when it came to doing comedy about its politics, living standards, people etc. During the 90s a few people started doing just that, and were considered to be rebels (some of them probably ended up on some FBI list because of this). These days it's almost mandatory to poke fun at the US and Americans in general. It's considered mainstream and many of us have surfed that wave for a while now, too much of a coward to have tried it before, when it was still politically incorrect.

So I'm thinking in order to be a rebel now and be considered a visionary in a decade's time, one has to find some untouchable subject to make jokes about. My suggestion is Sudan. We have to start making jokes about the people living dying there, people on the run, the ridiculous reasons for them being on the run in the first place, the lovely and corrupt political system, the fact that the rest of us can't be bothered to help them because we're too busy contemplating our navels etc. etc.

Let's sharpen those pencils and get cracking, people!

Labels: comedy, time wasting

But is it art? Uhmm...but is it supposed to be hilarious?

Tommy Seebach plays Apache (Denmark)
Jozin z basin (Poland)

Labels: humour, music, time wasting

I am not that interested in the Oscars anymore, I've noticed. I used to be, but that was when I could watch the ceremony live on telly. These days it takes me up to a week to have access to the show, and that is simply too long to stay away from all news sites and programmes (so as not to have the winners revealed to me prior to actually seeing the programme.) Basically, good luck to them, but they'll have to cope without me staying up all night to cheer them on. Besides, I'm getting too old for that.

However, I tend to follow the different awards ceremonies in the world of theatre, and I can gleefully report that Hairspray broke all records yesterday when they scooped seven wins in the Theatregoers' Choice Awards. I am so happy I am (touch wood) going to see it once more before Michael Ball leaves the show.

In other news, I received a cassette in the post yesterday. As in a "this has to be rewound to be played again and you cannot skip between tracks" kind of plastic thingie with the possibility of being chewed to pieces by a malfunctioning player. I never used to worry about that when all I had were cassettes, but these days, where everything has to be digitally stored on your computer, with backups on servers in three different countries and on a Taiyo Yuden DVD in a fire- and water-proof bank vault somewhere in the mountains for you to feel reasonably safe that you will be able to keep and listen to your music for years to come, my first thought when unpacking the audio book (Greg Proops, of course--I always desperately buy their back catalogue within the first two months of obsession whenever I discover someone new--just indulge me) was "OMG, be careful not to knock it about and for God's sake find a cable immediately so that you can transfer the tracks to your computer before a combination of air, sunshine and possibly acid eats the medium."

Slightly over-the-top, wouldn't you say?

Labels: award shows, film, greg proops, musicals, technology, theatre

I have had some real vocabulary treats these past 24 hours, I must say.

First, we entered into a discussion about "bi-weekly" yesterday at work, and decided to settle the matter once and for all. Would it turn out to mean "twice a week" or "every second week"? Oxford helped a great deal, with their definition of "bi-": Occurring twice in every one or once in every two.

Then I received volume eight of Just a Minute, the BBC radio series in the post (naturally acquired because Greg Proops appeared in one of the episodes), and was having great fun listening through their linguistic escapades. I even enjoyed listening to Paul Merton voluntarily. Wow.

And today I received an email in my frequently-spammed catch-all Yahoo! inbox which subject line really intrigued me: Fatty has her meat flaps wrap around a big rod. It's amazing how beautiful smut can be.

I feel enlightened.

Labels: greg proops, linguistics, radio, time wasting

Good news for musical fans.

Labels: music, musicals, radio, theatre

That's the spirit.

In other news, my flatmate is in the process of trying to figure out a proper stage name. It's going to last her whole career and is due to be handed in to Equity in about a month's time. We are working overtime. I am working overtime trying to come up with feasible solutions, and she is working overtime rejecting them all. :D

Labels: humour, technology, time wasting

Apparently I was right in choosing the Blu-Ray format, as Toshiba today unsurprisingly announced they're scrapping HD DVD. Phew. This means we can all concentrate on maximising the Blu-Ray technology and updating our DVD collections to the new format, just in time for the next generation format switch. Grr.

Extremely happy about Five US showing the (in my mind) infamous episode 8021 of Whose Line (US) with the Spineless Man superhero yesterday. Le Proops sigh. All in all a VERY likable episode.

