The adventures of the young and often lucky-as-hell Curly on his way to bring down the evil dictator, locate the buried nazi gold and ultimately come face to face with the Holy Grail - Nelly Furtado. On the way I'll be perfecting my David Seaman impression and meeting as many people as possible. After that I'll go home for a nice cup of tea, and perhaps some cake too. I'm trying to give up tea but wouldn't object to a cup if a nice old lady offered - that would just be rude, wouldn't it?
Monday, April 10, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
The adventures of tha young n often lucky-izzles Curly on his way ta bring dizzay tha evil dictator, locate tha buried nazi gold n ultimately come face ta face wit tha Holy Grail - N-E-Double-Lizzy Furtado . Slap your mutha fuckin self. On tha way I'll be perfect'n mah David Seaman impression n ridin' as many thugz as possible. Brotha that I'll go hizzy fo` a funky ass cup of tea, n perhaps some cakes too. Damn, I'm try'n ta gizzle up tea . It dont stop till the wheels fall off. Although I W-to-tha-izzon't object ta a cup if a funky ass old lady offa, that's jizzle rizzle isn’t it?
Gizoogle, found via Eanizzle.
Why does Snoop always carry an umbrella? In case of drizzle.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Just can't think of a title. Any ideas?
After clicking 'next bl*g' far too many times this afternoon, I noticed that a large percentage of the sites I came across were started only today. This got me wondering why the hell I actually started writing this stuff. Unable to locate a satisfactory answer anywhere in my head, I decided to go back to my very first post. Nope, nothing there but it was rather interesting to see how my writing style had changed (the spelling was worse and there was more swearing) over the last twenty months.
I then noticed something rather interesting, my posts had been adapted to whoever was leaving comments at the time. Like most people, I only really had one person (who was already a good mate) reading at the very beginning and so the posts were written using language that I would use when conversing with him normally. As more readers came and went, my language and post content changed frequently. I asked myself the question (out loud, which my boss didn't appreciate - I should have been working)...
Am I trying to please my readers or is this just my style constantly evolving?
It's a tough one. I'm aware that I adapt to people usually when I speak to them, this causes a frequent change in accent/use of language/tone. One thing I know for sure is that I'm not a good story-teller when in a social situation, I usually make a total mess of the point or I just get completely side-tracked. Also I don't usually have that much to say (unless there's alcohol involved, when I will talk to anyone about anything). And I definately don't talk about myself as much as I do on here. Bledd pointed some of this out recently:-
"I love it when you and Eirian come out, neither of you do anything. You're just...there, it's hilarious"
I like being 'Just...There'.
I digress, I decided to wander around everyone elses bl*gs and looked at their very first posts. I discovered the same change in style in many cases, others wrote in the same way as they do now (which is not necessarily a bad thing at all). Many first posts also gave reasons for starting bl*gs, which I found to be great fun reading.
This is all a bit wishy-washy. But that's how I feel at the moment. I can't put it much better than Deeanne has.
Monday, April 03, 2006
One bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make
I'm not sure if I can declare today Tit Monday or not... but it's the first day of the year that's been classifiable as 'warm'. I managed to lose my permanantly-on jacket sometime on Friday night but it didn't really affect me too much. I'm so excited about this summer, I've been trying to force it to come quicker by wearing less clothes and slipping the three magical B's (Beach, Barbeque, Beer Garden) into conversation as much as possible. It's working so far, you can almost smell the summer...
I'm not completely here at the moment, a combination of Fridays Drink The Bar Dry (and Scarlets win), Saturdays rugby and Sundays chill-out session has put my head well inside the shed.
I'll be back soon - I promise.