Footie talk: I'm very sad about Ghana v Brazil, and not just because no Brazil are through to the quarter finals, but also because dammit, Ghana were playing beautifully, and the Brazil defence sucked bunnies through a straw, and augh! And while I'm happy for France (they were my team in '98 despite everyone around me supporting Brazil, and I still have a soft spot for them), I kind of want to smack Thierry Henry for that stunt. Hon, just becaue it won Brazil the World Cup last time doesn't mean you should start pulling shit like that as well. Idiot. Beauty of a goal from Zidane, though.
So, Saturday we'll have England v Portugal, and Brazil v France, and I may die from nervous. I want Brazil to be kicked out, but then it might come to England v Fance in the semis, and then I'm going to be torn. *nailbite*
I kind of want one of these. I may get some wee containers to try the concept out and then buy a proper one once I know I'll actually use it. Hm.
Dear google chat: Could you stop borking out on me, please? *smacks*
So troubleinchina and I are throwing a joint expat anniversary party on Friday, by which time I need to have cleaned my flat and made approximatiely 666 dishes. And managed to get a cake and chocolate mousse over to Leith. If you want to see how that works out, come and join us! E-mail for address details and stuff. :D
Link o' the Day, part one: LiveJournal Dungeons. Go play! Seriously!
Link o' the Day, part two: Best footie strip ever. So very true.
Dear footie commentators: Stop being so bloody pessimistic, dammit!
Dear everyone else: IM me!( Pre-macth thoughts. )
( First half. )
( Second half. )
Before I get to the picspam, apparently Becks was ill during the game, and still managed to make history by becoming the first England player to score in three World Cups. That's my boy! Or, as Gary Lineker (sp?) said, with a really naughty look, "You never doubted him, did you?" And then they played a songvid, I swear to god. (Must resist urge to make slashy OT3 songvid.) ( Anyway, on to the picspam! )
Att. Football fans! England match tonight, 8 pm British time. Be there, or be vaguely rectangular!
In other news, what the fucking fuck. Simon Tan and Uncle Jesse in a movie about gay marriage. I repeat: the fuck?
Am on AIM (and assorted other chat programmes) and available for footie stuff. Someone come join me? My AIM SN is femgeekminerva, as is my y!msgr one, or drop me a line with your IM programme of choice and your SN and I'll invite you to a chatroom.
England v Trinidad&Tobago, aka England v Schotland *, kickoff in ten minutes. COME TALK TO MEEE!
* ("Huh?" Yeah. Playing with number 20 for Trinidad and Tobago: Jason Schotland. Irn Bru have been campaigning to get all of Schotland behind T&T for just that reason. I love this country.
Ha! My Footie Cup score is slowly gaining again. Go me! Also, speaking of football (Which, when am I not, these days?), att. football fans! I expect at least one of you for chatting purposes today! England v Trinidad&Tobega! Come on, it'll be made of pretty!
I need to start bringing my knitting to work again, especially since they're making me do outbound campaigns again. Bah. I mean, eh, it's mindless busywork that allows me to multitask and stuff, but it's a Marketing campaign, which means calling people up and trying to persuade them to take a survey, and bleh. I don't like this.
Aaaand femgeeks and affilates are back up. Thankfully. *toddles off to go plot and stuff*
[ETA] *boogies down to Sultans of Swing* Now that is hold music. :D [/ETA]
My Footie Pool results have taken a sharp dive as I continue to get things massively wrong, woe. I guess betting against Brazil out of spite will do that, though. Tomorrow: England vs Trinidad&Tobago, which, looking at the pictures of T&T's last game, promises to be a very sexy match. That team is just filled with eyecandy. (What? I'm deep like a kiddie pool, yes.) The match will be kicking off at 18:00 local time, which is 17:00 BST, 12:00 (noon) Eastern, and 09:00 Pacific. I will be expecting people in chat this time!
Also, on behalf of hokage, anyone know where a USAian could get a live feed for the matches online? Google is uncooperative.
I seem to be doing pretty decently in the office footie pool--out of the last eight games, I've only failed to call the winner twice, which isn't too bad, really. Especially as I made my guesses based on which team is slashiest (see: Melle's Theory of Football) and/or which team I dislike the most, as well as some utterly random guesses for teams I didn't know anything about.
Also: Fandom is like
soccer football, a highly accurate analysis. Heeee!
Also also, happy birthday to wibbble
Dear weather: Yesterday, when I had nothing productive to do, you were overcast and kinda bleh, but today, on a freakin' match day, you suddenly get your sunshine on? Damn youuuuuuu! Sulkingly yours, Melle.
So, yeah. Kickoff for the England game at 14:00 BST, I'll be seting up a chatroom on AIM around 13:30, so drop a comment here with your screenname and I'll invite you. Unless people do prefer IRC?
[ETA] Chatroom created. Someone come join me before I have to start blithering to myself. [/ETA]
Placename of the day: Weston-Super-Mare. Look, in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's ... SUPERMARE! :D And then there's a Mr Anchor who works at a Naval Recreation Centre.
