One thing that is quite sad (boo hoo sad, not doug you're really pretty sad arn't you? sad) about spending as much time as i do reading movie news and being excited about movies is that i'm always excited around the time it's announced and then have to wait like a year for it to be made and come out.
well a nice thing is that i have just seen the trailer for a film called Stardust and it's got me crazy excited, and it come out in like a month. woo hoo for no waiting. and the film's all sky piratey and magic and crazy fun and swordfighting which you know i love.
although, you want waiting - i'm literally counting down the days till halo 3 comes out. or more accuratly til the weekend after so that me and my halo playing buddies can go play.
so. freaking. excited.
thats not to say that i've been doing nothing but wait. oh no, plenty of new-house chores, (i had giant green hands today to pick up huge amounts of holly cuttings - i pretended to be a dinosaur, but then couldn't think of any that had big hands, so settled on a huge monster that roars and waves his arms. oh, you can scorn now but soon all of japan will be in a tizzy.)
also, in the shock/at last catagory, i have organised my dissertation's classroom intervention.
with 2 months to go it's time to start doing things.
oh yes, a science communicator is me.
depending on your definitions i have also been partying, tho in a silver wedding aniversary sence. still, it was a great excuse to wear a suit, drink heavyly and then spend the last hour in a ball pit.
on the subject of ball pits, im thinking of installing one when i eventually get a house/flat/hut, they are immencely comfortable, you can hide in them and spring out at unsuspecting passers by and make them spill their drinks, throw an endless supply of balls at people or just swim in your shirt and tie. versatile and hilarious. could be amazing - but expencive unfortunatly.
but i think i have found a nearly perfect job for me, there's science, communication, nuclear fission and big equipment.
all that it lacks is puppets, for now...
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Saucy Puppeteers
Clearly my dissertation work needs to be done.
You can tell i must be planning on doing some actual work because this is the second time in a week that i've written anything. oo, it smacks of avoidance.
hmm. havent used smacks in that context for a while - feeling smart now. also pleased i used yonks as a unit of time this evening.
you will be glad to know no doubt, that despite getting a small bag of percy pigs when i went to m&s on friday, i managed to refrain from posting gibberish. but of course (as is the way with the pigs) i have no memory of what i actually did do, last time i dressed up in braces and a shirt and spent most of the evening running round the kitchen in UWE, but it was a much larger bag that time.
of course what i have done, on saturday to be exact, was steward the arts fresco in market harbourgh.
which ment a day spent with puppetteers, stilt walkers, fake frenchmen, german frenchmen, real french people, genuine crazy people, living statues and then puppeteers again. awesome to the max.
the arts fresco is sort of a festival were tons of street performers fill market harbourgh and do all sorts of exciting arty performancy things.
my job was to keep an eye on them in a role clearly created by health and safety so the organisers dont poo themselves about performers and the public getting run over or into fights. and i did my job quite well thank you very much.
it was mildly intense tho, when the performers start wondering near to the living statues. anyone who knows me or doctor who will know about the weeping angel statues in the most recent series and the fact that they scared the crackers out of me. so when the performers start puppetting their way over to them i take it as my job to not blink and watch the angel statue non stop til we get free.
this was fine with my musketeer type men, who handed out roses to ladies they liked the look of, nearly got us all run over as they poodled around in the road and were prefectly happy to leg it for portions of the town, but, my little puppet people had tiny tiny legs and were very slow moving.
the puppets were kinda like hobbits with huge backpacks, with the performers in the backpacks, hands operating the head and a hand and rediculously tiny legs at the bottom.
now in one of these puppets was an attractive female puppetteer, and as bad as i am at dealing with attractive females generally, it's even more difficult when you're faced with extra complications, for instance if the puppets head is roughly at the girls stomach height and i cannot possibly see where her eyes are looking inside the bag, is it best to address the puppets face/her stomach?
i just don't know, but it was fun anyway.
and spending the day with puppets was fantastic so no complaining.
also there's something wonderfully doug-like about all the stewards having sandwiches together in a dingy theatre during their lunch break, while i eat the performers food and sit with a french band and opera-type-singers and a guy who was wearing a nightdress (till he took it of) and talking on a banana.
i really do love the interesting life sometimes.
You can tell i must be planning on doing some actual work because this is the second time in a week that i've written anything. oo, it smacks of avoidance.
hmm. havent used smacks in that context for a while - feeling smart now. also pleased i used yonks as a unit of time this evening.
you will be glad to know no doubt, that despite getting a small bag of percy pigs when i went to m&s on friday, i managed to refrain from posting gibberish. but of course (as is the way with the pigs) i have no memory of what i actually did do, last time i dressed up in braces and a shirt and spent most of the evening running round the kitchen in UWE, but it was a much larger bag that time.
of course what i have done, on saturday to be exact, was steward the arts fresco in market harbourgh.
which ment a day spent with puppetteers, stilt walkers, fake frenchmen, german frenchmen, real french people, genuine crazy people, living statues and then puppeteers again. awesome to the max.
the arts fresco is sort of a festival were tons of street performers fill market harbourgh and do all sorts of exciting arty performancy things.
my job was to keep an eye on them in a role clearly created by health and safety so the organisers dont poo themselves about performers and the public getting run over or into fights. and i did my job quite well thank you very much.
