Sunday, 29 May 2011

I really like drinking tea

Like all British people I drink a lot of tea. Some say too much, but I say that there is no such thing as too much. And sometimes with my hectic and stressful life, I end up drinking coffee instead, but what I really love is tea. It is bloody delicious. Nice 'n strong. No sugar. Tiny bit of milk.

I mainly drink breakfast tea, but I also like green tea, jasmine tea and rooibois.

Yum yum yum yum yum.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Ooh, I can be *such* a bitch!

People never change their minds. OK, they do, but not often. Even when presented with devastatingly powerful evidence, people still cling onto their convictions. This is well known in science.... In science, people rarely change their minds about theories they hold dear, it's just that eventually all the people who support the bad theories die and are replaced by new generations of scientists who have been brought up on the newer, better theories. If you want a recent example, look up the "Steady State" vs. "Big Bang" theories. The "Steady State" theory has been long forgotten, nowadays, not because its exponents were ever convinced by the "Big Bang" theory, but because they died.

Another example is theism vs. atheism. It is extremely rare to see somebody switch sides. But anyway,what got me thinking about this is that on the rare occasion that we have an argument, it always follows a predictable formula which looks something like this:

The loop doesn't go on forever though. I try to brake the cycle by changing the subject... this works for a while until we dive back into the argument. :D It's a good job I love her (and she's hot).

Anyway, I don't think I can be bothered to write any more and you certainly can't be bothered to read it.

Love and kisses,
x x x

Saturday, 21 May 2011

A quick hello...

Hey there guys :o)

Things have been pretty quiet on here for the past week or so because I am right in the middle of exams. 3 down, 3 to go. They're all going well so far, and hopefully this is a trend that will continue.

I assure you that by the end of next week, I'll be back into the blogosphere to carry on with my usual onslaught of wit and wisdom.

Love and kisses.

Sunday, 15 May 2011

Summer of Love

It seems my blog posts are getting lazier. Last time was a YouTube video and this time, a link to some awesome art by a guy named Saiman Chow. See his website here.

His work is beautiful, surreal and humourous. I first found out about him when a friend linked me to his 'Summer of love' collection which features pencil drawings of interspecies passionate kisses such as this sensual union between a lady and a pussy-cat.

There are more on Saiman's website, which I wholeheartedly recommend you check out.

That's all for now, peeps! :o)

Wednesday, 11 May 2011

Colin Hammer: Urban Survivor

There are already a lot of good blogs around which link to funny/great YouTube videos, and I don't want to tread on their toes but when I saw this I couldn't resist sharing it with my loyal and loving followers.

This is the first episode. There is another one on YouTube. I know it's 10-minutes long and your paltry attention spans can't manage that, but trust me when I say that it is worth the effort even if you have to crack out the Ritalin. :P

I hope you enjoy it and share it with your friends :D

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Too many clothes; not enough space...

My girlfriend recently moved in with me. She brought with her several square kilometres* of absolute junk. She doesn't agree that it is junk, though. She says it is "clothes, jewellery, make-up and pretty-things."
Whatever it is, the fact of the matter is that there is just not enough room for it all. I love her and everything, but no man should have to put up with this amount of crap in his house.

So, I began to look for solutions, and it turns out that this problem is one which has troubled philosophers such as Socrates and Plato, right through to Descartes and Bentham; and one which continues to bewilder 21st century thinkers such as Brian Cox and Richard Dawkins.

I think I might have found the answer, though. A young scholar named Tinie Tempah (seen below) writes:

"I've got so many clothes, I keep some at my Aunt's house"

Hopefully this is a piece of advice that my girlfriend will be willing to adhere to because the current arrangement of girly-crap all over my beloved bachelor-pad is unsustainable. Does anybody else have this problem?

*kilometres are what British people call 'kilometers'

Sunday, 8 May 2011

Look at these chickens!

Just a short post today. I wasn't planning on updating until after the weekend but I thought of this and I couldn't resist.

A few of my friends keep chickens and so I have become familiar with a fair few of the rarer and more exciting breeds. My favourite type, though, are these Silke hens, which I fell in love with from the moment I first encountered one.

