Sixteen "Facts"

Forgive me, for I have a music review draft saved here on blogger, but my brain is too gwushy to finish it off, as I had come down unexpectedly with a bout of rather intense food posioning.
Anyway, in an effort to divert my thoughts from the current unpleasant sensations, I found and completed this ickle 'tag blog' of sorts in which one is supposed to include sixteen random facts, musings, goals and other things of this nature in the list.
Some I have included are new, and others you may know if you are a devoted blog-reader/factoid whore.

1. I dislike the shape of mushrooms...they inspire hatred in my soul.

2. I make sound effects.

3. When all else fails, I break into accents of an assorted nature...it always works.

4. I enjoy being groped at gigs. It's all part of the experience!

5. I can swallow pills without water, and I trained myself to do so just in case I might be stranded on an island someplace.

6. The word 'log' makes me laugh.

7. I make it an effort to get people to say the word 'log' as many times as possible throughout the course of a day. Well, log or any other word I might feel like at the time.

8. I used to think that a piece of electrical machinery that resembled a large lollipop was the city's first defense for a possible giant attack, because as we know, giants love lollies.

9. Blokes in good bands are devilishly attractive. Yum yum.

10. I still think of the book titled "If I Had An Orange For A Bellybutton" to this day.

11. If it's one thing I have learned about sunglasses that are completely opaque, it's that people will do ANYTHING in front of you if they think you are sleeping.

12. I love professional wrestling. More people should watch it.

13. I find that most people criticise everything I do, regardless of the fact that it's not their business to begin with. It grates on my nerves.

14. I once almost choked on an oatmeal cream pie in a closet.

15. I used to know all the lyrics to the Phantom of the Opera when I was five.

16. I wish I had a watermelon.

If you so desire, you may repost with answers of your own!
:)
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Quoteable Quotes

I have been wanting to post a few more QQ's on here, but wasn't arsed to do so until now.
There are only a few at mo, but I fort they were ace.
:D

"An optimist believes we live in the best of all possible worlds.
A pessimist fears this is true."

"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries."

"There are lies, damn lies, and statistics."

Schopenhaven's Law of Entropy:
"If you put a spoonful of wine in a barrel full of sewage, you get sewage.
If you put a spoonful of sewage in a barrel full of wine, you get sewage."

"Posessions increase to fill the space available for their storage."

Non-Reciprocal Law of Expectation:
"Negative expectations yield negative results.
Positive expectations yield negative results."

"A drug is that substance, which when injected into a rat, will produce a scientific report."

Let Nothing Disturb You

I am not entirely sure what the name of this particular passage is, but I came across it the other day and loved it:

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you.
All things are passing;
God never changes.
Patience overcomes all things.
He who possesses God
lacks nothing.
God alone is sufficient.
-St Teresa of Avila, 1515 - 1582

Savvy?

Just a quick update to you all (whomever you are and wherever you are!) to say that I have not been trying to neglect my blog, but rather I have been going out a bit too much, sleeping not enough and have a bit of a runny nose.
Therefore, I will get my arse on here in the next day or two and post something of substance!
I so despise posting ickle entires...they look oh-so cheap.

Mushy lovies for you all!
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1234

As I took a peek at my blog tonight, I saw the hit counter had read 1234!
It won't read that now, but I did indeed see it.
:P

I promise for postings of a music-related nature coming up soon!

Sphinx
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This Much I Know

I had come across this article the other day, and though it is somewhat recent, I love the content.
And since I am constantly attempting to curb my Noel Fielding obsession (attempting being the operative word la), it slakes my lust in a small way. :P
In case you haven't seen it already, without further adieu, I give thee:

This much I know
Noel Fielding, comedian, 35, London
Interview Eva Wiseman guardian.co.uk, Sunday May 25 2008 00.03 BST
The Observer, Sunday May 25 2008 Article history

Fame is a bit Nietzschean.
For everything good, something bad happens to you, so you have to sort of be careful.

My mum and dad are quite hippyish, so I'm pretty naive.
I take everyone at face value.

