My headache did diminish quite a bit after my earlier plea for it to bugger off, so tonight I was able to practice guitar for about an hour and a half. I felt so guilty yesterday when I didn't even lay a finger on Emerald (my Fernandes guitar), but I was just too ill to even consider it, and there's no way no head could have coped with electric guitar.
I even had a little bash on the old Stratocaster too, which I've not played for ages, and was quite surprised at how friendly the neck felt (and also that it was still in tune after all this time) and how easy it was to play. But apart from that it really is a world apart from the technology of the Fernandes guitar.
But since my little guitar session, the headache has been making itself known again. Which is so unfair.
I just noticed on the news that there are lots of cases of illnesses; staff from a building society(?) all laid off with some mystery virus, and some footballer chappie who also has gone down with a mystery illness. I'm convinced it's the same thing that I've had. Karen has been poorly too, and I've just spoken to Sherri who has the same thing and has been off work this week.
What the hell is this illness that is affecting people all over the country?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:49 pm
Please don't consider me impolite when I ask you, as gracefully as I can under the circumstances, if you would be so good as to sling your hook. I have been very patient with you, hoping that you would not be around too long so as to cause an inconvenience to my lifestyle and general state of health, but you took up residence in my head last Wednesday, and I really do feel now that you have out-stayed your welcome.
Please, do not linger a moment longer. Just pack your things (i.e. any related symptons that I may not be aware of) and Go. Please!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:38 pm
Don't you hate it when you've been off sick, and you don't know if you're going to need another day off or not? I woke this morning with the alarm, and was trying to ascertain how I felt. Did I still feel sick? Was the headache still going to kill me? There was just a numb buzz of a headache left, but would it re-surface later as a full-blown killer?
I had to make a decision and decided, wearily, that I ought to go in to work, so I showered and dressed and battled my way to the station under an umbrella, for the weather was vile once again. I decided not to take my usually ever-present CD-walkman today. I didn't think my head would be up to it, so I packed my book ("Kavalier and Clay") instead. As soon as I got on the train, however, I remembered why I so often opt for the music, for the Incredible Bollocks Talking Man was sitting nearby, and not only does he talk incredible bollocks but he also does it loudly. Indeed, I reflected, I often use the walkman to block out the sound of other passengers. But today, fortunately, Incredible Bollocks Talking Man was quiet by his usual standards, and seemed to be engrossed in a crossword puzzle book or something of that nature.
Anyway, now here I am at work, still feeling incredibly tired and hoping that the day will fly by, and that my headache doesn't switch itself into killer mode.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:13 am
Monday, April 29, 2002
Deer of the Week: The Moose
A moose, enjoying the warmth of the day, the rays of the sun on its moose-like hide. And definitely not a caribou like last week's bogus moose. No sirree.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:14 pm
I've only just now managed to crawl out of bed and downstairs and to the computer. Not well. Headachey and feeling sick. I'm just off to find a deer for you all and then that's your lot for today, OK?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:07 pm
Sunday, April 28, 2002
Oooh! New computer.
New, fast, powerful computer!
(And thanks Shel!)
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:52 pm
Saturday, April 27, 2002
Waiting for Sherri to arrive. Today is assemble new computer day!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:39 am
Once again, I watched Later with Jools Holland on BBC2 last night. I thought that the John Spencer Blues Explosion looked most promising, that Gomez are far too clever in a nerdy kind of way for their own good, and that Patti Smith really ought to do something about that moustache. You can get creams for that kind of facial hair problem.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:10 am
This is confusing. There appears to be two clubs claiming to be carrying on from the legacy of the late great Ron Storme.
What's going on????
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:20 pm
I am currently best part of the way through reading "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay" by Michael Chabon (who also wrote "The Mysteries of Pittsburg" and "The Wonder Boys") and I have to admit that it is a wonderful read. So far. Unless it all goes pear-shaped in the last few chapters. It concerns the stories surrounding two jewish lads - cousins - just before the USA joined in on the Second World War. The one lad, Joe, is an immigrant from Czechoslovakia and it is his dearest wish to see his family back home freed from oppression. Together the cousins start fighting the war in their own way, by creating a cartoon super-hero called The Escapist who fights the Nazis, kicks Hitler up the arse, and almost immediately becomes a comic book sensation.
Anyway, that is most likely a crappy summation of the book, but I don't want to give too much away (unlike the folks who reviewed it on Amazon - Warning! Do not read those reviews; they are spoilers!). I think it's well on the way to being one of my all time favourite books.
