Must be spring oop north.
;)
No, he appeared to just disappear. Maybe Mrs Jocky thought he was flirting with sound!
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Perhaps, everyone is painting, wallpapering and trimming the sheep. I have spring fever, It starts in winter and continues past summer:lol:
Nah, Mrs Jocky isn't one for leaving the web for that; she would have him massacre me with eloquent Shakespearean passages that I didn't understand:confused5:
The local haunts with the guys sounds almost as good:cheers2: Didn't the Mrs all ready figure you were mad when you showed up in Texas...It takes way too much gumption to live there, and then there's the weather...
I have noticed that women from Texas are the most beautiful of all 50 states; is the Mrs a former beauty queen?
Aye, spring has finally sprung up 'ere.
I can get on with some manly outdoor pursuits like building things with stones again.:rolleyes:
I like to keep an eye on what Google is serving us up, and here's today's serving:
http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s...ist/litnet.jpg
We have to transplant a few of you "mens men" to the states...A man who builds things, what a phenomena!
Oh, how I wish it was 69 degrees Farenheit all of the time here...well, maybe a few days for the beach. My daughter went out for a short walk a few days ago and came home with a mean burnt back. It also always feels like you're in a microwave.
Next thing you know, they will be advertising strip clubs and escort services...Oh gosh, did I just see my picture on that pole:smilielol5:
It's a nice balmy 16-18 here at the moment. Just right. We don't want no 27-30s. (I can't think in Faren- thingy, it's got to be nice simple celsius).
By the way - I've been busy, and the decorating is still not finished. I've got a long wekend coming up though.:biggrin5:
That would never do in Merrie old England- 55 Degrees! We chaps would never be able to do any decorating at all! :wink5:
I'm thinking I may soon be called upon to decorate the bedroom. We got a new bed the other day and I am informed that it doesn't match the room. I feel out manovered.:confused5:
Ug, you want bad weather, it's snowing in April here in Montreal.
And to think I used to renovate houses for a living.
The mere thought of a paintbrush makes me break out in cold sweat these days.
I used to specialise in doing feature murals, which was pretty popular. There are still a load of kids' bedrooms around Auckland with my murals on the walls.
If there are nine circles of hell, wallpapering is about the forth, painting about the second. Preparation, (moving furinture, rolling up carpets and "storing" it all in the bathroom etc)is about the fifth.
The Alternitive is a trip to Dunelms with Mrs P. Dunelms is a soft furnishings emporium, that for us manly chaps is like being plunged into the very centre of Hell. First of all Its hot and stuffy in there (as you'd expect of course.) Everything is frilly and pastel. The demons of torment appear as blue rinse widow-pensioners, cluttering up the aisles and smelling of lavender and wee.
Once in there your opinion will be sought, but never valued. Identical towels will be held up for you to pass judgement over. "blush pink or dusky rose, which do you like," and you can't just shrug, oh no, you must give a full answer, stating your reasons, and when you do, all you get is a sad shake of the head and a pitying look, wrong again!
Now I am along way from being a dominant-male type of husband, but my input in our daily life is not insignificant- in the usual run of things. However there is something at work in Dunelms that diminishes a chap. I feel myself shrinking, becoming more and more insignificant, I slouch along behind Mrs P (by now I will have been given her handbag to hold so she can rummage,) an annoying but necessary beast of burden. Occasionally we pass another couple, the man bent and defeated. Briefly our eyes will meet before we look back down at our shoes.
Not only is our paint not suitable for under 55; but the wind blows right through our polyester schivies...
Mrs P is certainly a sly one; she should start a seminar tour...
There is something to be said for all of that cold weather; I never see a fat Canadian!
Do you still use oil paint there. Ours is mostly plastic nowadays...I hate it.
You should put up some of your murals; I'd like to see them! How do you paint over a mural. I have some in my room; I'm not sure if I'll get an even tone when I cover them.
Sounds like pure torment!
So that's what wall fabric smells like; I thought it was a preservative...no wonder the bugs are mad for it. They won't even let real moire into our country.
It's still not as bad as women's clothing shops.
Standing around trying not to look like a pervert, trying to avoid looking anywhere bear the visible ankles of women dropping their jeans, the sideways glances from women coming into the shop.
Why do women want a man to accompany them into that atmosphere? It's like inviting a woman into a urinal, but we men have more class than that.
Usually.
It's 5.40am and Countdown is on the telly. How long has Gwyneth Paltrow worked on the show?
