Deep intertwinglings

Deep intertwinglingshttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/en-UKhourly82000-01-01T12:00+00:00Deep intertwinglingshttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/6a/1e027fd43ac9d54a1cd9d29f6d11f5_160x200.jpgSmeg happenshttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/2006-09-06T21:18:54+02:00 Just gotten off the phone to a friend. She's married to an abusive idiot, who has just gotten out of a psychiatric hospital, and is going back to live in the house with her and the kids. Why are there idiots like this out there? <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/06/smeg_happens~1103400/#comments">Comments</a> Just gotten off the phone to a friend. She's married to an abusive idiot, who has just gotten out of a psychiatric hospital, and is going back to live in the house with her and the kids.

Why are there idiots like this out there?

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]]>Vanishing knowledgehttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/03/vanishing_knowledge~1094473/2006-09-03T21:23:34+02:00 I've just finished checking and binning maybe a hundred floppies (random fact: South Africans call floppies 'stiffies'. I know a girl from SA who, on coming over here, walked into a room full of engineers and asked if any of them had a stiffie). And it struck me, that all this stuff I'm binning, I worked over. I stressed over it, and sweated over it, and it meant something. Except some years on, I'm sat in my kitchen, checking and binning. It's not really an indictment on the technology, but I think back to where I was and who I was a few years back, and it makes me wonder where I'll be a few years from now. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/09/03/vanishing_knowledge~1094473/#comments">Comments</a> I've just finished checking and binning maybe a hundred floppies (random fact: South Africans call floppies 'stiffies'. I know a girl from SA who, on coming over here, walked into a room full of engineers and asked if any of them had a stiffie).

And it struck me, that all this stuff I'm binning, I worked over. I stressed over it, and sweated over it, and it meant something. Except some years on, I'm sat in my kitchen, checking and binning. It's not really an indictment on the technology, but I think back to where I was and who I was a few years back, and it makes me wonder where I'll be a few years from now.

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]]>Weasel! Weasel!http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/2006-05-15T20:27:45+02:00 Which is more noble, the weasel or the stoat? Certain words, certain animals, have acquired a nobility, a dignity, because of their names. The weasel. The stoat. The moose. Ladies, Gentlemen, I urge you - nay, implore you - for a moment, let us raise our glasses to these noble animals, these purveyors of joy and happiness to the world. We salute you. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/weasel_weasel~802357/#comments">Comments</a> Which is more noble, the weasel or the stoat?

Certain words, certain animals, have acquired a nobility, a dignity, because of their names. The weasel. The stoat. The moose. Ladies, Gentlemen, I urge you - nay, implore you - for a moment, let us raise our glasses to these noble animals, these purveyors of joy and happiness to the world. We salute you.

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]]>And another thing...http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/and_another_thing~798701/2006-05-14T14:16:17+02:00 ...thinking about old telly. Heidi. WHY?!?!? "Oh, Grandfather" in her badly-dubbed voice. For years afterwards I thought Swiss people spoke English, but their lips made different movements. Maybe that's why they have lots of bankers. You know they are secure, no-one can lip-read. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/and_another_thing~798701/#comments">Comments</a> ...thinking about old telly. Heidi. WHY?!?!? "Oh, Grandfather" in her badly-dubbed voice. For years afterwards I thought Swiss people spoke English, but their lips made different movements. Maybe that's why they have lots of bankers. You know they are secure, no-one can lip-read.

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]]>The time has come, the Walrus said...http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/2006-05-14T14:10:24+02:00 "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings--" And Cybermen. Now, perhaps it's just me - it frequently is - but Cybermen should not be wearing thongs. Even outside their trousers. Yes, they may be metal-clad killing machines. They may be one of the Doctor's arch-nemeses. Yes...but somehow, wearing thongs detracts from that. On the plus side, should anyone choose to remake Wonder Woman (particularly with the recent resurgance in superhero films), doubtless they would replace her 70's grannypants with a small thong. So I personally welcome the reintroduction of the thong. Hurrah! <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_time_has_come_the_walrus_said~798684/#comments">Comments</a> "To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--"

And Cybermen. Now, perhaps it's just me - it frequently is - but Cybermen should not be wearing thongs. Even outside their trousers. Yes, they may be metal-clad killing machines. They may be one of the Doctor's arch-nemeses. Yes...but somehow, wearing thongs detracts from that.

On the plus side, should anyone choose to remake Wonder Woman (particularly with the recent resurgance in superhero films), doubtless they would replace her 70's grannypants with a small thong. So I personally welcome the reintroduction of the thong. Hurrah!

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]]>The Da Vinci Codehttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_da_vinci_code~798612/2006-05-14T13:36:59+02:00 WARNING! I've been reliably informed that this film contains explicit Sects. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/14/the_da_vinci_code~798612/#comments">Comments</a> WARNING! I've been reliably informed that this film contains explicit Sects.