Ganked from ladyjaida:
Five People I Would Really Like To Be BFF With
- Jayne Cobb. We would totally get along, and he can beatup annoying people for me while I hold his beer.
- Captain Jack harkness, who would take me across time and space to go see places and teach me how to be suave and seduce people, and possibly let me braid his hair and other BFF-like things.
- Jean-Paul Beaubier, because we could totally hang out at coffee shops all day to people-watch. And by "people-watch" I mean "snark". :D
- Sir Ian McKellan, although that would be more of a mentor/pupil relationship than proper BFF.
- Neil Gaiman. He can be adorable and smart and brilliant, and I'll be in the corner being a doof and making him look even more brilliant by contrast. :D Also, we could talk writing.
It occured to me yesterday that the World Cup is about to start getting underway, and that I've friended a whole bunch of people in the last two years, who probably have no idea what's about to hit them. So, yes, a little warning: I get taken over by a pod person during the World and European Cups. Click on the football tag on this post to see what I was like in 2004, and especially in 2002. I normally support, in that order, Belgium, Scotland, England, anyone playing against Brazil, and anyone playing against the Netherlands.
(Belgium and Scotland for obvious reasons, and England because I like watching David Beckham and Michael Owen get their grope on. The Dutch-hatred is cultural, and it's a tribute to my still-seething hatred of Brazil that I would suppotr the Dutch if they played Brazil, because Brazil, through blatant cheating and lying and A FUCKING BLIND REF APPARENTLY, kicked first England and then Belgium out of the Cup in subsequent matches, and NO I AM NOT BITTER AT ALL! But anyway.)
With both Belgium and Scotland not even in the running, you can expect, for the following couple of weeks, a lot of minute-by-minute match commentary, picspam posts of boys in shorts touching each other in inappropriate ways, threatening of people's kneecaps, bitterness, Ronaldo-hatred burning with the passion of a thousand suns, and, if England manage to get anywhere (ha!), probably the occasional drunk celebatory post.
(Speaking of which, any of the football/slash fans on my friendslist want to help me come up with a football/slash drinking game? Doesn't have to be England-specific, although "If David Beckham insists on taking a turn during penalty shootouts, empty your drink" should really be in there.)
Today is looking a little better. Supervisor very kindly foisted off a pair of sunglasses she doesn't wear on me, and um, someone sent me a Gouranga e-mail. o_O The hell?
Also, the first england match is ... just under a month from now, woo-hoo! Um, yeah, for those of you who didn't have me friended during the last World Cup, I should note: I go a leeeetle bit football crazy during World Cup Season. (Also, minorly so during Europe Cup season.) With both belgium and Scotland not even starting, I'll be supporting, in order of importace: 1) England, 2) anyone playing against Brazil, and 3) anyone playing against the Netherlands. I also get carried away sometimes--long-time readers may recall my threatening a certain ref's kneecaps at some point in 2002, for exacmple. Plus, you know, the slash. even though two-thirds of my OT3 may not even be able to play, wah!
I'm having an extremely lazy and braindead day. Number of times I've gone up to someone and announced, "Um. I've forgotten what I was going to ask/say" now up to a whopping four. And it's not even noon yet.
Watched Dr Who, which um. Yes. This is clearly the season in which the Doctor is a woobie. (*waves evilly at ruby_fruit*) More spoilery entry probably to follow separately so you can respond to this entry without clicking on a spoiler cut-tag. Aren't I thoughtful?
Watched bits and pieces of Space: Above and Beyond, and decided I'm going to do some recappish things like I did for Firefly. But first I have to do Serenity. (Because there's like three people on my friendslist who will actually be interested in my recaps for S:AaB, heh.)
Dreamt about SNAKES! On a PLANE! *facepalm* LJ has eaten my subconscious, obviously. DAMN YOU ALL!
Finally did some sewing I'd been putting off for ages, and then I figured hey, I might as well actually iron my jacket and shit for today as well, so here was, feeling all prepared and professional, with my ironed clothes and the seams on the sleeves of my jacket all sewn up, my shoes polished and all, and then this morning, a minute before I had to leave for work, I went to the loo, pulled up my trousers and ... busted the zipper. D'oh! Talk about an omnious start of the week, man.
Note: everybody needs to go take this poll.
Also, this icon in honour of Sven announcing the England World Cup team today. With two-thirds of my OT3 quite possibly out due to injury, and both of my other teams not even in the playoffs, this looks like it might be a very depressing footie season indeed. Woe.
So neither Scotland nor Belgium have made it into the World Cup this year, which rather limits my list of countries to support. Sigh. England had better make it far, or I'll be sulking a lot.
So, any Christmas songs you'd care to toss at me? I'm easy. (Feel free to request anything off my song list in return, just be aware I'll likely not be able to upload it until Friday.)
Ethics/etiquette question of the day: If noe has a 45 minute training session on something that ould be covered in 15 minutes, is one allowed to bring one's knitting to aforementioned training session? Even if there's only about four people in the training session? No? Feh.
I'm slowly trying to catch up on my friendslist from this weekend, BTW, but it may take me a bit, and I may miss stuff. Anything important, drop me a comment. In fact, drop me a comment anyway!