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25 February 2009

Gotta Love the Customers 

Lovely. So far today, and I have to warn you as this post contains some very bad language, I have been called these things:

Clown.
Cocksucker.
Amateur.
Fucked-out cunt bastard.
Bureaucrat.
Cunt (times 15 or so).
Slow.
Slimy cunt.
Cocky.

All of this by the same customer, within just one hour. Now, I cannot argue with the last one, because I can seem a little cocky if I am 100% right and the person I'm communicating with is a little squid with a brain the size of half a peanut, but I was amazed he had the intelligence to pick up on that so quickly, if at all! Then again, I think perhaps he was mainly just jotting down whatever word he could remember.

Gotta love customer services...

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 17:16 

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23 February 2009

"I Never Cheat!" 

I bet you do. Every day, if you live in the city. Let me give you an example: Queueing. Do you not get in front of someone while going down the stairs to the train? While you're waiting for people to file out of the carriage, I bet someone waiting at the other side of the door gets there ahead of you, even though you were the one who got there first, right? And albeit a couple of people were there before you, you get the first seat which becomes available, don't you? Cheat!

Well, the Oscars were handed out last night, and for the fourth or fifth time running I didn't get to see it live. Hopefully I will get the chance to see the show at a later date. I wasn't surprised to hear Slumdog Millionaire getting all those awards, even though I didn't really think it deserved all of them. Then again, it was probably the best of the nominated films. Who am I to start suggesting alternative nominees, right?

I would also like to point out that although I was a huge fan of the first series, Damages now has me focused more on the looks of the two main characters. WTF happened to Rose Byrne who plays Ellen? She looked normal the last time I saw her, and now she is barely visible! Skeletal people really freak me out. And then Glenn Close suddenly looks as if someone is constantly pulling her ponytail. This whole thing makes me see plastic surgery in the other actors as well, even though they probably haven't had any, and worst of all, it takes the focus off of William Hurt, which is just not on!

At least they look much better in the wonderful Lark Rise to Candleford. And speaking of which; after a week of intensive Press Gang viewing and a longing for a complete DVD box set of Absolutely Fabulous (when, oh when), I am in Julia Sawalha overdrive mode. I think she's everywhere! Or maybe that's called "hallucinating". But hey, the other night I dreamt that Ellen Page lived in our ceiling and communicated in a very intricate sign language she herself had constructed. And the night before I was being hunted by CIA agents because I was trying to bring down some corrupt government officials with the help of a civil servant living behind a tree in Canada. While I was there, I stocked up on crisps and Cheez Doodles, because I couldn't get them where I lived in NYC. Clearly my imagination is never sleeping, argh!

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 10:35 

(3) confused specimen

13 February 2009

40 Hits! Yay! 

I'm talking about Erasure's new compilation album, not the number of visitors to this site.



This weekend (Tue-Thur) I have mainly been watching Red Dwarf, playing Final Fantasy IX and waiting for my gigantic Shakespeare book. Just to update you.

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 17:27 

(0) confused specimen

08 February 2009

The BAFTAs 

No big surprises there, really. Didn't agree with all of them, but none of them were totally outrageous. What was outrageous, however, was the terrible editing during the Fellowship award, and I really hope that the Beeb or the BAFTAs will be providing the great public with the whole acceptance speech.

I also learned that Claude Berri died sometime last year. There's always at least one "oh, is he dead?" and one "oh, I forgot he had died last year" and also at least one "I thought he died years ago" during the In Memoriam sequence.

Oh yes, and Mick Jagger turned out to be very funny! And it's good to know Robert Downey, jr. is in town at the moment.

Another thing that was proven once and for all, was the rather vast gap between trained stage actors and those who happened to find themselves in front of a camera in Hollywood at some point after someone shouted 'action!'; Jason Isaacs had clearly learnt the script and managed to actually look at people, not just the teleprompter, and also delivered it with feeling. Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellen (yes, soon appearing in Waiting for Godot, which some of us knew very well before they mentioned it tonight) were of course equally well-versed at appearing in front of a large audience. Most of the others seemed nervous and wooden, really. Yes, I am probably picky. Or even an elitist when it comes to acting. Oh, no.

No Marton Csokas this year, though. Guess he's not "dating" anyone who was nominated...

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Posted by: Ingaroo / 22:23 

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