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]]>Ninja stoats in lemming heavenhttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/11/ninja_stoats_in_lemming_heaven~792679/2006-05-11T21:24:10+02:00 So. The Apprentice. It's over, and the scary girl with the eyes of a trained killer won. Not sure why, but Michelle scared me. Perhaps it was the way she was completely useless at all the tasks. Less useless than Sayeed, admittedly (although that was not, to be fair, difficult). Less constipated than <a href="http://www.ruthbadger.com/">The Badger</a>. But what of Ancell (or Elvis, as he became known)? What of Paul, who, though he messed up the interview, was the least useless of all of them. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the cream of British industry. We're all doomed! I'm off for some very good hot chocolate, served with marshmallows and cream. So there <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/11/ninja_stoats_in_lemming_heaven~792679/#comments">Comments</a> So. The Apprentice. It's over, and the scary girl with the eyes of a trained killer won. Not sure why, but Michelle scared me. Perhaps it was the way she was completely useless at all the tasks. Less useless than Sayeed, admittedly (although that was not, to be fair, difficult). Less constipated than The Badger. But what of Ancell (or Elvis, as he became known)? What of Paul, who, though he messed up the interview, was the least useless of all of them.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the cream of British industry. We're all doomed!

I'm off for some very good hot chocolate, served with marshmallows and cream. So there

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]]>The 80'shttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/03/the_80_s~773865/2006-05-03T20:34:02+02:00 I suppose everyone remembers 'their' decade with some degree of fondness. For me, culture reached a peak in the 1980's. The 70's were kind of scary, with drainpipe jeans, big collars, and the Austin Maxi - without doubt the ugliest car ever designed. But it was the music of the 80's that really made it. Sure, SAW dominated everything. But still it seemed to have a certain innocence, a sense of exploration of fashion, from 'Flock of Seagulls' hair, to Michael Jackson's single glove, to whatever Bananarama were wearing (oh, and Vicki Fuzzbox. Wibble. Lovely, lovely young lady. I wonder where she is now?). The Pet Shop Boys with their era-defining lyrics and tunes that set the mood for a generation - somewhat disaffected, free thinking, poetic. Incidentally - nice one with the new tune, boys. Incidentally, for sheer kitsch value, check out <a href="http://www.amstrad.com/amsface/"><a href="http://www.amstrad.com/amsface/">http://www.amstrad.com/amsface/</a></a>. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/05/03/the_80_s~773865/#comments">Comments</a> I suppose everyone remembers 'their' decade with some degree of fondness. For me, culture reached a peak in the 1980's. The 70's were kind of scary, with drainpipe jeans, big collars, and the Austin Maxi - without doubt the ugliest car ever designed. But it was the music of the 80's that really made it. Sure, SAW dominated everything. But still it seemed to have a certain innocence, a sense of exploration of fashion, from 'Flock of Seagulls' hair, to Michael Jackson's single glove, to whatever Bananarama were wearing (oh, and Vicki Fuzzbox. Wibble. Lovely, lovely young lady. I wonder where she is now?). The Pet Shop Boys with their era-defining lyrics and tunes that set the mood for a generation - somewhat disaffected, free thinking, poetic. Incidentally - nice one with the new tune, boys.

Incidentally, for sheer kitsch value, check out http://www.amstrad.com/amsface/.

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]]>Management speakhttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/management_speak~752957/2006-04-24T20:30:50+02:00 "Thinking outside the box" - foreplay "Lets put it in the toilet and see if it'll flush" "We need to make sure everyone's singing from the same hymnsheet. The 'Cradle of Filth' hymnsheet". <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/24/management_speak~752957/#comments">Comments</a> "Thinking outside the box" - foreplay

"Lets put it in the toilet and see if it'll flush"

"We need to make sure everyone's singing from the same hymnsheet. The 'Cradle of Filth' hymnsheet".

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]]>Meow?http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/2006-04-23T22:02:29+02:00 This evening, I have nothing of great import to say. But like most people, that doesn't stop me writing <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"> <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/23/meow~750563/#comments">Comments</a> This evening, I have nothing of great import to say. But like most people, that doesn't stop me writing

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]]>The futurehttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/2006-04-21T22:24:12+02:00 You know, by now, we should all be eating pills, wearing tinfoil suits, and communicating by telepathy with jet-powered rocket pants to get us to work. But where has the future gone? At one time, it was a familiar place, a somewhat sterile place, admittedly, but one introduced by Judith Hann and Howard Stableford, with CD's smeared with jam and disposable paper clothes. Paper outfits - they scared me. A paper cut is bad enough on my finger, never mind on my old boy. But I digress. I miss the future. The thing is, 'the year 2000' still sounds like the future. New, and exciting. But 2000 was 6 years ago, and from my personal experience, was a bit pants. But for now, I shall resort to experimenting with home made prozac. The actual recipie is a closely guarded secret, but it involves chocolate. Mmmmm. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/21/the_future~745906/#comments">Comments</a> You know, by now, we should all be eating pills, wearing tinfoil suits, and communicating by telepathy with jet-powered rocket pants to get us to work. But where has the future gone? At one time, it was a familiar place, a somewhat sterile place, admittedly, but one introduced by Judith Hann and Howard Stableford, with CD's smeared with jam and disposable paper clothes. Paper outfits - they scared me. A paper cut is bad enough on my finger, never mind on my old boy. But I digress. I miss the future. The thing is, 'the year 2000' still sounds like the future. New, and exciting. But 2000 was 6 years ago, and from my personal experience, was a bit pants. But for now, I shall resort to experimenting with home made prozac. The actual recipie is a closely guarded secret, but it involves chocolate. Mmmmm.

