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It's a second-hand name, so if you're here looking for a previous infinitemonkeys, who was maybe a serial killer or similar, well, that's not me. All the names I wanted were owned by someone who hasn't written a dicky bird for five years. Selfish name-squatting buggers. Anyway, this one is a sea area, like my other LJ name. HO, I SEE WOT I DID THAR.

Anyway, hello. Unfriending amnesty is still on btw. Feel at liberty to say byeee.

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Oh, DVD player, DVD player, you're about one bloody step from me running over you in my car. Over and over again while laughing maniacally, in the pouring rain. Possibly with some blood-curdling music, like The Omen crossed with EastEnders.

I ask you to record *one* thing all week (well, all right , three things this week, but I've been very undemanding all summer) and you can't even bloody crank into action to record The Waters of Mars while I am sweating, swearing and cussing at work until 9pm. Useless godforsaken three hundred bloody quid pile of junk, you are a sack of shite, and I shall never darken John Lewis's towels again. FFS.

So, instead of getting home and watching The Waters of Mars, I am watching I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here and heckling the television like a saddo.

However, I have discovered a very wonderful thing, albeit about forty years after everyone else -- Twitter [@93562710 since you didn't ask]. I don't particularly want it to become a major means of non communication, I just want to read the heckling. I've followed a bunch of well-known comedians who I previously imagined would spend their Saturdays quaffing expensive wine and spouting witticisms at each other like some kind of Stoke Newington Algonquin round table. But NO! I am happy to note that every sadarse loser man-jack of them also spent his/her Saturday evening watching The X-Factor and heckling electronically. :::hearts:::

Speaking of The X-Factor -- much as I love American Idol, and I do, particularly the funny face SCowl pulls when he's trying to suppress the kind of sarcasm that would get him run out of the country (sort of as though someone put the froth on his coffee by snottering into it but he knows he has to drink it. Well, that or wind) The X-Factor is, without doubt, superior.

See, now I *love* American Idol and the singing is probably better -- but did it have a No 1 recording artist running onstage when, say, Sanjaya was singing, with a pineapple on his head? Did it? No! It fucking did not! Total lack of pineapples.

So, you see, if you lot across the Atlantic hadn't had that stropfit in 1776, you too could have Calvin Harris invading the stage with a pineapple on his head while Jedward were "singing". I see that Jedward got through tonight as well, despite having an amount of talent that could only be measured by a mass spectrometer. The irritating little feckers.

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So now I can't check LJ, or go back to Twitter because I am avoiding Doctor Who spoilers. Fortunately, the gorgeous Elbow are on the South Bank Show for a proper highbrow profile thingie. ::::Guy, I luff you, call me:::: (let's see whether the universe is bending to my psychic orders)

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Speaking of spoilers, DO NOT spoil yourself for next Wednesday's Spooks. The episode itself is a bit of a retread of earlier, better stories, with about 40 minutes of low-level tedium with insufficient action from the regulars. But then there's ten minutes of exciting action and ten solid minutes of HOLY SHIT YOU DID NOT DO THAT. In a good way.

I have this theory, based on nothing more than slight spoilers and the fact that it got flap all publicity before it started, that this is the last series of Spooks. I think that maybe Harry and Ruth are going to get a happy ending. But really, who knows -- they could just as easily turn it into Blake's Seven

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My *ahem* has five hours to go. Still I hate my DVD recorder very much.

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But not as much as I hate work at the moment. Let us not speak of it.

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Happy birthday to sharinlilbit

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And now I am off work for a week \0/ x million.


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Nov. 16th, 2009 12:35 pm (UTC)
Hmm - I started to read this as I ate breakfast - so not my best time of day. That's why it took me at least a minute to get past the concept of Sea Area Infinitemonkeys before I realised that you meant that you had another LJ that isn't this one.

Wanders off to find someone with user name 'Dogger'...!!

But not before I mention that Basker has just out-cuted everything else on the net.
Nov. 16th, 2009 12:56 pm (UTC)
I'm sure there's one somewhere. *g* There's a tyneforth. I think there should be a tyneforth_daley but I suspect there isn't.
Nov. 16th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
OH GOD, THAT DOG. ::burbles at the screen:: That is WEAPONS-GRADE cuteness right there, be careful where you point it!

(Also, new name! Greetings, and awesome.)

Gah, I am jealous of your off-work-for-a-week-ness. I feel the only thing that unemployment did was to give me a taste for extended periods of loafing, and all smaller increments of loafing are unsatisfying. It doesn't help that quite literally all of my time off (save for one precious day) has been spent on my family members: I love them, but anything involving parents does not constitute a proper vacation.

I'm terribly sorry about Rob. Mostly because dogs are wonderful and I hate them to go, but also in small part because damn, what timing!
Nov. 17th, 2009 01:23 am (UTC)
Hi Hello!
Wee Basker is adorable.

:: smooches all of you ::
Nov. 17th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC)
Sea areas! I am too gleeful. Dogger Fisher German Bight etc.

The dog is much to cute to live. You must watch out for the balancing fates of the universe. Something that georgeous is bound to have a equal but opposite fugly effect somewhere. Beware unexpected moustaches.
Nov. 19th, 2009 03:31 am (UTC)
Basker is adorable. And I generally approve of black and white animals.
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