D’you know, in my quest to find something funny/intelligent/anything to talk about today, I’ve gone through five or so different subjects, deleted them all, and here I am.
No subject at all.
Sorry.
Oh, and my life isn’t all that ordered, trust me. I’m just bored most of the time in the office and as the day creeps excrutiatingly towards 5 pm I sieze the opportunity to wibble. And I don’t have a pc at home.
Okay folks, today’s entry is (again) a little frivolous. I think I’ve stopped thinking about war and all things profound! Perhaps this has something to do with me actually _having work to do_. Hurrah! I think.
Right. We all lurve country music. Well, not all. I don’t. But I suspect our Wibbling Brother Dave may do… dunno, I just get that impression from his wiblog…
So I’ve had a wee look at a great site with zillions of classic country song titles, and have compiled a short list of my faves.
“How Did You Get so Ugly Overnight?”
“I Don’t Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling”
“I Still Miss You Baby… But My Aim is Getting Better”
“I’d Rather Pass a Kidney Stone than Another Night With You”
“You’re The Reason Our Kids Are So Ugly”
“At the Gas Station of Love, I Got the Self Service Pump”
And being a Girly Girl, I think my fave is
“Did I Shave my Legs for This?”
Wadda y’all think? Really Bad Country Songs
F’rinstance…
next time you’re bored, go to this anagram engine: Wordsmith.org
and put in any name. It’s interesting what you’ll find…
Tony Blair….
A Brit Only
Tory in Lab
Nab Oil Try
George W Bush….
Begs huge row
Brews ego hug
Bush ego grew
Saddam Hussein….
A shadiness mud
A madness hid us
A sadism unshed
Wiblog.com
Lob com wig
Womb logic (ewww…)
BMW cog oil
tehe
I think I’m going to go home now.
I think I might go to Sainsbury’s and buy some food, otherwise I think I’ll starve.
I think this will be a pants entry.
I think I need a holiday.
I think…
oh bother.
Okay, so I’m talking bosses as in “The Workplace”, not as in “Home Sweet Home”. But BC is funny and I need a laugh, gosh darn it!
Bosses are interesting. They are the butt of many a joke, many a prank (well, in the case of my boss. Hey! I get bored easily…), and many have actual butts.
I think I can see why this is (not having butts. Being the butt. Whatever.) today, so All Hail Dilbert The Mighty. And if you don’t know Dilbert, get acquainted very quickly. I’m sure a friendly search engine near you will be happy to oblige.
And in the news today…
==You thought _you_ were busy? Check out the Princess Royal’s diary for the day:
The Princess Royal will:
* open the Women's Education in Building new Centre, at 10.15am
*as Patron, Animal Health Trust, will hold a Laboratory Appeal reception at Buckingham Palace, at 12.30pm
*as Commandant-in-Chief (Ambulance and Nursing Cadets), St John Ambulance, will hold a Grand Prior reception at Buckingham Palace, at 5pm
*as Colonel, the Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoon), will attend the launch of the Household Cavalry Museum Project at 6.45pm.
Whew!==
==The Search For Extra Terrestrials has hotted up:
apparantly some new radio waves that aren’t from identifiable sources have been found.
Woohoo.==
==It’s True! Trinny and Susannah really _are_ the Queen Bee’s of Scary Post-Modern Lady-Presenters.
They’ve won the award for Factual Presenting at the RTS’s awards.==
You are the weakest drink, _GoodNight_!
Hey! How true, in light of current events. But it gets boring, so I’ll comment on my weekend.
* I saw Dare Devil. I suppose it’s okay if you’ve nothing better to do (like paint the ceiling. Mow the lawn. Tidy your room. &tc &tc &tc). Bit violent, really.
* I showed my of my friends the Wibsite. They didn’t seem too keen to jump on the bandwagon. Farts.
* I sat in the sun. Woohoo!
* I went to my church football team’s match. We made a banner & really embarassed them (so much for their pleas for supporters. No wonder they’ve lost every game bar two this season. Farts.). They then proceeded to lose. Again.
(Prospero, The Tempest)
Last night I went to the Old Vic to see The Tempest.
It was so good I almost wet my plants.
And here’s another: The art of newspaper paragraphing is to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram. — Don Marquis (1878-1937)
I quote these because it’s what I’m thinking of doing. Well, not exactly lying, per se, but I’m seriously considering a career in journalism.
Ho hum, what to do… what to do…
Tony Blair says:”Houston – we have a problem.”
Donald Rumsfeld says:”Use the Force, Luke.”
France says:”Go ahead, make my day.”
Russia says:”I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way.”
Saddam says:”You talkin’ to me?”
Our troops say:”Show me the money!”