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]]>Piehttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/2006-04-20T22:37:19+02:00 What sort of foodgroup is the Fray Bentos pie? I submit that it is animal, mineral and vegetable. Animal, from the undoubted meat content. Mineral, from the tough outer hull, and vegetable from the occasional vegetable content. The manky pastry, however, is still an unknown quantity, and remains to be successfully analyed by scientists. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/20/pie~743339/#comments">Comments</a> What sort of foodgroup is the Fray Bentos pie? I submit that it is animal, mineral and vegetable. Animal, from the undoubted meat content. Mineral, from the tough outer hull, and vegetable from the occasional vegetable content. The manky pastry, however, is still an unknown quantity, and remains to be successfully analyed by scientists.

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]]>Invasion of the chavshttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/17/title~734666/2006-04-17T20:42:47+02:00 So I'm visiting a friend today, and we go get some shopping (I had the car, no brainer). And on the way out, we pass a trio of...Chavettes. If there was a stereotypical Chavette look, these girls had it. Large, blingin' jewellery? Check. Heavily pregnant and wearing a midriffy-type top? Check. I'm sure had I waited around, I'd have seen them getting the tabs and Sunny D! But I digress. As I type this, 'Cats and Dogs' is on TV. Not a great movie, but it's on in the background. I think Jeff Goldblum needed the money. But why are cats portrayed as evil?!? It's very, very unfair. Not only evil, but incompetent. Anyone who knows cats knows that they already rule the world, and are benevolent rulers who want only the best for their subjects. I personally welcome their dominion. <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/17/title~734666/#comments">Comments</a> So I'm visiting a friend today, and we go get some shopping (I had the car, no brainer). And on the way out, we pass a trio of...Chavettes. If there was a stereotypical Chavette look, these girls had it. Large, blingin' jewellery? Check. Heavily pregnant and wearing a midriffy-type top? Check. I'm sure had I waited around, I'd have seen them getting the tabs and Sunny D!

But I digress. As I type this, 'Cats and Dogs' is on TV. Not a great movie, but it's on in the background. I think Jeff Goldblum needed the money. But why are cats portrayed as evil?!? It's very, very unfair. Not only evil, but incompetent. Anyone who knows cats knows that they already rule the world, and are benevolent rulers who want only the best for their subjects. I personally welcome their dominion.

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]]>Musical ramblingshttp://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/16/musical_ramblings~732258/2006-04-16T19:43:34+02:00 I've been wondering about music lately, about the extent to which I can change my own feelings with music. I was listening to Katherine Jenkins' 'Ti amero per sempre' the other day. If you don't know it, think of Whitney singing 'I will always love you' and you'll get the general idea. Anyway, the first time I heard it, something inside just clicked, and this reservoir of emotion seemed to come flooding out! And, I know that when I'm singing, or playing piano, I feel calm...peaceful. Katherine has a good voice - not hugely powerful, but good to listen to. I've realised I need to spent more time with my music. Work has been so busy lately I've neglected the piano. It's not helped that the running has taken a back seat as well. BUT, now the kitchen is sorted (almost) I feel like I've got another place in the house that is mine, if that makes sense. So now I have somewhere I can sing, play and study. Oh, and just to get it out of my system....with the recent death of Gene Pitney, apparently Ms Houston and Ms Spears are planning a tribute album. "Whitney and Britney sing the songs of Gene Pitney". <a href="http://brokenhaiku.blog.co.uk/2006/04/16/musical_ramblings~732258/#comments">Comments</a> I've been wondering about music lately, about the extent to which I can change my own feelings with music. I was listening to Katherine Jenkins' 'Ti amero per sempre' the other day. If you don't know it, think of Whitney singing 'I will always love you' and you'll get the general idea. Anyway, the first time I heard it, something inside just clicked, and this reservoir of emotion seemed to come flooding out! And, I know that when I'm singing, or playing piano, I feel calm...peaceful.

Katherine has a good voice - not hugely powerful, but good to listen to. I've realised I need to spent more time with my music. Work has been so busy lately I've neglected the piano. It's not helped that the running has taken a back seat as well. BUT, now the kitchen is sorted (almost) I feel like I've got another place in the house that is mine, if that makes sense. So now I have somewhere I can sing, play and study.

Oh, and just to get it out of my system....with the recent death of Gene Pitney, apparently Ms Houston and Ms Spears are planning a tribute album. "Whitney and Britney sing the songs of Gene Pitney".

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