it was mildly intense tho, when the performers start wondering near to the living statues. anyone who knows me or doctor who will know about the weeping angel statues in the most recent series and the fact that they scared the crackers out of me. so when the performers start puppetting their way over to them i take it as my job to not blink and watch the angel statue non stop til we get free.
this was fine with my musketeer type men, who handed out roses to ladies they liked the look of, nearly got us all run over as they poodled around in the road and were prefectly happy to leg it for portions of the town, but, my little puppet people had tiny tiny legs and were very slow moving.
the puppets were kinda like hobbits with huge backpacks, with the performers in the backpacks, hands operating the head and a hand and rediculously tiny legs at the bottom.
now in one of these puppets was an attractive female puppetteer, and as bad as i am at dealing with attractive females generally, it's even more difficult when you're faced with extra complications, for instance if the puppets head is roughly at the girls stomach height and i cannot possibly see where her eyes are looking inside the bag, is it best to address the puppets face/her stomach?
i just don't know, but it was fun anyway.
and spending the day with puppets was fantastic so no complaining.
also there's something wonderfully doug-like about all the stewards having sandwiches together in a dingy theatre during their lunch break, while i eat the performers food and sit with a french band and opera-type-singers and a guy who was wearing a nightdress (till he took it of) and talking on a banana.
i really do love the interesting life sometimes.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Giant Crabs From Beyond Space
I'm having a funny old time at the moment debating the capitalization of the title. Ok so not funny ha ha, but curiously doug-like. clearly giant crabs looks cooler with capitals to begin them. Space also seems more dramatic with a bigger S, then 'from beyond' are dwarfed. any way i figured i'd throw grammatical accuracy to the wind and just capitalise all of them. woo hoo, life on the edge.
anyway, it's been a whole month since i last felt the need to write.
i have my dissertation due soonish, because it's not quite like everyone elses and if i don't have the bulk of the doing done before october i doubt i'll find time for the writing. still it's currently sunny which really helps keep me focused, or as close to focused as i get.
it seems with me, any job you can't do topless in the sun with a drink while reading harry potter is just never going to get done.
also there's so much else to get done here.
i need a quick bust of happyness for completeing zelda on pete's wii. hearty huzzars for kicking multiple monster arse.
see where as most people fight distraction and try (in my case unsuccessfully) to focus on their work, i'm developing a different approach. if i watch all my movies and complete all the computer games i can then i will be clear of all distraction and capable of working at an increadable speed. the logic is mind boggling. imagine how fast i could work if my brain was clear. terrorfying.
decorating was finished today, which is nice because all the funiture is back in the right room and i dont have to pop next door to change channel, but it's also sad because i lose so much of the things that were making me the hyper masculine piece of prime studdlyness that i currently am.
carrying heavy things, gone.
hitting things with a hammer, (my favourate manly activity,) gone.
getting paint and grime and dust and scratches all over my bridgestone romper suit, gone.
splinters and hammer wounds, gone.
it's sad. it could be weeks or month before i have DIY type projects to do, i'll get all stringy and useless again. losing my diet coke guy physiques in favour of one of the regular good loking guy's the ad. ok one of the regular looking guys. ok regular looking girls.
mostly it's just sad there were no ladies around to be impressed by my carrying, painting and hammering (sometimes simultaniously). thems the breaks i guess.
unfortunatly after one of my (now pretty much daily) blows to the head, i mentioned to my mum that i sometimes put in these posts if i had wounded myself in ways i considered spectaularly stupid or just plain spectacular, so now whenever i'm wounded in the line of duty all i get is, "is that going in you're blog?"
Bet Charles Dickens never had to put up with this shit.
anyway, it's been a whole month since i last felt the need to write.
i have my dissertation due soonish, because it's not quite like everyone elses and if i don't have the bulk of the doing done before october i doubt i'll find time for the writing. still it's currently sunny which really helps keep me focused, or as close to focused as i get.
it seems with me, any job you can't do topless in the sun with a drink while reading harry potter is just never going to get done.
also there's so much else to get done here.
i need a quick bust of happyness for completeing zelda on pete's wii. hearty huzzars for kicking multiple monster arse.
see where as most people fight distraction and try (in my case unsuccessfully) to focus on their work, i'm developing a different approach. if i watch all my movies and complete all the computer games i can then i will be clear of all distraction and capable of working at an increadable speed. the logic is mind boggling. imagine how fast i could work if my brain was clear. terrorfying.
decorating was finished today, which is nice because all the funiture is back in the right room and i dont have to pop next door to change channel, but it's also sad because i lose so much of the things that were making me the hyper masculine piece of prime studdlyness that i currently am.
carrying heavy things, gone.
hitting things with a hammer, (my favourate manly activity,) gone.
getting paint and grime and dust and scratches all over my bridgestone romper suit, gone.
splinters and hammer wounds, gone.
it's sad. it could be weeks or month before i have DIY type projects to do, i'll get all stringy and useless again. losing my diet coke guy physiques in favour of one of the regular good loking guy's the ad. ok one of the regular looking guys. ok regular looking girls.
mostly it's just sad there were no ladies around to be impressed by my carrying, painting and hammering (sometimes simultaniously). thems the breaks i guess.
unfortunatly after one of my (now pretty much daily) blows to the head, i mentioned to my mum that i sometimes put in these posts if i had wounded myself in ways i considered spectaularly stupid or just plain spectacular, so now whenever i'm wounded in the line of duty all i get is, "is that going in you're blog?"
Bet Charles Dickens never had to put up with this shit.
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