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Very very very boring girl who likes animals, science-type stuff and computers.

Yes, I wear glasses.

And I'm ginger.

http://subduction.net

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» I just don't get it

Football fans
Why do people get so obsessed over a game where boys run up and down a grass field that they actually pay a team money to wear copies of their clothes? Just, why? Do they fancy them or something? Is it love?

If an obsessed star trek fan started dressing like Jean Luc Picard then they'd be stoned in the street, but because it's football it's somehow an acceptable level of freakness.

I fucking hate football.
(Sun 3rd Apr 2005, 21:59, More)

» You're a moviestar baby

Tony Robinson's perky persona destroyed before my living eyes
I used to watch Time Team. Not because I particularly liked it, but because my dad enjoyed it and it provided an opportunity for a bit of father/daughter bonding (the good kind).

So imagine my delight when, while working at the Maritime Museum in Greenwich, the Time Team crew turn up and start digging up the lawn outside my office.

I got to meet all the principle characters. That bloke with the beard? Very nice and sagely. The cornish bloke with the hat? Always there with a joke, a smile and dirt under his huge swarthy fingernails. That Tony Robinson? A complete and utter wanker. ::gasp from audience::

He used to turn up 2 minutes before filming began, scowling at anybody who dared look at him. He'd stalk over to 'the trench' and once the camera crew called 'Action' he'd suddenly light up into that bubbly little dwarf that we all love. After 5 minutes of looking sincere and implying that he'd been helping all day he'd drop back into a scowl again, walk away and get back into his landrover, not to be seen until the next filming sequence.

My gilfriend came over one day and I spent 5 minutes telling the above story, and more. It was only after a rather loud "harummphh!" that I realise that I've been learning against Baldricks landrover while he sat in there, scowling and trying to read his paper, but listening to every word that I'd said. We scarpered, lest his full wrath become apparant.

Oh, and to make this post relevant, I was probably in the background of that episode of Time Team. Look for an awkward ginger girl, tripping over things and gawking.

I never got to watch it with my dad either...
(Wed 17th Nov 2004, 13:50, More)

» Jobsworths

Re: Not many but always some
Lister, about that seven year degree: was that the one that allowed you to be a parasite on society, fisting good honest people up the arse just so you can make a litle more of the shiney gold stuff?

You fucking cunt.

Apologies for length, irrelevance and USA lawyer hating.
(Wed 18th May 2005, 20:45, More)

» How I Skive Off Work

More than one boss...
I have two bosses, located at opposite ends of the college I work at. If I want an hour or two off of work I just walk into town / read a book in the park / go and sit in other peoples offices and drink tea. If either boss asks me where I was then I was in a meeting with the other.

Luckily they both hate each other (because one is a macho IT manager and the other is a poncy academic) so they never talk and have yet to discover my scam.
(Wed 27th Apr 2005, 21:08, More)