As to the others of my all time favourite books, I can only think of three that truly qualify:
First, is the tale of "Monkey" by Wu Ch'eng-en (translated by Arthur Waley). This is a 16th Century Chinese novel based on the ancient legend of Monkey, The Great Sage, Equal of Heaven and Aware of Vacuity. Yes! That Monkey, the very same! In short, the magic Monkey - who was born from a stone egg created through the elemental forces of the Earth - accompanies the priest Tripitaka along with two other disciples, the pig monster Pigsy, and the water monster Sandy, on a mission to fetch holy scriptures from India. Along the way they encounter assorted demons and monsters and many an adventure. Don't be put off if you didn't like the TV version (which I personally LOVED, and have the entire series on video). This is a beautifully told epic story, almost poetic in parts. A true classic.
Next up is "Millroy the Magician" by Paul Theroux. Forgive the pun, but this is a spellbinding book. It concerns young Jilly Farina, who unhappy in her homelife, runs off with the enigmatic performer she meets at the local fair. But the magician, Millroy, a man with a passion for good wholesome food, is also a man with a mission to change the eating habits of America! Adventures ensue as together they start to preach to the public via the medium of television (having first "hijacked" a Children's TV programme) and latterly through a chain of their own restaurants. This is the kind of book that makes you sit up and think. I actually drastically altered my diet after having read this the first time, and never ate meat again.
The third book from my trio of favourites is "The Prestige" by Christopher Priest. Another "magical" book, this story is initially set at the turn of the 20th Century and concerns two feuding magicians, who are constantly trying to outdo each other in their stage performances. Things start to get complicated though, when in devising an illusion in which the magician enters a cabinet and vanishes to appear elsewhere in the auditorium, one of the feuding parties turns to the electronics pioneer Nikolai Tesla for assistance, with devastating results!
Other things I like reading, include the crazy fantasy (which is often set in Brentford, for some bizarre reason) of Robert Rankin who I have an unfathomable fondness for. He can write absolute bollocks at times, but at least its entertaining and funny bollocks. His books are self-referential, chock full of running gags and recurring characters and situations; it has been said that the more you read him, the better he gets. I love his stuff, and would recommend a Rankin virgin begin with "The Antipope".
Another comic fantasist whose books I adore is Tom Holt, who has a knack for perfectly juxtapositioning the everyday and the mundane with the stuff of legend and fantasy in a When World's Collide kind of scenario. Very funny, and a very clever writer. One of my favourites is "Flying Dutch".
I also enjoy the ocassional crime novel, and particularly like the novels of Peter Lovesey (creator of the victorian detective Sergeant Cribb) and also Colin Dexter's Inspector Morse series. Also deserved of a mention in this category is Leslie Thomas (author of The Virgin Soldiers) who has written several wonderful crime novels featuring a character known as Dangerous Davies.
And another thing... when it's pissing down with rain and I have to get to the station, how come I'm the ONLY person waiting on the platform who looks like a drowned rat. Did everyone get a lift to the station in a nice dry car? Or were all of those who walked able to find a conveniently placed umbrella before they left home?
Me, I was running late and had no time to go rooting around in the cupboard under the stairs looking for a brolly. I had no option but to get wet. But why was I the only one? I would've given anything to have seen one other person similarly soaked; to know that I had a comrade in soggyness. It would have buoyed my spirits, made me feel that I'm not the only prat who lets a downour dishevel them.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:41 am
I'm getting rid of the banner ads on The Liar now too. I'm considering a bit of a re-think on the design at the top of the page, with a view to making the whole thing a bit more search engine friendly. Cos, dammit, we need more hits. And a few more people contributing would be nice.
I've seen some of the other spoof and satire sites out there, and we're funnier than most of those. And don't talk to me about The Onion. I've seen The Onion and I'm not impressed.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:19 am
Feel like going home and back to bed.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:07 am
Thursday, April 25, 2002
Someone has hit this site with a search for how to make an Ebow (which is a handheld electronic bow for the guitar - see here), which sounds like a pretty tricky task to me, unless you are a complete whizz at electronics. I'd recommend getting a Fernandes guitar with sustainer instead.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:56 pm
My own contribution for The Liar today has had me giggling like a schoolgirl. See here! (Yes, I am aware that you are not supposed to laugh at your own jokes, but what do I care?)
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:07 pm
I'm getting lots of hits recently for people searching for the vile term shemale (which I have spelt out in HTML using ASCII character code as I don't want the search engines picking that one up).
Can we get something sorted out once and for all?
I am not a shemale.
