Monday, May 30, 2005
Kill the Frog
Soundtrack: "Strangers" by Ed Harcourt. I'm educating Elaine.
Good evening this evening.
Not an anti-French thing. I am extremely angry to find that that sodding Frog ringtone kept Coldplay from number one. I really thought they'd make it this time, especially since they charted number eight in America, and "Speed Of Sound" was the fastest-ever selling download single. There was a quality quote from the guy who designed the graphic for the frog in the Times: "I would never have it on my phone. If it came on television, I would turn it off. Even before it went on the website, I began to hate myself." Yes, and so you should.
I haven't written in a while basically because I haven't really done anything of note. On Saturday night I went out with Elaine in Adelaide, and it was just like "I Predict A Riot" by Kaiser Chiefs:
Oh, watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
...
I try to get to my taxi
Man in a tracksuit attacks me
He said that he saw it before me
And wants to get things a bit gory
Girls scrabble round with no clothes on
To borrow a pound [okay, dollar] for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible
I went to the botanic gardens today. They were very European, and I would've been taken in if I hadn't kept smelling gum leaves. My favourites are still the cacti, though.
At the end of the day, I went down to the Adelaide Advertiser offices to buy my Episode VI poster - the paper gave out free Star Wars posters every day last week, but we missed Friday's edition. So now I've got six classic Star Wars posters to put on my wall when I get to Liverpool. Any excuse to have Hayden Christensen as a pin up, really.
What else. Oh yes, the birds here are completely insane. I always forget to write about it because I've become so used to it, but I think it's worth putting on the Internet. Every morning, I am woken up by a ferocious tapping on the high kitchen windows. It's always some bloody bird attacking the glass. There are three theories for this:
Good evening this evening.
Not an anti-French thing. I am extremely angry to find that that sodding Frog ringtone kept Coldplay from number one. I really thought they'd make it this time, especially since they charted number eight in America, and "Speed Of Sound" was the fastest-ever selling download single. There was a quality quote from the guy who designed the graphic for the frog in the Times: "I would never have it on my phone. If it came on television, I would turn it off. Even before it went on the website, I began to hate myself." Yes, and so you should.
I haven't written in a while basically because I haven't really done anything of note. On Saturday night I went out with Elaine in Adelaide, and it was just like "I Predict A Riot" by Kaiser Chiefs:
Oh, watching the people get lairy
It's not very pretty I tell thee
Walking through town is quite scary
And not very sensible either
...
I try to get to my taxi
Man in a tracksuit attacks me
He said that he saw it before me
And wants to get things a bit gory
Girls scrabble round with no clothes on
To borrow a pound [okay, dollar] for a condom
If it wasn't for chip fat they'd be frozen
They're not very sensible
I went to the botanic gardens today. They were very European, and I would've been taken in if I hadn't kept smelling gum leaves. My favourites are still the cacti, though.
At the end of the day, I went down to the Adelaide Advertiser offices to buy my Episode VI poster - the paper gave out free Star Wars posters every day last week, but we missed Friday's edition. So now I've got six classic Star Wars posters to put on my wall when I get to Liverpool. Any excuse to have Hayden Christensen as a pin up, really.
What else. Oh yes, the birds here are completely insane. I always forget to write about it because I've become so used to it, but I think it's worth putting on the Internet. Every morning, I am woken up by a ferocious tapping on the high kitchen windows. It's always some bloody bird attacking the glass. There are three theories for this:
- Self-culling. The bird population is too large and they're sacrificing themselves for the youngsters. My arse.
- The greedy bastards can see spiders etc behind the glass and are trying to get at them, but can't because the glass is in the way, retarded creatures.
- They see their reflections in the window, think that the reflection is a rival bird, and they attack the reflection.
Just goes to show. Birds are stupid.