I received two film boxsets in the post yesterday--one with Peter Sellers, but not the usual films you would see in such a set (since I already have most of those, ahem), more like the earlier films. The other was a set of five Fritz Lang films and that was real value for money! They were all more or less special editions, with lots of special features and booklets etc. Much more than I had anticipated! Unfortunately I am rather anal and wanted to watch them in chronological order, meaning I would have had to start with the 4 1/2-hour-long Dr. Mabuse - The Gambler, so that never materialised and I went back to playing Civilization IV (badly, I might add.) Oh, well. There's always next...year.

Labels: comedy, film, gaming, greg proops, technology, TV

The only time I won a game of snooker was when I momentarily forgot I had to hit the white ball first and everyone else involved were looking away. I was at a horrible date which was going to be even more embarrassing throughout the evening. Sometimes I just wish my memory was a bit more selective. It appears, however, that my mind is out to get me somehow, as the random memories that pop up in my head usually depict cringing moments in my past.

And I blush easily.

Received Flight of the Conchords (the radio series) in the post this weekend and managed to listen through it yesterday. Glee. Quite a lot more of Greg Proops (and Neil Finn) in it than I had anticipated (usually you see his name on the list of credits, and when you watch or listen to the show you'll spot him for exactly three and a half seconds.) Of course, I'm glad I have a tendency to like more obscure performers--that way it becomes so much cheaper to keep up-to-date with all their releases and newspaper blurbs than if I were a fan of let's say Brad Pitt.

Also watched the three first episodes of Alias this weekend, plus tried to watch The Last Enemy or whatever it was called, but I had flashbacks from The State Within all through the first twenty minutes and thought I couldn't go through yet another series where I would be thinking "what the hell is going on here?" until the very last episode, so turned it off and spent my time elsewhere. Which yesterday was in front of my monitor, playing Civilization IV on "Marathon". I haven't been playing games for ages, so that was a nice change. Speaking of which...

Labels: gaming, greg proops, jason isaacs, music, personal, TV

...that a lot of people are against gun control in the US, considering all the evidence is pretty much against them.

Also amazing that a post which mentions Kevin Spacey once gets a lot more hits than most other posts I create. OK, that's just pretty sad, really.

Listening through a bunch of old favourites from the 80s, starting with the following:

Wax - Building a Bridge to Your Heart
Boy Meets Girl - Waiting for a Star to Fall
Avalanche - Johnny Johnny Come Home
El deBarge - Who's Johnny? (only fitting)
.38 Special - Caught up in You and Back to Paradise
Bill Lovelady - One More Reggae for the Road
Numero Uno - Tora Tora
Mathew Wilder - Break My Stride
Die Toten Hosen - Spiel mir das Lied vom Tod

Yay.

And "new" episodes of Whose Line today. Which means we're coming closer to an episode with Greg Proops I've been looking forward to since this video was introduced on YouTube (a video which also upped my stats on last.fm when it comes to Girls Aloud) - one episode away from The Spineless Superhero, in fact. Yum.

OK, I'm pathetic. Just wait till you hear about my Weekend Project...tomorrow. Possibly.

Labels: current affairs, greg proops, music, personal, time wasting

New episodes of Whose Line today, one of them with Greg Proops. I was so chuffed I almost made a crazy dance in my room, but then I remembered I am supposed to be a grown-up.

So...who did they think they were fooling with those old episodes, pretending they were from 2005/2006? There is no doubt that they stopped filming the series back in 2003, perhaps 2004. We have eyes and they are actually connected to our minds, which can do logic. You see, people tend to change their looks over the years. Some people lose their hair, some get more wrinkles, others change their glasses. The episodes shown in 2005/2006 seem to be from the filming of the first series, actually. Especially considering they're mostly wearing the same clothes as on the first series DVDs. Tsk, tsk.

ANYWAY. Just watched the first episode of The Big Bang Theory and I wasn't laughing out loud more than once, but the Barenaked Ladies did the title song, so think I'll give it a few more weeks.

Oh, and people are starting to follow my lead and are now boycotting the Beijing Olympics. Good!

