Of feeling like a bit of an idiot and strange animals

Buggering badgers on a stick. It’s time I start dating.

Considering that even the biggest womaniser I know is now in a relationship and almost certainly in maybe-love, and CC is long since a goner, that leaves me with a dwindling supply of single friends. And frankly, I want a Waking Life connection. I don’t need the 6 months down the line couple activities*. What I want is to not be able to wait to hear what he says to say and in turn be heard.

But this brings me to something else, I was watching Dylan Moran‘s Monster and this clip got me thinking. Here’s the transcript: I don’t want to make any huge generalisations about women, I’m not here to do that, it’s—it’s vulgar. But all I’ll say is that they have no feelings. Because it’s actually men, you’ll find, who are the far more romantic. Men are the people you will hear say, “I’ve found somebody. She’s amazing. If I don’t get to be with this person, I’m fucked. I can’t carry on, no, I mean it, she’s totally transformed my life. I have a job, I have a flat, it means nothing. I can’t stand it, I have to be with her. Because if I don’t, I going to end up in some bedsit, I’ll be alcoholic, I’ll have itchy trousers. I can’t—I can’t walk the streets any more.” That is how women feel about shoes.

Really? Do men become so in love? Is such a thing possible? Ok. I am seeing it in CC. But the man is not from this world. Or do they just not ever speak about it?

1. Word of the day: hanker

2. Insight of the day: It is much, MUCH, easier to avoid starch when you are living on our own. Making vetkoek at 10 on a Wednesday evening is just mean.

3. State of the pool: Chai tea – spicy, steamy, redolent of cinnamon and sugar

4. Random thought: Met the lead guitarist and drummer of New Born Fire at Aandklas. Apparently I gave my number to one of these 2 ridiculously pretty guys but I wasn’t too sure if I had**. Give them a listen. They are really quite good.

5. Awesomest lines: Some Milan Kundera again. This time from Life is Elsewhere:

“Because it is exactly that mutual misery they seize full on the lips, they greedily drink one from another. They caress each others miserable bodies and already hear, under each other’s skin, the engines of death softly purring.”

* /shudder. Trawling Builder’s Warehouse for housey stuff or sticking a sharpened ferret in my ear…bring on the ferret folks.

**That would be where the banana flavoured wine came in. Bacchus you bastard.

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