Now, how adorable is that? Silke hens just look so preposterous, they should only be found in a Pixar or Dreamworks film. But they real, and they walk around my friend's back garden. I've spent many a happy hour in the sunshine with a cup of tea, watching these fantastic creatures wander around.

That's all, folks.
Peace and love!

Friday, 6 May 2011

Female Badminton Players MUST Wear Skirts

The Badminton World Federation has decided that the best way to promote the sport will be to appeal to fans more base instincts... as of June 1st 2011, all female badminton players will have no option but to wear shorts if they want to compete... I'm not kidding here, the only reason behind the move is to make the girls look more "stylish and aesthetic" on order to attract more people to watch the events.

I am speechless.

Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely in favour of athletic young ladies wearing skirts, but introducing rules like this, seems a little bit backwards. The BWF are already facing criticism from many groups, expecially from people like the Pakistan Badminton Federation who say that the rule offends their religious sensibilities (an entirely different issue).

I wonder what will come of this? I'm sure other sports have uniform regulations, but I expect that they justify them in terms of safety or fair play.

Anyway, that's it for now. See you all soon. :o)

Thursday, 5 May 2011

My favourite word...

Today I've been thinking a lot about one word in particular... OK it was a slow day (but that's the topic for tomorrow's blog post)... right, I bet you're itching to know what the word is.

It is....



I hope that wasn't too much of an anti-climax. The word is 'pulchritude' and it means beauty. If something is beautiful, it is pulchritudinous

What I like so much about it, is how the meaning of the word is so different to the way the word sounds. Say it out loud! It gets stuck in your throat like a bitter pill. It sounds too much like 'repulsive' or 'puke'. When you say it, all the saliva in your mouth gets smooshed around. It's such a juxtaposition to objects it describes. And for that reason, I love this word.

That's it for now, folks!

(My girlfriend hates it when I describe her as being pulchritudinous, lol)

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

More Unusual Song Lyrics...

I am a firm believer that in music, it is the rhythm, melody and harmony and not the lyrics that are important. That's not to say that I don't appreciate great lyrics... of course not, it's just I feel that if a song sounds good then it doesn't matter what the words mean.

But sometimes, lyrics stand out in songs not not because they are great, but because they are so confusing! For example, The Jackson 5 wrote a song called "I want you back" where a young Michael Jackson tries to convince a young lady to leave her current partner, and be with him instead. One lyric, early on in the song, reads:

" When I had you to myself
I didn't want you around
Those pretty faces always made you
Stand out in a crowd "
 Maybe I'm misinterpreting this, but is MJ really saying to the girl, "Hey, I never noticed you before, because, compared to the hordes of beautiful girls that I know, you are nothing special?"

Really, Michael? I mean, I know he was young, but this is a very dangerous opening gambit when you're trying to woo a young dame. Or have I misunderstood?

Anyway, this poor choice of words does nothing to detract from one of the greatest songs of the 20th century.

Monday, 2 May 2011

Love and Marriage

I know that 'Royal Wedding' fever has been trumped by 'Osama is Dead' fever but I've always been a fashionably late sort of person. And what has got me thinking about it again is that just yesterday my girlfriend started humming 'Love and Marriage' by Frank Sinatra.

For those who are unfamiliar with the song, each verse begins with the lyric:

"Love and marriage, love and marriage, they go together like a horse and carriage"

Now I started thinking about what this simile means. I'm assuming that in the analogy, love is the horse, and marriage is the carriage, because love carries the marriage along, not the other way around. What struck me, though, is that a horse and carriage is actually quite a perverse juxtaposition of nature with man-made, and frankly, the horse gets nothing out of the arrangement; and infact would be far happier were it not burdened with the additional weight.

I think Frank's analogy begins to really break down when you consider that some carriages require more than one horse... so perhaps this equates to a man having a mistress on the side. And also if the horse dies, the carriage is still perfectly usable with another horse; whilst if the love dies, a marriage falls flat on its backside.
Similarly, if a wheel falls off a carriage, there is no need to shoot the horse.

So, maybe it was a crappy comparison in the first place, or maybe I have destroyed the foundations of the institution of marriage. What do you think?