Saturday natter

[prillalar]

Sometimes when I'm at work, reading tech news and such, I send myself email messages saying: blog this!

And since nobody has the nerve to disobey me, not even myself, here we are.

Apparantly there are secret discussion groups in Hollywood which account for movies like Kangaroo Jack getting made. This freaking scares me:

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/11.05/hollywood.html

Also, whilst looking at a webdesigner's website (in horror, I might add) I found a link to someone who was hawking a book called:

Dance With the Sunbeams of Life

Make sure you do, now.

In other news, my computer died but Norton resurrected it, I'm tearing through my Blackadder DVDs at an alarming rate, and going to the liquor store when you've been drinking is remarkably like going to the grocery store when you're hungry.

Comments

[meacoustic.livejournal.com]

That article is certainly interesting, and also kind of creepy in that after I read it I thought, "It's the PR DEVILS!"

*sighs* *kicks Datalounge-Domlijah'ers*

[prillalar]

lol! I'd forgotten about the PR DEVILS! *g*

[minitrog.livejournal.com]

Dance With the Sunbeams of Life

Heh. You think that's bad? I copy this from a mate's locked entry...

"I am a bad, bad, BAD, bad person, but... currently very grateful to the Random function on LJ for finding me porcelain_heart and making me profoundly glad that I will never be young again."

porcelain_heart totally "dances with the sunbeams of life". And I sincerly hope I'm a mummified corpse before she gains her majority!

[prillalar]

At least she has the excuse of youth. The author of this book should have known better.

I think I'll dance with the pints of Guinness of life.