Friday, October 20, 2006
You know what just hit me?
I just wrote over 10,000 words on the symbolism of numbers.
I said that to the Giant Ginga (forgotten his nickname...but that's the Giant Ginga with the best pick up line ever: "it's time for the hot meat injection!"...if he gets any off that, I'm frightened)....anyway, I told him about my research and he was all like "Oh, that'd be right up your street!"
I am a freak, clearly. Do I have a big sign on my head saying "I like numbers!"? Cos I really don't like them that much. Although the number three is a favourite of mine....
And now that sounds dirty. I was just meaning that three is exciting. And I'm really not making this better. It's the first plane shape, people! Triangles! The basis of form! Maths!
I said that to the Giant Ginga (forgotten his nickname...but that's the Giant Ginga with the best pick up line ever: "it's time for the hot meat injection!"...if he gets any off that, I'm frightened)....anyway, I told him about my research and he was all like "Oh, that'd be right up your street!"
I am a freak, clearly. Do I have a big sign on my head saying "I like numbers!"? Cos I really don't like them that much. Although the number three is a favourite of mine....
And now that sounds dirty. I was just meaning that three is exciting. And I'm really not making this better. It's the first plane shape, people! Triangles! The basis of form! Maths!
My Favourite Dentist is Dead
According to iTunes, via Steff, there is a French band that goes by this fabulous name. And they have songs called God. And Naked Lunch. I would like to hear them. They sound extremely random.
In other news, I have this to say:
1. My hair is interesting. Last week it underwent transformation from light brown to patchy ginger (courtesy of home dye job) to scary light blonde (courtesy of hairdresser - was meant to break up ginger 'subtly', cost lots of money) to light brown (courtesy of nice boss hairdresser - i went back and wept on his shoulder -figuratively -and he fixed it). Now the dye is settling down it's a bit coppery but I'm sure it's getting lighter everyday. What happens when the dye comes out? Will I be scary blonde again? Time will tell.
2. We beat South Africa in the cricket. Yay. And Australia got beaten by the West Indies. Yay. And we are playing Sri Lanka tomorrow. Yay. It's exciting. I love cricket.
3. On that subject, I was recently naming my children (as you do, when you don't have children or any show of having any in the near future), but had to stop when I realised I had a Jacob, a Dan, and was contemplating a Stephen...and was naming them after the Black Caps. No Brendons though. Icky. (Not McCullum; just the name).
4. Also randomly was contemplating my name if I was to marry (it was a long bus trip, okay?). Had never thought of it before, but must never marry Boy Next Door (not that was planning on it, but still): consder the name - Mary Next Door. Sounds remarkably like where criminals go to die. Except obviously not when in code. Man, I feel like a spy.
5. What happened to your keyboard/life, Steff?
In other news, I have this to say:
1. My hair is interesting. Last week it underwent transformation from light brown to patchy ginger (courtesy of home dye job) to scary light blonde (courtesy of hairdresser - was meant to break up ginger 'subtly', cost lots of money) to light brown (courtesy of nice boss hairdresser - i went back and wept on his shoulder -figuratively -and he fixed it). Now the dye is settling down it's a bit coppery but I'm sure it's getting lighter everyday. What happens when the dye comes out? Will I be scary blonde again? Time will tell.
2. We beat South Africa in the cricket. Yay. And Australia got beaten by the West Indies. Yay. And we are playing Sri Lanka tomorrow. Yay. It's exciting. I love cricket.
3. On that subject, I was recently naming my children (as you do, when you don't have children or any show of having any in the near future), but had to stop when I realised I had a Jacob, a Dan, and was contemplating a Stephen...and was naming them after the Black Caps. No Brendons though. Icky. (Not McCullum; just the name).
4. Also randomly was contemplating my name if I was to marry (it was a long bus trip, okay?). Had never thought of it before, but must never marry Boy Next Door (not that was planning on it, but still): consder the name - Mary Next Door. Sounds remarkably like where criminals go to die. Except obviously not when in code. Man, I feel like a spy.
5. What happened to your keyboard/life, Steff?