It is a very unpleasant and derogatory term, one which was invented by the porn industry, and one which I and a good proportion of the transgendered population of the world would like to completely disassociate ourselves from. Please do not confuse this term with transgendered.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:30 am
I think there was actually a smaller bicycle, but that would appear to be the smallest commercially available. Also the elephant was a bit of a cop out, even if it was very clever.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:42 am
I was just wondering what I was up to this time last year, so was having a quick look at the archives.
Hhmmmmm... Seems I was on a diet. So, no change there.
Also I notice that it's dear ol' Captain Sensible's birthday, so I'm sending out good vibes to him!
I've just been into the garden to see if I could see this planet alignment that I've heard about (assuming of course that space is real, because I have heard these rumours that it's all a hoax... Oh, and I've seen The Truman Show). But I wasn't sure which way I was supposed to be looking, but I think I might have seen them; I certainly saw some very bright star-like thingies.
I was also aware of something much closer to home. Actually, this something was about one foot away from where I was standing. Right next to the cat's water bowl there was a hedgehog. Ooh! Better leave it alone, I thought and went inside, and told Karen what I'd seen ("Did you see the planets?" "Even better than that, I saw a hedgehog!"), and I'd swear the cat understood what I was saying because he was off straightaway to have a look for himself.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:35 pm
But after looking through that little lot there's a couple of things I'd like clearing up. Namely: What's the difference between Catsup and Ketchup? Is that cat for real or is it a fake photo? And what's with the fish?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:56 pm
Wow! This is neat. Someone has been translating my ramblings into french! I wonder if it still makes any sense. Or does it make no sense to start with anyway?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:10 am
Deer of the Week: The Caribou
I would've called that a moose. Are a caribou and a moose the same thing? And what about an elk? (Not to be confused with Miss Ann Elk).
I remember visiting Norway when I was about 16, I think. Virtually everywhere we went you'd see these road signs, big red triangle with a silhouette of a moose (or caribou... or elk) inside it. Wow! Moose! I thought. I want to see a moose.
But we never saw one though in the whole two weeks we were there. Not even a little tiddly one that had lost its way. I began to suspect that Norway was an entirely moose-free zone and just liked to con visitors with spurious road signs warning of exotic fauna. Just for the hell of it.
Too tired to write very much. Have been with Sherri this weekend helping look after the menagerie (1 dog, 2 cats, 1 tiny little 5-week old kitten, 5 fish, 1 gerbil, 1 hamser, 4 snails...). We were up late last night drinking and yapping. Naturally we got ourselves fabulised! Sherri dug out a couple of wigs that she was looking after for someone. Talk about big hair! We tried them on for a laugh and we looked like drag queens. It was so funny. We're going to have to do that look out at the clubs sometime: seriously big hair, enormous earrings, loud make-up, sparkly dresses and the highest heels. It'd be such good fun.
I came home this afternoon, and other than watching a bit of telly (Simpsons, Futurama) I've been mostly playing the guitar. I'm getting the hang of the sustainer now and can apply my EBow playing technique to the Fernandes quite nicely, and (as I've already noted) with the added bonus that I don't have to stick to any one string anymore. It's like I can now think in 3 dimensions rather than 2, if that analogy makes sense. Also getting used to the sounds on the new distortion pedal... it's got some good tones on there.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:17 pm
Saturday, April 20, 2002
I've just been packing my bag. Off to stay with Shel this weekend, as she's doing the menagerie minding again and would welcome some company. So, I've been making sure I've got all I need: make-up box, underwear, hair, shoes, etc... but had a nagging suspicion that something was missing. Ah, yes. Handbag. In which I normally keep my earrings.
I hate having a handbag. I find it hard to explain why. There's something very prissy about it (thinks of Reeves and Mortimer grabbing handbags and going "Ooooh-oooooh"). I can be dressed up to the nines in a slinky frock, fabulous hair and make-up, and 6 inch stilettos, but I actually feel embarrassed at having to clutch hold of a handbag, or have it slung over my shoulder. It's almost as if it's too girly, even for me.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:04 am
Hurrah! The postman has just brought the soundcard which is the last component I needed for the new supercomputer, which Shel will be supervising (well, mainly doing) assembly of next week, all going to plan.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:44 am
I watched Later with Jools Holland on BBC2 last night, which featured amongst other things Badly Drawn Boy doing a couple of songs from his soundtrack for the new movie of About A Boy. Jools also spoke to the author of that book, Nick Hornby, and asked him if he was pleased to have had Hugh Grant cast in the lead in the movie. Hornby sidestepped the question saying that he found that it was a good idea to have Hugh Grant on the front cover of his books as they sold more that way. (But Hugh Grant? Why, oh why oh why? The man is so damn WOODEN!)
