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lynsangelic1
lynsangelic1*hands waving in the air*
That would be me. And I'm just fine with it.
I'm giving you ample forewarning that this entry will be a veritable collation of crap. When I decide what I'm writing. I suppose I'll start with the news.
RIP George Carlin. I'm too young to have known most of his work, but I very much enjoyed his roles in Kevin Smith movies. Good long life though.
Megan Mullally baffled by nude demand before 50. Am I the only perv in the room who wouldn't mind seeing this come to pass? Probably. My misguided friend and I wanted to emulate Karen during first year of uni, until we realised that neither of us takes prescription drugs and I simply can't drink spirits continually without passing out at some point. As a poor back up, she went as Karen for hallowe'en and I went as Oz as God for the third year running and laughed in a silly high voice.
My £3 bet on Spain to win the European Championships is still safe, as we narrowly edged Italy out the other night. Now the stakes are higher ('How can they be higher than the princely sum of three pounds?' I hear you ask.) Claire, who has just threw her hat in the ring for Germany (late comers, pfft) and I have agreed to a forfeit dare should the others team win. We haven't decided the forfeit yet - suggestions?
I've been listening to a lot of Cher lately (pre '94 Cher, certainly not Believe era Cher) which can only mean I'm contemplating life's most serious issues. Seriously. Something about grandiose rock operatic ballads causes great contemplation. Also, found a random Smithereens song, Blood and Roses on my playlist (presumably from Romy and Michelle) and downloaded more. However anytime I listen to this catchy 80's pop rock it's steathily followed by The Smiths which is making me want to gouge my eyes out when I realise. Not because I hate them, but if I'm not in the mood for The Smiths it makes me feel like going Oedipus then crying in a dark, damp corner with a newspaper over my head. I don't know why. The sensible solution is to either delete The Smiths or play russian roulette by putting winamp on random.
I succumbed to Doctor Who and have started from the beginning of the new incarnation. Thoughts of 'God, this is well naff' turned to feelings of unbridled amusement and joy. I don't quite think an addiction of epic scale has begun, but I'm certainly enjoying it.
Jesus. I thought I had more to say than this assortment of skittle-type fruityness. Apparently not
That would be me. And I'm just fine with it.
I'm giving you ample forewarning that this entry will be a veritable collation of crap. When I decide what I'm writing. I suppose I'll start with the news.
RIP George Carlin. I'm too young to have known most of his work, but I very much enjoyed his roles in Kevin Smith movies. Good long life though.
Megan Mullally baffled by nude demand before 50. Am I the only perv in the room who wouldn't mind seeing this come to pass? Probably. My misguided friend and I wanted to emulate Karen during first year of uni, until we realised that neither of us takes prescription drugs and I simply can't drink spirits continually without passing out at some point. As a poor back up, she went as Karen for hallowe'en and I went as Oz as God for the third year running and laughed in a silly high voice.
My £3 bet on Spain to win the European Championships is still safe, as we narrowly edged Italy out the other night. Now the stakes are higher ('How can they be higher than the princely sum of three pounds?' I hear you ask.) Claire, who has just threw her hat in the ring for Germany (late comers, pfft) and I have agreed to a forfeit dare should the others team win. We haven't decided the forfeit yet - suggestions?
I've been listening to a lot of Cher lately (pre '94 Cher, certainly not Believe era Cher) which can only mean I'm contemplating life's most serious issues. Seriously. Something about grandiose rock operatic ballads causes great contemplation. Also, found a random Smithereens song, Blood and Roses on my playlist (presumably from Romy and Michelle) and downloaded more. However anytime I listen to this catchy 80's pop rock it's steathily followed by The Smiths which is making me want to gouge my eyes out when I realise. Not because I hate them, but if I'm not in the mood for The Smiths it makes me feel like going Oedipus then crying in a dark, damp corner with a newspaper over my head. I don't know why. The sensible solution is to either delete The Smiths or play russian roulette by putting winamp on random.
I succumbed to Doctor Who and have started from the beginning of the new incarnation. Thoughts of 'God, this is well naff' turned to feelings of unbridled amusement and joy. I don't quite think an addiction of epic scale has begun, but I'm certainly enjoying it.
Jesus. I thought I had more to say than this assortment of skittle-type fruityness. Apparently not
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Diego Maradona used his hands in football when he wasn't supposed to back in 1986, much to my joy. The Hand of God, indeed.
I've never understood the desire to name American Football as "football" when you're never bloody done picking it up, holding it, hugging it and chucking it around. American Football doesn't get much cred here because it's seen as rugby with padding, ergo the pansy sport. I don't understand either game, but then I've never really tried.
And, em, how bout those Green Bay Packers, eh? Think you cheeseheads'll win anything next season?
(I wiki'd them. It told me to call GBP fans cheeseheads. Blame wiki.)
Oh, and I left my dirty pictures in my other coat. And I left my coat somewhere inappropriate. I'm sure they'll turn up in the tabloids soon enough.
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I'd agree about pansy Rugby, except the velocities involved are much higher, and the players are much larger in American football. A 320 lb guy and a 225 lb guy coliding at a combined 40 mph is wicked.
It is an open question how Green Bay will do, but at least they will remain cold and crazy.
And the implication here is that you understand soccer. I am impressed.
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On ESPN with US pundits they seemed quite focused on talking about 'plays', rewinding it back, circling stuff and so forth. On British coverage you'll get replays of possible offsides or missed penalty decisions etc but less weight is put on the 'set play' side and more on key pieces of skill or ability. I think it's between viewing it tactically and organically... Perhaps. I'm not sure if that's quite true. I've still to figure that one out, but when I do it may hold the secret of why many Americans haven't taken to soccer.
A 320 lb guy and a 225 lb guy coliding at a combined 40 mph is wicked.
Ah! That's what American Football's all about! The violence and carnage! I'm sold.
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That's part of it, then there is the beauty of watching a guy return a kick 105 yards while evading 10.5 guys trying to level him. (Kickers usually only count for half-a-guy. Which also explains why soccer isn't bigger over here.) And the ultimate poetry in sport, seeing a player throw a ball 70 meters, and having it land precisely in the hands of another player running as fast as an Olympic sprinter. The team sport equivalent of a shattering orgasm.
And I agree about the organic nature of good soccer. Frankly, I tried it. Too much damn running, and I had bruises on my shins you would not believe. On the plus side, I did manage a couple broken bones on the other side, :)
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"Ahem", I believe it is your turn? Surely Hermione and Ginny did not leave off after one paltry interruption?
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