Labels: comedy, current affairs, greg proops, music, TV

Went to see Speed-the-Plow (Mamet) yesterday and had a good time. The theatre, Old Vic, is quite possibly the worst laid out venue I have ever been to. It certainly didn't help that they had put a bar in the actual lobby. The place was packed and it was a nightmare trying to move from one end to the other.

The auditorium itself looked very nice, but the seats were too linear behind each other, so when we were sat in row U, this meant we didn't really see a lot, all depending on how much the people in front of us would wriggle about. I personally think that they should include more than just the last couple of rows in the lower ticket price band, because it's not worth it. However, I have to admit it is worth the price considering you get to see two of the best-known actors in the world in front of you for ninety minutes.

I've never been a fan of Jeff Goldblum's and honestly thought he wouldn't be as good as he was, because he always seems too laid-back and thus unprofessional when it comes to the stage. He turned out to be very entertaining to watch, though. Only wish I could have sat a bit closer, so that I, as a near-sighted person, could see his facial expressions up close. If he had any. I would assume he had at least one.

Kevin Spacey was the real reason for my going to see the play, though (having seen a Norwegian version of it in 2001 (I believe it was)). It didn't really hit me until three-fourths into the play that I was very fortunate to be allowed to see one of the true masters at work just a few metres ahead of me, so I sat up straight and squinted a little to get a proper look (it didn't work, and they all just became much more blurry; too late in the evening for my eyes to be bothered, really.)

Oh yeah, and Laura Michelle Kelly was there. She had this long monologue which impressed us quite a lot, and after the performance my flatmate and I agreed that it would make for an excellent monologue for any audition she would go to in the future.

By the way, the theatre is really close to Waterloo station. Just make sure you take the right exit and DON'T go down all the way to the South Bank to find the sign for "Old & Young Vic" which you know you saw down there on one of your random walks in the area a couple of years ago, because then you'll end up talking a much longer walk to find the theatre. Still, we did find a quaint, little shop where they make their own sweets.

In other news, Blogger/Google seem to have introduced the possibility of signing in with your OpenID when you leave comments, so now users of other blog/journal sites may use their logins there to leave me a nice/horrible message. Or they can just do what they usually do. Cry.

Labels: film, technology, theatre

Spore release date announced - although I am realistic and would assume the date would still change a few times. Plus, it's Electronic Arts ("EA Games - Challenge everything" / "EA Sports - It's in the game",) which means anything may happen from now until September...like, they may scrap the whole project, after a four-year-long-wait for some people.

Going to the theatre again tonight. Looking forward to it, and will report my views ASAP. Probably after the performance at some point.

Labels: gaming, theatre

I had to go to Hertfordshire to work today. It's luckily not a rural village, but it's not exactly a great hotspot, either. They have a nice city centre here with lots of shops in one place, but other than that there is fuck all. Well, apart from lots of houses and motorways. Nice.

Today's Wulff made me laugh, though, so there is light at the end of the tunnel.

I guess I'll have to comment upon the BAFTAs on Sunday. By now you should all have read the news elsewhere, so I'm not spoiling it for you. My comments are the following: I am SO glad they actually spread the awards a little across the whole board, meaning not one singular film got all the biggest ones. I'm also very happy about Juno winning the Best Screenplay award, because it was very well-written. Oh, and Javier Bardém seemed to be great fun. Strangely enough, so did Tilda Swinton, whom I have always disliked for no particular reason other than that she creeped me out in Orlando years ago. And hey, Jason Isaacs handed out a few awards.

Last night was spent eating, watching Life in Cold Blood (I am so happy I live in a country where nature programmes are still considered to be prime time telly on the biggest channel), rehearsing lines with my flatmate and, due to no new episodes having been shown for quite some time and I was rapidly falling into a Greg Proops withdrawal-induced coma, watching a few old episodes of Whose Line is it Anyway? - old for me, the flatmate hadn't seen them before.

And this morning I got up really early to go to this place and realised it had not only been forsaken by God, but also by my co-workers, who started turning up 30 minutes after me. Argh. Could have slept a bit longer.

Labels: comedy, film, greg proops, humour, jason isaacs, personal, TV, work

So the 14000th song I scrobble on last.fm is Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse with of Montreal, one of my new-found favourite songs.

