Palfrey's life

There are a number of things i've been missing while I've been away from England. Proper sausages, medicines that don't try to kill you, my friends, that sort of thing. I've bitched about most of this. Things I haven't mentioned up until this point are things that I'm really not missing. One of those would be carol singers, raygungothic's recent post having just reminded me of their existence.

Couple of notes on this
1) I am explicitly *not* blaming raygungothic for their re-appearance in my head, as I wouldn't wish to do anything to change his recent run of good moods (Bad luck on that book BTW, such is the nature of research... shit happens my friend). My hate of them is not based on their simple existence.
2) Despite having once had a vast crush on Amy, I wouldn't have walked in that door. OTOH, I have lower limits regarding the friendship/religion thing, and simply would have told her a polite version of things like this, and that therefore I would not be attending.
3) I live on the 8th floor of a tower block now, and therefore maybe I'm high enough up to a) not hear them and b) stop them from reaching my door

Why do I hate carol singers? Is it the religious nature of their songs? Not really I think. I have two different versions of "Spirit in the Sky", and provided I don't listen to the lyrics too closely can avoid wanting to do something violent and bloody to the singers, as it actually has a pretty good tune. What pisses me off is the combination of the relentless god-bothering chirpiness combined with an opinion that *everyone* wants it shoved down their throats. May I be the first to utter "fuck off and die"! If I choose to go a church and listen to this stuff, I have made a personal choice that I wish to hear the music. If I'm sitting in my house, I haven't chosen to like the same stuff as you like. Would you like it if I turned up at your door and started playing bad renditions of bits of random punk bands at you? (for those of you thinking you might like this option remember that a) I have a bad singing voice and b) *no* musical talent) No, I haven't, and no I wouldn't, because it would be incredibly fucking rude. And yet, I'm supposed to stand, listen, grin and give money to charity for these fuckers.

/me fires up the heavy-duty LART.

</vitriolic anti-christian rant>

Anyway. Glad that's out of my system. For those of you offended, please remember to go out once in a while and smell the sarin. Here's a quiz


You are an Akira-class Battlecruiser, every ship
should be like this. You are very versatile
and can be trusted to perform any task with
excellence. Powerful, agile, and graceful.
You, my friend have it going on.


Which Class of Federation Starship are you?
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Become a God or Goddess. by zerogirl
Name:
God/Goddess of	Fear
Element:	Ice
Animal Companion:	Wolf
Weak against	Cold
Weapon:	Big stick
Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Accurate, given the really fucking cold weather right now. Something I ran across today: isn't this the oddest image. That's just really scary.

Am at one of those irritating "silent moments" methinks in emails with Eva. Could resolve this by offering her dinner here, *but* this would require my tidying this place, just to make this even slightly possible. Quite frankly, it's a shithole right now. I need a weekend (that's one where i am neither ill nor visit other countries) to get it sorted to "would let women I like near it" levels. That sort of time I could *maybe* free up in the foreseeable future (the 12 days until I leave for England), but at this point I'm not sure I have the willpower to do so. The part of me that wants to get it cleaned now, is the same bit of me that wants to get up a bit closer to the actual time I set the alarm clock. This impulse, also, gets periodically aired, and then rapidly throttled again for its own good. Not happening folks. *Sigh* my base apathy wins again. I think I want a quiet life for once....