My ultimate goal?
I want a Lady Gaga exhibit
at the Louvre.
Noticed something new.
"Exclusive to Apple Covent Garden", a new iPhone holder.
Situated next to my iPhone holder of choice, the uncommon ‘keep calm and carry on’.
Exclusives, eh? Sweet.
Exclusive to Apple Covent Garden, a new incase MacBook zip-up with the same pattern as the case in the post before, but bigger.
More Exclusives, eh? Sweet x2
Another tune made me smile as it got shuffled on my iPhone.
Random? You bet. Nuggets of 1999 are being synced.
Yes. You see correctly. It is Cher.
Singing a stomping ‘Strong Enough (to live without you)’ to the tune of I Will Survive. (hey hey).
This version of the song is aimed at a bloke.
"was he, worth it?", I quote.
Clearly, Cher. He was not. He was a poof.
So, apparently this picture got picked up by the world we live in and is now doing the rounds. Great!
Only trouble is that Tumblr makes it really hard to know this stuff is being shared. It’s only because I saw an unusual amount of activity that I went into my Flickr stats and discovered that it had more than 500 notes from other Tumblrs! Surely there’s a better way for me to know what’s happening to my stuff? Can’t somebody join the dots?
There’s a word I’m desperately trying not to use. That word is “Awesome”.
I don’t know how much of it is the reflexive use it seems to have on the internet, and how much is English snobbery, but I really don’t like using the word. I’m pedantic enough to think that something described with it should inspire a sense of awe, rather than just being momentarily amusing or impressive.
Also, it’s not as if (British?) English is lacking in synonyms. The title of this post contains three I thought of without trouble, and I’m sure with a bit more effort I could come up with a few more.
I suppose this is a plea to help with my self-policing. If you catch me saying That Word, and I don’t notice myself (usually I do, and mumble a very short version of this post) then feel free to give me a stern look. Thanks.
I don’t know ANY of the assembled ‘Happy Gays’ in Attitude magazine this month.
The title and the moniker are a ‘Contradiction in-terms’.
Take me back to when ‘the word’ meant ‘happy’…
In the meantime, I will search these ‘happy gays’ and kill them.
This weekend is the final bank holiday til the end of the year.
Anyway. Here is my bank & the queue inside.
"people, why are you here?
When I visit, weekly there’s never a queue.
Can you all fuck off please?
You’re stressing me out and that’s not nice before the long weekend.”
Mister. You are fucking huge!
One of your legs is probably my height.
You made a long tube journey very enjoyable for me, sir.
(but you won’t be a Crush of the Day, apologies)