My VCR hates me. Any chance it gets to screw me over it takes. This evening I commanded it to record "The Peter Serafinowicz Show", a simple enough task. To an extent it has done as I asked except it has chosen to leave out the sound. Given that the majority of Serafinowicz's comedy relies on the ability to hear him the recorded footage is utterly worthless. So cheers for that you obsolete piece of crap. I'm gonna junk you and get SkyPlus, but I wont be able to play my extensive collection of video tapes. You win again then you bastard. I'll have to keep you around cos I'm too cheap to buy "Elvira: Mistress of the Dark" on DVD. You better like that movie you son of a bitch cos its the only thing you'll be playing til you eventually rot.
I bet now it'll chew up my precious Cassandra Petersen movie just to piss me off.
Had an appointment for someone to attack my hair with scissors, or a hair cut as some people call it. Since the same hairdressers are doing my sisters hair for her wedding next week I got quizzed on some of the details. Like what does her dress look like? Despite having seen it and possibly commenting on it I have no idea. It looks like a dress, since I have no interest in it my brain doesn't file it for reference. My brain realizes its a dress and thats in the same category as "Football" and "What happened in some soap opera" so just moves on to something more entertaining. This isn't that I don't care but not being a girl or a safe gay friend in a Hollywood comedy a dress is a dress. The only slightly interesting thing about them is the bit were they come off, or how much cleavage they show. Given that its my sister wedding dress those two factors don't come into play.
So to get back to my point, I had no idea what it looked like and was heavily criticized for this. I tried to defend myself to adding I have no idea what the suit I've seen and been fitted for looks like, I'm just not good at these things. Apparently though these things are very important, perhaps more so than the actually ceremony. i told them if they were that concerned they could hang around the Oriel House next Friday and see for themselves. Failing that I'll bring a picture next time I need a scissor monkey to tidy my hair.
I think I got it cut too short as well, hair products seem to have no effect on styling it. Also It appears the last dye job I did was a bit patchy. Couldnt tell before cos there was other hair to cover the patchy bits. I look forward to a time when you can genectically change hair colour and not have to pour evil chemicals all over your head. Plus I suspect its a bit too red and my employers will have a problem with that, sack of boring bastards that they are.
And that was today.
I bet now it'll chew up my precious Cassandra Petersen movie just to piss me off.
Had an appointment for someone to attack my hair with scissors, or a hair cut as some people call it. Since the same hairdressers are doing my sisters hair for her wedding next week I got quizzed on some of the details. Like what does her dress look like? Despite having seen it and possibly commenting on it I have no idea. It looks like a dress, since I have no interest in it my brain doesn't file it for reference. My brain realizes its a dress and thats in the same category as "Football" and "What happened in some soap opera" so just moves on to something more entertaining. This isn't that I don't care but not being a girl or a safe gay friend in a Hollywood comedy a dress is a dress. The only slightly interesting thing about them is the bit were they come off, or how much cleavage they show. Given that its my sister wedding dress those two factors don't come into play.
So to get back to my point, I had no idea what it looked like and was heavily criticized for this. I tried to defend myself to adding I have no idea what the suit I've seen and been fitted for looks like, I'm just not good at these things. Apparently though these things are very important, perhaps more so than the actually ceremony. i told them if they were that concerned they could hang around the Oriel House next Friday and see for themselves. Failing that I'll bring a picture next time I need a scissor monkey to tidy my hair.
I think I got it cut too short as well, hair products seem to have no effect on styling it. Also It appears the last dye job I did was a bit patchy. Couldnt tell before cos there was other hair to cover the patchy bits. I look forward to a time when you can genectically change hair colour and not have to pour evil chemicals all over your head. Plus I suspect its a bit too red and my employers will have a problem with that, sack of boring bastards that they are.
And that was today.