Saturday, December 06, 2003

Justin hate.
Why, o why, has he been nominated for 5 grammies? I thought grammies were meant to commemorate GOOD music? Not bloody Cry Me A River....
and album of the year? JUSTIFIED?....shoot me.

Of course, he hasn't won them yet, but he's going to win at least one, just to piss me off.

Friday, December 05, 2003

Oy vay...
Just looking at the current scoreboard of us vs Pakistan...looks bad..[given, there's only been 12 or so balls so far...]. 2/1....but what can i do? nothing! so i won't talk about it.

You will observe, if you click on the "one two three" above that they now actually work. Or they should. If they don't, i will be seriously annoyed. You will also observe that if you click on "cricket" under three, it doesn't work. That is because I am having much more difficulty that i anticipated in explaining what i love about cricket [just sticking a picture of Vettori there would be too easy...]

Anyway, that section is going to be me talking about things that I um, feel strongly about. Hence the name of the site, in part. Although it was mostly cos I was listening to the Doors and they were singing it ["hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?]. And to think i could have been listening to the Who, and then it would have been called Boris the Spider.....

[I like old music, incidentally. Go the classic rock.]

Well, I'll leave it there for today. I talk too much. :)
Random musician flavoured jokes...
Got these from my friend. Think I might have sent them to her originally, back in the day...I'd forgotten them.

  • Did you hear about the bass player that threw the drummer out of the
    band?
    Seems the drummer de-tuned one of the strings, and wouldn't tell him which one.

  • What did the guitarist do when he was told to turn on his amp?
    He caressed it softly and told it that he loved it.

  • Why don't bass players play hide and seek?
    Because no one will look for them.

  • How many guitar players does it take to change a light bulb?
    Twenty. One to change the bulb and nineteen to say they could have done it better.

  • How many bass players does it take to change a light bulb?
    None. The piano player can do that with his left hand.

  • What do you throw to a drowning guitar player?
    His amp.

  • What do you get when you drop a piano down a mine shaft?
    A flat minor.

  • Never trust someone who says they like avant-garde Jazz. They'll probably lie about other things too.

  • In the summertime, when the weather is fine...
    You can sit at home, and stay inside....cos there bain't anyone else to go to the beach with...
    I was meant to go into town today with my folks and go christmas shopping and go to the optometrist so she could look at my eyes and go "hmmm...." as they do, but then my appointment got cancelled. So my mother has gone into town with instructions to buy me togs and 20 christmas cards. That's gonna cost me a LOT in stamps...oh well.
    I came to the conclusion today that my mother is one of the nicest people in the world to me. I could not find my black shirt, right? And I wanted to wear my black shirt. [I was being quite juvenile about it really.] So she looked EVERYWHERE. Twice, even. And we didn't find it, so she ironed my pink shirt for me.

    And then I didn't even need to go into town, so it was a wasted effort. But she didn't mind. Even when I bitched at her when it's not her fault she didn't mind.

    Wish I knew where that bloody shirt was though. I WANT IT, DAMMIT.

    And anyway, returning to the niceness of my mother; she is going to drive me into town tomorrow although she has been in the last three days [it's a 45km drive] because i want to go in to see my mates. Even though I probably could have taken the bus in today and stayed an extra night if i'd really wanted to. [but i didn't, which might be why.]

    Anyway. I must be off to do the things that must be done...l

    Thursday, December 04, 2003

    There's something wrong with my head...

    For the last two days [and this morning] I've been getting these weird flashes of pain in the back of my head and it's starting to creep me out. I'll be sitting there fine as fine can be, and then OW! And by the time I've finished saying 'ow!' it doesn't hurt anymore, it's so fast. But I don't know what it's from and it disturbs me greatly....

    In other news, we lost the third one-dayer to Pakistan, [by 51 runs, which wasn't THAT bad, really. Given the inexperience of our side, and our lack of decent bowlers cos Tuffey and Oram were out.] which means we've lost the series [5 games.] but never mind. I'm sure we'll win ONE game.

    And now I think someone's home, so I'll go see if I should go to the doctor. I hate doctors...

    Wednesday, December 03, 2003

    It couldn't last.
    Ok. I know. A cricket post. But this picture [it's old, cos that guy in the middle getting his head patted by Vettori is Shane Bond, a New Zealand fast bowler who is currently out on injury and has been since the start of the year.] amuses me. McCullum's so short.

    He's the wicketkeeper. For ODI's [One Day Internationals]
    anyway. If we were to connect this to baseball, he'd be the shortstop, I think. Or the backstop. Or whatever it's called. I don't actually know how baseball works.
    And Fleming is the captain. Except Cairns is at the moment cos Flemings out on injury. Cairns isn't in this photp. But Oram is, he's behind McCullum. Not sure who that other guy is, behind Bond. Hmmm.

    Anyway, that was all completely irrelevant, and the truth is, I just wanted to post a picture of my boys. :)
    Baby steps...
    Well, it's going slowly but it's going. Now there's a commenty thingymawhatsit. So yay. And eventually [like maybe tomorrow..] there will be those other two links up the top there working.