And who would have though Manchester City would beat Manchester United? Good on ya!

Labels: music, sport

Wow, that sounds harsh. But it was in my email inbox this morning, so I'm sure it's a hot topic and an increasing problem around the world, on par with all those guys and dolls apparently lacking in the penis size department. If I'd replied to all of those through the years, I am sure I...uhmm...STILL wouldn't have grown a penis by now, actually. But, of course, anything to satisfy those needy but sarcastic "the size doesn't matter" girls these people obviously keep meeting everywhere they go on their flashing escapades.

OMG.

Yesterday I voluntarily sat down to watch both Anne Robinson, Harry Hill and Paul Merton. Something has gone horribly wrong somewhere. OK, so the Mrs. Robinson thing was Outtake TV, which is semi-funny, and Harry Hill's TV Burp is actually rather humourous (but would have been so much better without that frighteningly annoying git), and Thank God You're Here isn't half bad. Still! I feel I'm starting to emulate my Saturday evenings back in Norway, when I actually sat down to watch the Saturday entertainment on the state channel every bloody week...and liked it.

I found my old websites yesterday, put away somewhere on my hard drive. There was some funny shit in there I am going to share with you (I am fond of recycling all sorts of things), but most of the best bits were in Norwegian, so if you don't know the language...well, you'd better start learning it quite quickly!

Earlier today I read the letters to the editor in The Stage from last Thursday and must say I agree with MJ Daniels, who says about La cage aux folles that "to write off all the performances that have gone before the official opening/press night is an insult to all the performers who have worked so hard"--especially considering it took six weeks of performances before the actual press night and of the three performances I have been to, the best ones were prior to that night. Kudos to the cast and crew for even keeping the production going, after all the misfortune it suffered in the beginning few months!

Labels: comedy, computers, humour, musicals, Norway, personal, philip quast, theatre, time wasting, TV

I was looking forward to seeing Douglas Hodge as Albin in La cage aux folles yesterday, but unfortunately I wasn't very impressed. He was funny enough, but I...uhmm...didn't find him to be convincing. First impression: Too nasal. I warmed towards him throughout the first act, but then at the end of the second I was almost back to scratch. The reason? Well, I am comparing with Spencer Stafford (who, luckily, was on stage as one of the fabulous Cagelles yesterday, and I spent more time staring at him than at anyone else there, it feels), and I personally feel that they (as in Philip Quast and he) had a much better rapport. Also, they were a much more loving couple than the current Albin and Georges, who are more acerbic and right-out bitchy towards each other. Hodge had his moments, of course; some scenes were terrific, but then others were just...not quite what I was after.

Of course, I have no say in this. Why would and should I?

Stayed a bit after the show to gather autographs (I didn't gather any, one of my partners in crime did, and we didn't mind waiting with her as "moral support"...or just to take in the lovely sight and sound of Philip Quast again.) This was after we'd made a three-person standing ovation at the end of show. The others in the audience were just too lazy and ungrateful to stand up.

In other news, they have postponed the heavily overdue (by about a decade) release of the UK version of Whose Line is it Anyway? (the two first series) here in Great Britain, which annoyed me at first, but then I realised this means it will arrive in the post at around my 30th birthday, when I believe I will be in dire need of a proper pick-me-up.

Saw Juno earlier, and must say it was actually very good! It did not feature the stereotypical dysfunctional families of the usual Hollywood films about teenagers, which was a breath of fresh air. I throughly enjoyed it. It also made me want to sit down and watch Arrested Development again, since both Michael Cera and Jason Bateman were in it. I bought the third series the other week, without having worked through the second one yet (but I know it was worth it, because that series was brilliant.)

I am going to end this post with a story about a yucky guy I met in the lift the other day. Some people are just too desperate and have no concept of EQ. So I was in the lift, carrying two bin liners, and this quite sleazy-looking man entered from the third floor. Picture this scene, which took literally just three floors:

Man: (horrible accent, difficult to understand) "Where are you from?"
Me: (too perplexed to lie) "Uhmm...I'm Norwegian."
Man: (something unintelligible)
Me: (smiling awkwardly, not knowing what the hell he was asking) "Y-yes."
Man: "Nooo, you can't be married!"
Me: (EXCUSE ME???) "Uhmm...yeah." (help!)
Man: (as the lift stops on the ground floor) "What's your name?"