The programme also featured The Stereophonics with little Kelly Jones trussed up in denim and wearing a ridiculous Lennon-esque hat. And playing expensive Gibson guitars. ("Look at us... We're big stars!"). There have been some fabulous bands to have emerged from the welsh music scene over the last decade or so... The Manic Street Preachers and Super Furry Animals to name the two most notable. But The Stereophonics? I just don't get it. They leave me cold.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:21 am
Friday, April 19, 2002
I've been practising on the new guitar (a.k.a. Emerald). I think I've worked out the technique for playing with the sustainer. That didn't take me very long, so I'm feeling quite pleased with myself. I can get a very good EBow guitar sound, but without the EBow and with the added bonus of being able to move easily between the strings.
Oh, this is such a fabulous guitar. I should have got one years back.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:21 pm
How sad is it when people feel the need to email obscene pictures of themselves to unsuspecting individuals? *sigh*
Someone over at the Daniel Ash message board sent me a private message, asking if I'd ever been to Northampton. Which I thought was quite funny, the idea of Northampton, England being some kind of Mecca for American fans of Bauhaus and Love and Rockets.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:20 pm
Just sat at my desk this lunchtime and painted my nails. I hate not wearing nailvarnish; I feel naked without it.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:45 pm
You Wouldn't Let it Lie
Yes, I do know how the internet works. I am employed in an internet-related job. It's how I make my living.
Yes, I do know how search engines work... I know more than most people on this topic, as it happens. Type my name into Google and there I am on the first page. Hell, don't bother with the whole name, just type "Gina" and there I am. Do you think that happened by accident?
I'm also aware of this little thing called netiquette.
But I have never before encountered a forum that actively encouraged flaming of people from outside of their forum.
How many times now have I admitted that the piece I posted about the moon landing was ill-thought out? It was hardly very damning in the first place, I simply said I thought they were a "bit dodgy", and I retracted the statement pretty quickly after Mel pointed out - POLITELY - a couple of sites that I might want to look at.
But these people are in for the kill, so it seems. They want me to say "Yes, I am ignorant. I am a fool and I am totally uneducated and I bow to your superior knowledge." Sorry, but it's not going to happen, because I am none of those things. I'm accused of not seeking out the facts before making my comments, and I admit that my research into the topic was scant, but then one of these people makes totally ignorant remarks about my being transgendered, WITHOUT HAVING DONE ANY RESEARCH INTO THE TOPIC.
Now, that, is the proverbial pot calling the kettle black.
[Perhaps they should turn their attentions to this guy who insists that the moon itself is a hoax, and even has a cash prize of $100,000 up for grabs to anyone who can conclusively prove that the moon exists. And no, I do not endorse anything he says, so let's nip that one in the bud, shall we?]
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:57 am
Thursday, April 18, 2002
According to someone on the Bad Astronomy website:
"Gina" doesn't even know what gender he/she is so how can you expect her to know anything about Apollo, the internet, etc?
And they accused ME of being ignorant. What rude people! Someone should introduce these geeks to the 21st Century.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:42 pm
Things I regret:
Posting that message that I always thought the moon landings were a bit dodgy.
Posting that stuff about the Queen Mother.
Things that people complained about and had a go at me about:
Posting that message that I always thought the moon landings were a bit dodgy.
Funny that, isn't it?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:48 pm
So there was me in a little booth in the back of this music shop trying out a few overdrive pedals. The first one (a Marshall Guvnor) gave me a lot of gain but not exactly much "crunch" and I found I couldn't vary the tone a great deal, so the lad brought out another one (a Boss OD-3 Overdrive) and suggested I try that one, and off he went again. Well I couldn't even get a sound out of the bloody thing. It was totally silent. Better take this back to the counter, I thought and I started unplugging everything. Which was when I discovered that I hadn't even plugged the lead into my guitar in the first place.
I think I'll nip down to the music shop on Cowley Road this lunchtime and try out a few overdrive pedals. I've got my guitar with me so I can see what they are like on my guitar with the sustainer on.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:43 am
Tuesday, April 16, 2002
So mad trip from Oxford to Paddington, although at Oxford I found I'd left behind the address of the music shop and the instructions as to how to get there. And I'd left my mobile at home. Grrrrr... So I rang a colleague on a pay phone and got him to find the address on my desk, writing it down on the back of an envelope with a pen I'd borrowed from some girls waiting at the station (because - guess what - I'd left my pen at work too).
