I was about to post a rant about "when did 'female' become a noun?" It has always been an adjective to me.
Of course, when I consult my dictionary (it's best to be sure of the facts before making a fool of yourself. If you're right, you're just a fool. If you're wrong you look like an idiot) I find that the good men and women at Oxford think it's a noun too.
So I'll keep my mouth shut.
Just out of curiosity, how many are there?
When I was still in Australia I'd listen to the mining business news on the radio every day. Just to hear Sinead Mangan's voice.
I feel so innocent. 54% pure, 46% corrupt. And only 34% weird.
With this group, the 400 question version might be more appropriate: It's been a while since I did this test, and my purity has dropped a lot. It's still not very impressive: 63.3% pure, 36.7% impure.
The definition of burlesque that seems most appropriate here is "A variety show characterized by broad ribald comedy, dancing, and striptease". According to the 400 point test, Rocky Horror counts.
I was googling for a Monkey Dust episode guide earlier (does anyone have one?), and stumbled across some good news. The second Goodies DVD is rumoured to be out in September. The only episode mentioned was the pirate radio one.
I was first online in 1990. Chatting was with "write" (or if you were real fancy, "talk"), but neither was used much. No mice, no graphics: just an 80x25 text screen. There was also the option of telnetting into a MUD. They were technically games, but most people I know mostly used them as a social forum.
Communication with people you knew was with email (I used elm). With people you didn't know it was usenet (nn). I still have that account, although it's changed hardware and OS a few times. And I still use elm and nn on it. If it ain't broke...!
"We'll never survive!" "Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has."
Its almost cheating to pick brilliant quotes from that movie. Every line qualifies.
I've done the Indian Pacific train across Australia. If you ever get a chance, it gets my recommendation. First class, of course.
My only criticism is that they don't stop the train overnight. Some of the more interesting parts (the approach to Adelaide when coming from Perth, for example. After the Nullarbor ANYTHING is interesting) are done in darkness. It would add a few more days, but this trip isn't about getting to the destination quickly.
I was greedy, and did get a round-the-world ticket. It was fantastic, but after four weeks I was ready to go home. Unfortunately I'd left the best until last. Easter Island is an amazing place.
My unfulfilled dream is to take a few months and spend it driving all the way around Australia. Following the coast, stopping where it looks interesting and spending a few days. A few side-trips into the interior. Going at my own pace. It's such a huge country and I have seen so little of it.
Would I want to travel alone, or with someone? A bit of both. I'm a terrible travelling companion. I'm incapable of following a pre-made plan. If I've decided to see a particular sight but spot something interesting on the way, the diversion might become the entire trip. Very often the things I want to do would bore other people silly: I spent ten minutes standing on the middle of the Tyne Bridge recently, waiting for the sun and clouds to arrange themselves just the way I wanted them for a photo.
But it would be nice to have someone to share the experience with.
Good question.
If I was in charge of the options there'd also be c: a woman with a small strap-on and d: none at all. The first time would be c. After that, either b, c, or d depending on the experience. With maybe a little temptation to try a.
But I'm not in charge. There's only a and b to choose from. So I'm going to go for a. So far I've been straight, but I'm not homophobic. Option a strikes me as the less scary, more comfortable choice. If that went well, I might give b a try. Or who knows - I might love it and want to try e: a man a with large penis. You never know until you give it a go.
Ooh! A munch that doesn't involve hours on a train? Count me in.
The Goodies rule! Get the DVD. When I watched them as a child it was just enjoyable silliness. But now I can appreciate the satire. All I need now is for them to release more than half a dozen episodes (and the rest of 'Allo 'Allo, and the Muppets).
That's my preferred chatroom. I like it. Honest. I really do like sitting alone in dark rooms talking to myself.
The over-enthusiastic auto-booting is annoying, but no one could accuse it of being too busy.
A few weeks ago I was in the local grog shop getting something to drink. In came a couple of girls with a portable stereo playing some not-too-bad music. The woman behind the counter asked to see some ID to check her age. The 26 year old was thrilled to bits. It's nice to see people made so happy by such a small thing.
When it was my turn to be served they asked me if I was over 18. But that was only as a joke. No one has mistaken me for a youngster for a very long time.
It's walking for me too. Don't let the rain stop you, Jags. It's not all that different from having a swim or a shower.
If I'm at work and can't go walking, nothing calms my poor little brain down better than a track by Mogwai called "Burn Girl Prom Queen". Beautiful.
The line between art and porn is not easy to find, and depends a lot on the viewer. It's not as simple as "show everything = porn, hide some bits = art". For me, it's the wrong question. I'd prefer to see art, regardless of how much is shown, or how.
Having said that, from my limited experience it's a lot easier to create something arty if you're not showing everything. Artistic explicitness requires more talent than I have. Not that it's easy to create something arty.
I'll always remember the Midlands Munch as the one where I met Harry, Carpathian, Artifcer, and Judy face to face (and in one case, lip to lip...) for the first time. If a couples-only social event excludes people like them, it's going to be so much poorer for it.
I understand a desire to restrict parties to couples. That's a very different environment, and people go for very different reasons. But I beg you, please keep the munches open to all.
I will be there, sans rabbit suit.