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lady_t_220So Lesley at work has just become a granny. Naturally then, most talk today revolved around babies and giving birth and, dude... I gotta' say... it all goes to further cement my total lack of desire to ever have kids.
For one, all babies look like Winston Churchill. Small, pink, wrinkly and pissed off.
For two, three, four and pretty much all the other numbers, it involves way too much poking and prodding around in highly sensitive areas for my personal liking.
Really, all the women at work, with the exception of myself, have had at least one kid. Most have had 3. So they're all sitting around comparing stories and comments and giving graphic accounts of the after-effects... "Went to see our Julie last night. She were looking OK, sitting on that rubber ring." - "She had stitches then? Ooh, I ripped all up the front when I had our Nik, cause I swear that dozy midwife didn't know what she were doing..." - "Ah, see, I ripped a bit then they cut me down the back, but they didn't stitch it for 2 hours cause they're all negligent bastards at the Royal" - "Oh, yeah... it's better to get cut down the back then rip up the front..." - "Then that epidural needle... my God, it's like this long *mimes*... you could hear it crunching as it goes in, but this one girl, they said hold still and she didn't and she got paralysed from it only the week before I had our Dean..."
*LT sits around and looks nonplussed... then reads that last bit back and shakes her head at the apauling lack of grammar inherant with transcribing the conversations of Midland people*
Anyway, they went on like this for the best end of half an hour, comparing tales of ripping Vs. cutting, or stitches and epidurals, waters breaking at unlikely points, 27 hour labours and I'm just sitting there going maaaaan... I never wanted kids in the first place but listening to you people, you either had phenomenally bad luck or you just confirmed all my paranoid, needle-phobic suspicions... ;p
Heh, so when the biological clock starts ticking, remind me to hit it with something really hard.
What else...?
One of the lads never slept in his bed last night... he was too busy NOT sleeping in the bed of one of the other guests after feeding her a somewhat fictional story about his mother dying.
...while lady-guest's boyfriend slept on, oblivious, in the next room.
*rolls eyes*
He's an ugly-looking Scouser too. She was either desperate, stupid or really badly short-sighted.
Had totally creepy dreams last night y'know... Really just... *eeugh* Just every now and then I'll dream about dead shit and it must be said, it does somewhat put a bit of an uneasy spin on the rest of the day.
I mean our family have always dreamed about the dead, deceased relatives pop-by on a semi-regular basis and my mum has spent the entire night having conversations with my dad before now, so it's not all that new... I get them myself though somewhat infrequently. The problem is that whenever I have dreams like that, it's like the dead pop by, wave, say Hi, look around a bit and bugger off again, leaving my brain going "Huh...? What the hell??... I know, let's have a really creepy dream now!" that usually involves whoever it was that just visited.
I do have to wonder if it's so infrequent because I creep out my dead relatives... cause every time they visit my dreamscape gets really all weirded out and freakish. Really, I mean that... the dog had one eye and there was a head burried in a flowerpot in the back garden and it still had half a face...
*looks disturbed*
I'm wondering if it happens after they're gone, or as a result of them actually being there, cause if it happens WHILE they're there... dude, they're gonna' think I'm totally screwed in the head...
^^;;;
*apologises to the deceased for any trauma caused while visiting her psyche*
So yeah, I think maybe someone brought over Leo last night like my dad's done to my mum on numerous occasions now... cause one second it's like Heeeey! Leo doggie! happy happy waggy tail big pouffy German Shep... then he bounces out the door and it's suddenly like one-eyed zombie-dog digging up a head in a flower pot.
I think given the circumstances, it gets all freaked out AFTER they're gone...
At least GOD, I hope so. O_o
Yeah, so if you just read that, now you all think I'm cracked...
On a much more perky note, the Hugh multimedia site has a LOAD of newly uploaded clips from the SLY press junket in their videos section.
It's worth noting though that I found 3 that had squiffy links when I downloaded them first thing this morning. They were missing a letter out their URLs but, given the file-naming system she's given them it's pretty easy to work out what they're meant to be.
The govorner's ball one, the What did you think about the oscars? one and the What made you want to do this movie? one should read
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk001agovernersball.wmv
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk002bwhatdidyouthinkoftheoscars.wmv
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk002cwhatmadeyouwanttodothismovie.wmv
respectively...
Dunno if they've been fixed in the intervening time but the links were squiffy when I DLed them. ;)
Heeee, and some of them are just way too cute.
Hugh taunting Ashley about being broody and Ashley's comments about Wolvie waxing his back certainly entertained me.