When you're famous you can't go to Topshop.
Even when I disguise myself in a moustache, baseball cap, sunglasses - the full Madonna kit - it doesn't work: my stupid face is too big.

The more people drink, the more they want from you.
At 9 o'clock people want a photo, at 10 o'clock they want you to write them an essay, and at 1 in the morning, they want you to speak to their nan, who named a dog after you - which is a true story.

Gay people are all like Superman.
You have to be quite strong to be gay - or to be different in any way. You build special muscles.

I'm strong, like a flea.
A really powerful flea.

The more glam you look and the more you believe your own hype, the more likely you are to get your head cut off.
I learned that when I saw a dragonfly being decapitated by ants.

Some people have a fear of being on stage.
I have a fear of coming off it.

Stand-up is like school.
When you're not very good, you're a supply teacher and the kids will run riot. Bill Hicks was a headmaster; I'm getting up to being maybe a part-time French teacher.

Trousers can never be too tight.
You have to go through a couple of days of pain, then everything stretches out.

I visited a friend in Leicester recently.
It was 4am, and we all ran round in a circle, six of us. It's the most fun I've had since I was seven. And I thought: it's not about drink, or drugs, or fancy clubs. It's about running around in your socks, changing direction! In a front room in Leicester.

There's not enough psychedelic stuff on TV.
I want the world to be a bit weirder than it is. I hate reality, so I hate reality TV. But I love Columbo.

We're attracted to dark stuff as human beings.
I know it's wrong, but I love guns.

When I was 14, I saw someone getting their face and wrists slashed with a knife in a pub in Catford.
Nobody lifted a finger. That's when I realised that violence wasn't funny. At all.

I never did that badly with women when I wasn't on telly, but it's a bit out of control now.
Women try it on with me more than I'm comfortable with. It's strange, because I think I look like a troll wearing a woman's wig backwards.

I'm a mischievous drunk.
I hate the kind of drunks that you have to run away from when you see that look in their eyes like they're planning to kill you and wear your skin as a leisure suit.

I like what Little Britain is doing, but when you get as popular as that, it becomes something else other than comedy, like bread or oranges or wallpaper.

With the Boosh we take something like a merman and give him a vagina and make him look a bit like Rick James and get him to play the funk. That's what we do.

It's important to keep the chain of influences going.
Someone you admire likes Bob Dylan, who likes Woody Guthrie... It's important, otherwise people just disappear.

I don't have back-to-front ram's legs, but I feel like I have.
All of my comedy stems from the fact that I feel like I'm half-man, half-animal. A man is funny, but a man with antlers is hilarious. And I'm going to see this experiment through to the end.

Ah, dear, dear Noel.
What a lovely soul.
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You're just something to miss...

Felt like posting summat, though don't know exactly what I have to say.
These past couple of weeks have been rather up and down...I really don't know how to look at them tbh.
Things have been said and done to make me think things.
But of course, my inner doubts rule me into thinking that this could possibly be the most absurd thing on the face of the earth.
Why me and etc?
Meh.
Not to sound totally immature and high-schooly...it is more or less me waiting for the words, and if those words never come, then being content in waiting.
Not that anything I've said makes sense.


My birthday turned out well weird, but here I am, another year older I guess.
Halloween came and went with a bang, as threw a rather sucessful bash and even dressed up as a bag of jellybeans to boot.
Been a bit lonely I reckon, and a bit impatient as well.
Why impatient you might ask?

I guess it's because there are those times where things get to you more than others.
It just seems like I'm sitting here wasting away, waiting for things to happen.
And these things I am waiting for seem like they are right in my reach sometimes, and other times they seem like an impossible dream.
I know I shouldn't be discouraged, but am very frustrated at mo.
Whenever I try to communicate with people about my indecision in life, all I get is nagativity and opposition.
They tell me that I need to do things instead of sitting and talking about them.
The thing is that I don't just sit and talk about them.
I just don't know where to begin or even which direction to look in.
As I look back on things, I see that I have been relativley unsucessful in my endeavours.
This gives me an inherently defeatist attitude...of which I am well aware is not a positive thing.

But meh...if.