Happy Birthday Helen
Monday August 11th 2008
It's Helen's birthday! Round about. OK, I'm awful with dates but I know it's about this time of year. So, happy birthday! :D
I made this image to celebrate!
:D
It's Helen's birthday! Round about. OK, I'm awful with dates but I know it's about this time of year. So, happy birthday! :D
I made this image to celebrate!
:D
I would like to announce to the world that thanks to some major international money trading operations, I am now a multi-millionaire, and hence from this date forwards shall only be associating with the kind of people who sit in leather armchairs at the West Australian Club, smoking cigars, sipping port, reading The Times and making strange grunting noises (such as 'hrumph!' and 'pshaw!') at the antics of the common folk.
Or rather that's what I would be doing if said international money trading operations didn't consist of winning an eBay auction, and the 50 million dollars I am now in possession of didn't happen to be 50 million Zimbabwean dollars - and hence barely enough to buy half a loaf of bread.
Oh well. At least I can dream of casting all my friends aside and joining the ranks of the elite ;)
The other week it was the season finale of Spooks , a show that I rarely get to watch because the ABC puts it on at such ridiculous times. I decided to stay up and watch it this particular Friday however as the plot involved the Thames Flood Barrier - a feat of engineering I've always generally approved of, and the flooding of London, something I've generally approved of (at least in fiction) ever since I started reading FreakAngels.
(And yes, readers in the UK will at this point be scoffing and making general noises of disdain about how the Thames Flood Barrier episode is old and how the UK has got much better episodes now and Australia is so backwards. Well, when it comes to the ABC's showing of Spooks I wholeheartedly agree.)
Anyway at one point during the episode one of the characters - the one who lost his wife a while back (I see the show so rarely that I don't know the names of any of the characters so that description will have to do) - is having a nervous breakdown in the bowels of the Barrier (do flood barriers have bowels?). This is indicated by the well established trope of fixing the camera on his face, and having him go spinning around and around, so his head remains stationary while the background whirls around wildly. An effective visual metaphor for a mind gone out of control.
Except that it didn't do that for me. All I could think of while watching it was "da dadada da dadadada da da dadada da da dadadada da DA DADADA DA! These are the surprising adventures of Sir Digby Chicken Caesar featuring me, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar in my ongoing quest to find my nemesis, some bastard who's presumably behind it all...".
Another perfectly good cinematic communication method ruined by comedians. Curse you Mitchell and Webb! :D