To Wales...

No more blogging from me for a bit because I'm off to Wales for the rest of this week. Not that I'm inferring that the internet hasn't yet reached Wales, but I have an MP3 player and my own underwear so when I arrive there's a good chance I could be welcomed as a god.
Baby G is 2 today and a little overexcited with her new dollshouse and trampoline. Have you ever tried taking a photo of a baby on a trampoline? It's not easy I can tell you. We are heading down to Wales tonight to stay with Spider's grandparents so we will be well looked after and extremely well fed while we are there.
Another good reason for heading to Wales is that I think I should lay low for a little while after I recieved a rather scary threat on my blog. If you don't believe me and you haven't already seen it you can see the horrible message by clicking here. It's not for the faint of heart.

I'm not sure how to interpret that picture as my bee dance communication skills are a little rusty but I've narrowed it down to one of three things. The Vader Bee is trying to say either-

a) I'm coming for you now.
b) Look! I have found some lovely pollen in those flowers.
or
c) Look! I have found the rebel hideout on the forest moon of Endor

Naturally I'm not taking any chances so I'm getting as far away from Endor as I possibly can.

The Big Three- O

Released in the States on 23rd June 1976 the film of Logan's Run is now 30 years old.
Anyone geek enough to find that funny is definately welcome here.
:)

"LOGAN: NO! Don't go in there! You don't have to die! No one has to die at 30! You could live! LIVE! Live, and grow old! I've seen it! She's seen it! "

And let's not forget the classic:

"Logan: You're sad enough. You're beautiful. Let's have sex.
Jessica: No. "

Do you see what he did wrong there?

Shouty things.

Carrying on the theme from Rhub's bee post about shouting out in his sleep, here's my own example.

I was on holiday with my family many moons ago, staying on a boat on the Norfolk Broads. One dark and stormy night for no apparent reason I yelled out "They're after Kirk!"
I have no idea why. I couldn't remember any dreams I had had that fateful night. In fact it wasn't until my parents told me I had done it the following day that I knew I had. As usual I'd slept through the whole thing (well... obviously). Who was Kirk? A figment of my imagination? A starship captain? Or the result of some late night cheese munching? To this day nobody knows but here is an artists impression of what might have happened.

"l' emperor est mort, vive l' emperor!"

I Can't Believe It's Not Blogger

I can't believe that since I lost my internet connection I've had more hits to my site and more comments being left than ever before.
It's like when parents go away on holiday and the unruly children left behind throw parties to invite everyone over.
Try not to break anything and make sure the place is tidy when I get back.

I also can't believe that I keep going on to my blog to leave posts complaining about the fact that I can't get on to my blog. I must stop doing that.

The Sound Of Music

It was just as she started singing that she realised the other Von Trapp children had in fact buggered off.

Neath: A Bee's Eye View

:- (

I think the heat has got to me today.
The only form of air conditioning where I work is called opening a window and hoping for a breeze. There's an open air shopping centre just across the road from us and if I didn't think the hot air was causing one of those desert like hallucinations I'd swear that I could see a group of pole dancers there performing in the street.

(rubs eyes)

No, they're still there and thankfully everyone else can see them too. It seems they are trying to promote it as a healthy form of exercise (and presumably a great way to make loads of money?). Hmmm, I'm slightly sceptical. If I took it up I doubt I'd make a penny.
Not really what I expected to see when I came in to work today but I won't complain. They seem to be surrounded by groups of small boys which is a bit disturbing but certainly not surprising. At least that will stop me going over to watch- at my height I'd stand out a mile away. Plus everyone at work would wonder where I had disappeared off to of course.

The saga of my internet continues (please insert your own string of swear words- I'm sure you can work out what I'm thinking).
Rather dissapointingly the new equipment didn't solve the problem and having managed to look online elsewhere it seems I'm not the only one to be having the problem with the ISP I was using.
To cut a long story short I gave them a call last night to cancel my account and I'll sign up with someone else at some point this weekend.

Which should make korova happy as I was with his mortal enemy, the planet devouring Tesco. It seems even they can't control the internet. Bastards.

I LIVE!!!