    And that will be just lovely. :)

    I am fighting the urge to say anything about that game, because you know, I've already said too much about it, and it bores everyone stupid...

    So. How are you? I am...tired. Went to bed far too late last night for no good reason, just because I wanted to finish reading some crappy paperback called "Her Cowboy" or something equally lame, in which he, Kent Cutler, is a complete ....idiot to her, Brianne Gainsbourg [I think...doesn't really matter, does it?], and yet they fall in love, have passionate sex and get married.

    Would that life were really like that. I could go around be stunningly gorgeous, find an equally stunningly gorgeous man who just happens to be intelligent, thoughtful and macho-enough-not-to-be-a-wimp and we would ride off into the sunset on his Harley.

    Or something. But maybe not a Harley because that would end in me falling off and a trip to the hospital.
    Which would be a bit of an anticlimax, I would say.

    Hmmm. It's only the second of December. I have been doing absolutely nothing since about halfway through October. Except, for the last two weeks, trying to find a job. And then before those two weeks I was at university and had exams, so i suppose I could say I'd been studying, but that would be lying, because in reality I spent about 3 weeks doing little other than playing Uno.

    It's a good game.

    So, yes. My life is current very stagnant. I have all the interesting things I plan to do in the next two/three weeks written on my calendar, and it's all very sad. Can't wait til the Lord of The Rings comes out....Yay for New Zealand. Although it's distracting to watch sometimes cos you're like "I've been there!Been there! Hey, look, it's Martha! Hey, that's my cousin's horse! It's Matamata! It's Lower Hutt!"
    And so on and so forth.
    It's a good movie though. And I haven't even seen it yet.

    Now, since I have a CV to attack and make presentable, I had best go off and do that.
    And I didn't even talk about the cricket. [but never fear,there's another game tonight....]

    Tuesday, December 02, 2003

    And now I AM going to post a crying post..

    [note the excellent grammatical use of the same word in one sentence. Hmm.]

    WE LOST. :(
    By rather a lot really, which just goes to show that having faith is not the best of plans. It would be better to have good cricketers.

    Now, I shouldn't say that because
    a) they're a long sight better than I'll ever be
    and b) we HAVE good cricketers, unfortunately they are mostly either
    a) injured
    or b) worried about security and like being alive.

    so fair enough. We tried.

    Had a completely wasted day yesterday. Spent most of it on the phone [so not a complete waste?] .

    Am going into town today, to visit...three? of my friends. Possibly four, possibly two...depends on who i can talk into doing what.

    We shall see.

    Oh, and I HAVE to enrol for next year. Must do that. [university. second year. My god I'm old.]

    Now, if a bus comes at 10.30, and I am already showered and dressed, but not shoed, hair brused, foundationed or contacted at 20 to 10, at what time do i begin to do these things? Soon, that is the answer.

    In fact, the answer is NOW.

    Au revoir.

    Monday, December 01, 2003

    I was going to post a crying post of 143/1 off 29 overs...but then we got another wicket.

    So it's 148/2. Yay, Vettori. I love you, Vettori.


    [And I will talk about something else, eventually.]
    Make that 33/0 off 9.4.
    And she's back again. So, Mary, do you have a sad life?
    Why, yes I do. And that is why, lacking a TV with the ability to let me watch the cricket, or in fact, any TV at all, or a radio which allows me to listen to it;

    Instead, I get wonderful songs by Sir Howard Morrison [I think] called My Old Man's An All Black. I love this country.

    I am sitting on the net, at
    cricinfo.com, "watching" pakistan bat, or in actually fact watching the scoreboard.

    Jacob Oram is bowling from the Pavilion End, and Tuffey from the College End.
    Pakistan are 29/0 off 8.5 overs.

    Get a wicket, please, boys.

    One day I, the completely ignorant person that i am, will attempt to explain this wonderful game to anyone who cares.

    It's funny. This time two years...no, three, ago, I did NOT like this sport.

    How odd. What was I thinking?

    Anyway, give me a few days and I'll get on my feet.
    Okay. That is sorted out. Now, Welcome to this absolutely fabulous and completely temporary layout of Hello, I Love You, which would be the name of my wonderfully wonderful new blog, and yes, I have run out of adjectives.

    And it's only day one. How about that.

    You will notice [if you care to check], that none of the links work, as yet.
    This is because I'm lazy, and also because I have to do all my html in notepad, and being out of practice, it takes ages. Therefore, it will be at least wednesday before everything is running in the manner to which you should become accustomed.

    Now. Where was I?

    Hello, I Love You is the name of a song by The Doors. Just so you know.

    "Our summer game" is cricket, the summer game of New Zealand, which is where I live, and where it is summer.
    [not all the time, but currently.]

    Lina is wonderful for hosting me. Thank you!

    I am Mary. I used to have a site called the *nsyncerator and Lina used to host me back when she had chasezism.

    Ahhh, those were days. Back when I could still do decent html and not hide the fact i was making a website from my older brother in fear he'd disown me....

    Which is why I am now going to temporarily run and hide.

    Please excuse me.
    Hey. This is my first post...I'm just seeing what it looks like....so yeah...what does it look like? I will have to post this and see.

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