I jus' like the little between-take snatches of conversation I think. Those are kinda' nice. And Hugh snorting like a big goofy nerd every time he laughs I do have to admit to finding strangely entertaining. ;p
For one, all babies look like Winston Churchill. Small, pink, wrinkly and pissed off.
For two, three, four and pretty much all the other numbers, it involves way too much poking and prodding around in highly sensitive areas for my personal liking.
Really, all the women at work, with the exception of myself, have had at least one kid. Most have had 3. So they're all sitting around comparing stories and comments and giving graphic accounts of the after-effects... "Went to see our Julie last night. She were looking OK, sitting on that rubber ring." - "She had stitches then? Ooh, I ripped all up the front when I had our Nik, cause I swear that dozy midwife didn't know what she were doing..." - "Ah, see, I ripped a bit then they cut me down the back, but they didn't stitch it for 2 hours cause they're all negligent bastards at the Royal" - "Oh, yeah... it's better to get cut down the back then rip up the front..." - "Then that epidural needle... my God, it's like this long *mimes*... you could hear it crunching as it goes in, but this one girl, they said hold still and she didn't and she got paralysed from it only the week before I had our Dean..."
*LT sits around and looks nonplussed... then reads that last bit back and shakes her head at the apauling lack of grammar inherant with transcribing the conversations of Midland people*
Anyway, they went on like this for the best end of half an hour, comparing tales of ripping Vs. cutting, or stitches and epidurals, waters breaking at unlikely points, 27 hour labours and I'm just sitting there going maaaaan... I never wanted kids in the first place but listening to you people, you either had phenomenally bad luck or you just confirmed all my paranoid, needle-phobic suspicions... ;p
Heh, so when the biological clock starts ticking, remind me to hit it with something really hard.
What else...?
One of the lads never slept in his bed last night... he was too busy NOT sleeping in the bed of one of the other guests after feeding her a somewhat fictional story about his mother dying.
...while lady-guest's boyfriend slept on, oblivious, in the next room.
*rolls eyes*
He's an ugly-looking Scouser too. She was either desperate, stupid or really badly short-sighted.
Had totally creepy dreams last night y'know... Really just... *eeugh* Just every now and then I'll dream about dead shit and it must be said, it does somewhat put a bit of an uneasy spin on the rest of the day.
I mean our family have always dreamed about the dead, deceased relatives pop-by on a semi-regular basis and my mum has spent the entire night having conversations with my dad before now, so it's not all that new... I get them myself though somewhat infrequently. The problem is that whenever I have dreams like that, it's like the dead pop by, wave, say Hi, look around a bit and bugger off again, leaving my brain going "Huh...? What the hell??... I know, let's have a really creepy dream now!" that usually involves whoever it was that just visited.
I do have to wonder if it's so infrequent because I creep out my dead relatives... cause every time they visit my dreamscape gets really all weirded out and freakish. Really, I mean that... the dog had one eye and there was a head burried in a flowerpot in the back garden and it still had half a face...
*looks disturbed*
I'm wondering if it happens after they're gone, or as a result of them actually being there, cause if it happens WHILE they're there... dude, they're gonna' think I'm totally screwed in the head...
^^;;;
*apologises to the deceased for any trauma caused while visiting her psyche*
So yeah, I think maybe someone brought over Leo last night like my dad's done to my mum on numerous occasions now... cause one second it's like Heeeey! Leo doggie! happy happy waggy tail big pouffy German Shep... then he bounces out the door and it's suddenly like one-eyed zombie-dog digging up a head in a flower pot.
I think given the circumstances, it gets all freaked out AFTER they're gone...
At least GOD, I hope so. O_o
Yeah, so if you just read that, now you all think I'm cracked...
On a much more perky note, the Hugh multimedia site has a LOAD of newly uploaded clips from the SLY press junket in their videos section.
It's worth noting though that I found 3 that had squiffy links when I downloaded them first thing this morning. They were missing a letter out their URLs but, given the file-naming system she's given them it's pretty easy to work out what they're meant to be.
The govorner's ball one, the What did you think about the oscars? one and the What made you want to do this movie? one should read
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk001agovernersball.wmv
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk002bwhatdidyouthinkoftheoscars.wmv
http://hjackman.com/video/SLYjunket/slyjunk002cwhatmadeyouwanttodothismovie.wmv
respectively...
Dunno if they've been fixed in the intervening time but the links were squiffy when I DLed them. ;)
Heeee, and some of them are just way too cute.
Hugh taunting Ashley about being broody and Ashley's comments about Wolvie waxing his back certainly entertained me.
I jus' like the little between-take snatches of conversation I think. Those are kinda' nice. And Hugh snorting like a big goofy nerd every time he laughs I do have to admit to finding strangely entertaining. ;p