It takes more than a few bee- worms to stop me.
Unfortunately a crap ISP will apparently do it though.
I've still got no internet access at home so apologies if posts and comments are a little sparse from me at the moment. I've ordered some new filters and a modem so fingers crossed I could be back at the weekend.
If not I'll be really annoyed at having splashed out on the new gear only to find out that's not the problem.
Oh well, fingers crossed...

Honey Making Monsters

I've been told that one of our branch libraries is currently under attack by a swarm of man eating bees.
Apparently they are hiding in a hedge and then leaping out on customers as they leave the building. Whether this is an attempted mugging or they are just doing it for sh!ts and giggles hasn't been explained.
I'm off now with a big pointy stick to go and sort them out so if you don't see any posts on here for the next couple of days you'll know that I've made a huge tactical error.

Or it could be that my broadband connection has crashed which is why I'm typing this in my lunch break at work...

Broadcasting To The World From My UK Blog

Right, here's what I want you to do. Watch the video for the Sandi Thom song 'I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)'.




Done it? Good, now it's stuck in your head too.

This song really annoys me for so many different reasons. For a start not a day goes by at the moment without me hearing it somewhere and once I've heard it that damn tune stays in my head for the rest of the day. I just can't get it out. It doesn't matter what else I listen to there it is, lurking in the back of my head, waiting to pounce when I'm least expecting it. Help me. Please.
The other thing to really annoy me about this song is the way it has been promoted. Since it has come out I haven't been able to get away from the phrase: 'The singer who broadcast to the world from her Tooting basement.' Now whether she is actually from Tooting or perhaps just has a particularly smelly basement, I don't know. What I do know is that if I hear that expression again I will have to hurt someone... or break down in tears, whichever happens sooner. There are stickers all over her singles and albums with that expression on and every time Sandi Thom gets a mention on the Tv or radio some unimaginitive twit has to repeat it. Why? Do we really know nothing else about her? Why aren't other recording artists advertised in the same way?

Pearl Jam- Not broadcasting to the world from anywhere because they're too shy to do videos.
Kaiser Chiefs- Eating chips from their local take away.
George Michael- Pleasuring the world from a public toilet.

Okay, that last one probably has been used but you get the idea. When it's all you keep hearing it gets very boring very quickly.

Now to the song title itself. 'I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair) - You see what you've done there is you've confused 'punk rockers' with 'hippies.' Honestly now, what self respecting punk rocker is going to be wearing flowers in their hair?
Unless of course she's singing about being the bastard love child of a punk and a hippy which to me just sounds like eugenics gone mad. Punks and hippies should never be allowed to cross breed. Who knows what could happen.

Lost Episodes

We got G's x- ray results back- no broken bones, just a very bruised finger. I think her thumb will soon be in a worse condition as I can hear her sucking away at it in her sleep at the moment.

This week I also discovered that sex really does sell when, after using the word 'Sex' in the title to a post a couple of days ago I suddenly doubled the number of visitors to my site. When I checked my stats I saw that this sudden surge lasted for a few days but does seem to be tailing off now. I'll have to remember to do that more often.
I've also managed to get a bit of my own writing done recently, in between changing nappies and preparing staff appraisals for work. Hooray!

The other night Spider and I watched the latest episode of Lost here in the UK. It was the one called 'The Other 48 Days' and focused on the struggles of the survivors from the tail section of the plane. I think it also gave a few very large hints as to what is going on.

When Ana- Lucia confronts Goodwin about the fact she has worked out he must be one of 'The Others' he lets slip some important bits of information. They talk about the list of names they found on the body of one of the 'Others' and how the people named on the list were the ones kidnapped. They also discuss why a character killed earlier, called Nathan, wasn't on that list. Goodwin says it was because he was "not a good person," going as far as saying that all of those taken were taken because they were "good people." He also says that the children are fine and "better off" where they have gone to.
Now think back to the end of the first season where the boat appeared with the crew of 'Others' who kidnapped Walt. If you recall the captain of that boat, the one with the bushy beard, suddenly everything starts to fall in to place.
Santa and his elves have gone nuts.
Think about it. They have lists of who is naughty or nice and are led by a jolly beardy chap. It's the only logical explanation left.
"You better watch out" indeed.


Current song: Up All Night (Frankie Miller Goes To Hollywood)- Counting Crows
Current mood: Appropriately tired