I Don't Believe It

I've only had a stat counter on my blog for 4 or 5 days, and it is already showing over 900 hits.

Surely not. People, please comment occasionally so I can find out a bit more about my readership.

And Vincent, if you ever read this - I love you loads. Could you tell?

Compulsory Viewing

Thanks to the unquenchable curiosity of Snarkangel over at Jazzy's blog, Five Minutes Mr Welles has been found on YouTube, apparently posted by the wonderful Mr D'Onofrio himself!



Go here to feast your eyes and ears on 30-minutes'-worth of the lovely man, then comment, and pass it on to as many people as possible - we want to get it released!

http://uk.youtube.com/user/VDO630

If you follow the link to VDO630's profile, it looks like it's really VDO1 who's posted it. Send him a message. Tell him how much he's loved.

Quick, Quick, Go!

My BF is less than 10 minutes away, so here's a super-quick post to keep everyone happy (especially me).

The Magic Finger

I wanted to use some of these pictures in yesterday's video, but apparently I haven't yet put the album on my plug-in hard drive, so it must be feeling lonely on my oldest computer.

Luckily this slideshow is on Photobucket.



And here's a new one I just made to see if my problems with the Bucket have gone away again. Dare I say - I think they have...

Fun Loving

Don't die of amazement - this movie isn't set to a Beatles song - or even something 60s.

I went to see the original Fleetwood Mac in about 1967. Albatross was in the charts.

They were a Blues group, and called themselves Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac featuring Jeremy Spencer on bottleneck guitar, just so they could name all the members! I loved them. I like parts of the album Rumours, which is the only rock album I ever bought that wasn't by a 60s band or artist.

On Saturday I found Rumours on CD for just £3 in Woolworths, so I had to have it to replace the vinyl.

This song seemed perfect for a Bobby video.

Irritant

In the last couple of days, I have started to receive rogue adverts which open up a new page on my browser uninvited, taking precedence over what I'm in the middle of doing. It seems to coincide with my installing a statcounter on my blog. Or maybe that's just a fluke.

I wonder why my security doesn't block them. And I wonder if there's a solution to the problem. Anyone know?

Dreaming of Vincent

Following on from comments on the latest post at The Cat, I have to say that I long to dream of Vincent. Every night I fall asleep thinking of him, but it never translates into a dream. I rarely remember dreams, either.

But the night before last, I had a dream that I did remember on waking.

I was in a pub where a recently-married colleague was the landlady. As we were chatting, I realised I needed to pee. The nearest loo was out of order, and she told me to go through to the other bar. I was barefoot, and pubs often have beer spilled on the floor, not to mention toilets having who-knows-what that you could tread in, so I put on 4" stilettoes (spike heels to my US audience) and RAN in them to the other toilet. (I can't run AT ALL in ANY kind of footwear.)

At that point I woke up, and realised why I needed to run to the loo - I really was dying for a pee!

Heaven!

He's back. He's gorgeous. He's still tortured. But HE'S BACK!

So no, not purgatory. Pure, unadulterated heaven.



Millions of thanks to Eliza for doing her "due diligence" (where have we heard that saying before?) and getting this to me and many others so incredibly fast.

No Comfort

I was going to post a slideshow of Cold Comfort, which is on tonight, but my old problem with Photobucket returned.

I've seen Purgatory on a tiny 2 by one-and-a-half inch screen courtesy of a link from Lozzie, but I can't wait to get my DVD from the wonderful Eliza and cap it.

Meanwhile, unable to get back on the Bucket after my new slideshow failed to save, I have gone to Eliza's website and borrowed a few of her caps.

Funniest TV Scene Ever

No, I can't show it to you. If it is on YouTube it is as well-hidden as it could be.

It's the scene in 3rd Rock From The Sun where Sally and Harry take the car to be fixed, and the mechanic explains to Harry, even though it's Sally who does all the talking. As they prepare to leave, Sally grabs a clamp, and somewhere under the counter apparently clamps it somewhere delicate. The guy's expression says it all.

I wish I could find it.

Handsome

Eames says Rick Davenport was handsome. Doesn't she ever look at the hunk beside her?

Sunk!

Some of you who have invited me to Facebook may find yourselves suddenly in receipt of an invitiation to be my friend, even though I may have refused yours to me. Please don't be offended.

I was forced to sign up in an attempt to find someone I was looking for - the woman whose cat my dear Shelley started life belonging to, along with his darling late brother Byron.

Don't feel you have to do anything. I will probably never visit Facebook again (don't have the time).

Pop over to Projects

I've posted the latest two trailers on Jazzy's blog (http://jazzylin.blogspot.com/). One was on TheReel and the other on Music Wench's blog.

hey, music Wnech, I wish you'd let us comment. I feel as if you are part of our community but simultaneously outside it.

Still Missing

The missing opening episodes of Season 5 are still missing, so we're on to ITWSH already. In two parts. of course.

Very Handy

Photobucket (see how polite I'm being) has solved my technical woes, and here, at the third time of trying, is the slideshow I've been trying to make since Wednesday.

Tagged

Mmm. DrowseyMonkey (http://drowseymonkey.blogspot.com/) wants me to post six quirky things about myself. I'm a pretty quirky person, so here goes:

1. I am a bit OCD about things matching. Even my undies have to be the right colour to match my outfit, though happily they can't be seen.
2. I think I deserve at least one treat a week to reward me for working hard. unfortunately, as I can't afford expensive things, I buy pleasing food treats, like cream cakes. I am therefore growing out of the clothes I treat myself to when I can afford them.
3. I count things. Steps especially. I can walk downstairs in the dark. It's a bit unfortunate when I forget I left something on the stairs...
4. I talk to myself and to the animals a lot. And I make what I say rhyme. I find it very satisfying.
5. I have several hundred books waiting to be read (too busy blogging to read them) but when I see another that I think might be good, I buy it and add it to the pile. The books on the bottom never get to the top.
6. I have a lot of umbrellas. I hate umbrellas. I go out without them even when rain is threatening, and when I get too wet I have to buy another one. Eventually I give the nicest ones away to my friend, who loves umbrellas.

Now I have to tag 6 of you (forgive me). Don't feel obliged.

Here are the Rules:
1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules on your blog.
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.

I never remember how to do links as I don't do them all that often, so I will just have to post the URLs of the people I've tagged.

Pauline http://dysfuncdiva.blogspot.com/
Beatlelady http://suddenviolentcomedy.blogspot.com/
Acer110 http://www.avincentvixen.blogspot.com/
JoJo http://beadsandvincent.blogspot.com/
Jazzy and Lozzie http://jazzylin.blogspot.com/(counts as 2)

New Toy

Thanks to Eliza I have a new toy to play with when Botophucket is down. Here's my first effort.

Botophucket

Phucked.

I made a slideshow this evening, but when I tried to save it, it wouldn't save. I tried to start again, but Phucket was gone.

So I am just going to post a few of Maledictus from my hard drive, and hope that Phucket un-phucks soon.

Clever Boy

Henry has a habit of transferring his food from the pot I give it to him in, to one that he finds more convenient. That's what he did this morning.

Can't quite see it?


What about now?
Yes, he has put his walnut exactly in the middle of his half a passion fruit.

Notice the pomegranate, grapes and sugarsnap peas? That's not the half of it. My parrots eat better than me!

Finger Lickin' Good?

Definitely!