At which point the doors, thanks be to the gods, opened up and I said "sorry" and pushed my way out of there (I usually wait for the others to exit the lift). Thankfully he did not follow me and he does not know on which floor I live. So, tell me, WHY ON EARTH do I seem to attract these weird, marriage-seeking slimes? EWW!!!

Labels: comedy, film, greg proops, musicals, personal, philip quast, theatre, TV

All hail the almighty DCI Gene Hunt. Or whatever. Ashes to Ashes looks set to be as good as Life on Mars. We'll see.

So Tuesday was both Pancake Day and Super Tuesday and I must admit I ended up spending more time with the pancakes than the politics. That was sort of because the whole Super Tuesday thing peaked just around my deepest sleep, and the next day I was kind of busy at work. I have caught up later, though, and hear Mitt Romney has pulled out of the race. Seriously, guys, if McCain is the only candidate left come summer, and you're not sure about his politics, at least consider this: Can you really stand listening to that voice for four years?

Watched No Country for Old Men, which was good, although slightly tedious towards the end. Perhaps I had drunk too much sugared coffee. The actors were good, though.

Then yesterday I read John Grisham's The Summons, which unfortunately wasn't as exciting as other Grisham books. I hope they won't waste their time making a film out of it (uhmm, they haven't, have they?) I'm still disappointed about the film version of The Runaway Jury. Even having favourite Dustin Hoffman and semi-favourite John Cusack in it didn't save that film, I think.

Guess I'm going to tag along to the theatre tonight; third time I'm going to see La cage aux folles. It's been six weeks since last time, and I am looking forward to finally seeing Douglas Hodge in the lead, opposite Philip Quast.

First, though, I'm going to read a bit more of The King of Torts (also Grisham.)

By the way, by Monday Greg Proops will have become my most listened to artist on Last.fm, beating even Erasure. I'm not sure if I should be proud or embarrassed or really, really scared.

Labels: current affairs, dustin hoffman, film, greg proops, literature, music, musicals, philip quast, TV

Mike Bender writes to the drunk guy he met in the toilet queue.

Oh, and I'm nearly finished with watching The Great Escape for the umpteenth time. I'm sort of watching it in parts because it's so darn long and I, quite frankly, have other things to do. Like, eat.

And watch David Attenborough's new (and last) series. Someone give that man a prize! Oh, wait, they already did that, many times over. How about creating a new Nobel prize? Hmm...worth a thought.

Labels: comedy, film, james garner, time wasting, TV

Since the introduction of a DAB radio into my office stroke bedroom stroke entertainment den, I have started recording and listening to a lot of great shows on my favourite radio channels; Radio 2, Radio 4, Radio 6Music and Radio 7 (I also listen to and love Capital Radio, but there's no point in recording their programmes, as they have their three-track playlist on shuffle and repeat no matter which programme you're listening to.) This means I have discovered I'm Sorry, I'll Read That Again, The News Quiz, Just a Minute and of course the original radio version of Whose Line is it Anyway.

I also just discovered that if you type in "Fucking City-Link", you may end up here. I am so proud. In fact, I am so proud I'll go and watch Thank God You're Here--I read somewhere that Phil Nichol may be a guest this week as well, which is good, since he was a life-saver the last time.

Labels: comedy, radio

Body Art. If these were medically sound to apply, they would have been so cool to have.

Body of Work. Today has been a rather slow day at work, but I came armed with music and The Guardian (which really offers great value for its weekend price of one pound fifty; two magazines in addition to the already packed newspaper, plus the DVD The Battleship Potemkin), and during my lunch hour I listened to The Lawrence Sweeney Mix on the BBC's iPlayer (because I had missed the original transmission on Tuesday and this seems to be one of the very few programmes they don't repeat, for some reason.)

Body Waste, Wasted Bodies. How about those fucked-up militants in Iraq using women with Downs Syndrome as suicide bombers, eh? It's not a matter of "what will the world come to" anymore--we're already knee-deep in that shite.

*very, very angry*

Labels: comedy, current affairs, film, personal, radio