I'd watch Gwyneth Paltrow anywhere.
The perfect middle ground; near enough to frown at the costly choices but far enough not to sneeze because of all the overwhelming perfumes!
I have my house half painted; but the wood fascia is rotting and is a real annoyance to try to cover over. It's too far gone to patch and too new to replace.
While I was never masochistic enough to ask for Mr Sounds opinion on my choice of clothes; he frequently felt the urge to advise me that my shoulder pads made me look as if I had no neck, that ruffles made me look off balance...perhaps it would have been easier to take him shopping instead of hearing him complain later. I began to find that the clothes he liked least were everyone elses favorites.
Is she still around; I thought she had went into retirement after having children all named after fruit.
She honestly called her kid Cumquat?
Is she aiming to marry Bob Geldof next?
Fortunately, the second child was born a boy; so he didn't wind up with the name of a fruit like her first child, Apple. I just looked up the boys name: Moses, I guess she located him amidst a bit of overgrown brush:reddevil:
You never know with the stars; they'll do practically anything to avoid being ordinary!
We have a big new shiny Ikea which is the very devil. To enter you have to get the one-way-lift to the 6th floor, and try to work your way down, walking past ll the stuff.
Some of the food is nice though.
And they send their kids to the All-the other-kids are- called -stupid - things-too school. So it doesn't matter.
Okay, now I'm totally confused! All this time I thought the sexy criminal from diehard, Alan Rickman, was married to Emma Thompson and they had two funny looking children...i just heard from another fan on the net that Emma is married to some fellow named Greg...I swear, I can't keep up with them.
That reminds me, don't children loose their front teeth at 7; Angelina jolies kid is still 3; because Angelina still has to be 34...but it is losing it's front teeth...
By the way, who was hotter in her day, Gweneth or her mom...I thought her mom was quite a looker
I've seen some nice looking stuff from Ikea; but I was already miffed when America went from wood funiture and flooring to MDF; but I got used to it because the stuff lasts forever. Now, they have this thin stuff that breaks when the cat jumps on it; and people are trying to put a 60" television on it. I have tons of books and even my oak and pine bookcases are complaining...What do people have against wood; it lasts forever!
Maybe she's a closet Polynesian?
Aside from the world-famous Jonah Lomu, Polynesians have an odd knack of giving peculiarly Biblical names to their kids, lots of Noahs and Lots and Moseses around here.
What in the zarking fardwarks is that avatar?
:shocked:
Cleaning its teeth must take hours!
Usually the first four are all gone by 7
And costs more.
Not to mention, wood doeesn't fit into the 21st century consumer lifestyle/society. What possible use is it to a manufacturer to make something which will last for centuries? Where are you going to get repeat orders?
Navigating Ikea is the hardest thing that I've ever had to do.
That might be it; I didn't realize you were close to all of that great Polynesian food and beaches...
Pauls avatar looks like one of our American actors...way back in the time where we were trying to show how accepting of other nationalities we were by finding people who looked and acted most stereotypical:frown2:
Ahah, I thought the public records that put Angelina Jolie at 45 were more accurate...The kids will have their wisdom teeth and still be wearing pull ups.
I think the 21st century consumer better start rethinking our plans and stop throwing out grandmas bedframes and dads old ford; our pockets are empty and our furniture and cars are falling apart before we are finished making our credit card payments with the 23% interest.:rage:
Juniper, is that you, you're so pretty. They tend to make stores hard to navigate when they want you to look at everything and buy more...do you think it works?
I still like doing my shopping on the computer.
Auckland is about 15% Polynesian.
Samoa, Tonga, Cook Islands, Nuie, Nauru, Palau - take your pick. More of their citizens live in Auckland than in their homeland.
Not to mention throwing grandma and grandpa out with the woven bedspring!
The avatar is Dwayne Dibley from an episode of Red Dwarf. The character is usually called Cat - who evolved over millions of years from the original shps cat on the Red Dwarf spaceship, and is ususally super-cool. I forget what happens in the episode, but the cool Cat gets transformed into Dwayne.
It was a good series with lots of time slip, black hole, robot, computer, virtual world simultion, sci-fi in jokes.
It's here because of the geek celebration thread.
In that case, I'm astounded I didn't realise it, but it's years since I've seen any of RD.
In fact, I nearly fell over the other day when someone's tv happened to be on Coro St and who's on screen but that smegging git Lister!
I watched for a minute in case Kryten popped up.