So I got the train to Paddington, then the tube to Hammersmith, and went to find the shop. I thought for one awful moment that I'd missed it, but then I realised that was my discalculia at work (I'd got the street number in my mind backwards!). I got to the shop at 6:30 on the dot and found Drew having a play on the guitar. Then Simon (shop owner) came in with a 6 pack of beers for us. Which was most welcome. So, played with the guitar for a while to see what it could do and made a right old racket, had a chat about muso stuff, did the ol' credit card thing, and then made my way back to Hammersmith tube station for the return journey home. With the guitar, of course. Nipped into Sainsbury's at Paddington, had a feast-ette on the train home, got in, had a shower and cup of coffee, plugged the guitar in and SHIT!!!!
My bloody Zoom amp simulator now appears to be fucked.
Tried the guitar without all the effects... still sounds great, and it's amazing how you can just conjure up instant feedback with it.
But Grrrrr at the amp simulator problem.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:18 pm
I've just had a phone call to say that my new toy has arrived, so I'm going to leave work early this afternoon, nip into London and pick it up!
So, I've lost myself all credibility (you never had any, darling) by bringing up that whole moon-landing hoax thing. Whoops! Well, I thought it looked crap, and I'm still not so sure, but I'll shut up now and just refer you to this post from last year.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:11 am
Monday, April 15, 2002
Why didn't someone tell me I made the typo "mail lion" in that story about the lioness and the oryx that I posted first thing today? I feel so embarrased.
Sorry, but I have no knowledge of what a "mail lion" might be. A lion that works for the Post Office perhaps? I wish they'd let him deliver Elton John's post. He might accidentally savage and eat the annoying tosser. Hurrah! Now there's an idea.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:35 pm
Speaking of cats, mine was fascinated just now by that advert on telly featuring the flying pigs.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:35 pm
[Message deleted because I'm SICK of people having a go at me. If you want to talk about the moon landings, fact or fiction, piss off, cos' I ain't rising to your bait anymore. Either way, it was an obscene waste of money.]
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:24 pm
Anyway, I didn't post that thing to cause offence. I just thought it incredible, some of the comments people had been making.
My own opinions of the Royal family is that they are a waste of space, and that the monarchy should be phased out. However, I don't really have anything against them personally as individuals, so I wouldn't advocate anything as drastic as killing them off (which many people would like to see, I know), and indeed it is regrettable when one of them dies - as indeed it is sad when ANYONE dies.
So, I wish them no ill, but I think they should be stripped of their titles and that their immense wealth could be put to better use for the good of everyone.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:10 am
Deer of the Week: The Oryx
This week I bring you this interesting but sad story:
An adult lioness on central Kenya known as Larsen confounded the law of the jungle by adopting a baby beisa oryx, a kind of small antelope normally preyed upon by big cas. She came across the oryx (referred to as "Simon") on 24 December in the Samburu Game Reserve, scaring off its mother. Instead of attacking the defenceless calf, she adopted the baby, protecting it from other predators, including a leopard. She still allowed the mother oryx occasionally to come and feed her calf before chasing her away. The lioness would lie down to rest in the afternoon and its unlikely charge would curl up beside her.
On 6 January she led the oryx to the river to drink. Weakened to by weeks of looking after her adopted baby, she fell asleep, failing to notice a hungry male lion, which attacked and killed the oryx. Patrick Muriungi, a receptionist at Samburu Lodge, said the lioness was grief-stricken when she awoke to realise what happened. "She was very angry. She went around the lion about 10 times roaring, and then she disappeared," he said.
On St Valentine's Day, it was reported that Larsen had adopted a second baby oryx, but several wildlife experts suspected that this was a publicity stunt to attract tourists.
There was this advert on telly just now for one of those ridiculous celebrity-fixated magazines, claiming to have "exclusive photos of Posh's baby Bump", and I thought to myself, "I know the Beckhams are a bit thick, but what a stupid name for a baby."
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:14 pm
Saturday, April 13, 2002
So, with no new toy to get and play with today, I ended up going into Oxford and treated myself to a box set of the first season of Futurama on video. Which at £34.99 would normally have been too expensive to me, but when I was decorating and tidying the house the other week, I found £14 in WHSmiths gift vouchers that must have been lying around for years! Hurrah!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:02 pm
So, when was it? Two weeks ago that the Queen Mother died? Forget the excerpts from the book of remembrance below, I'll tell you what's really sick. I was just browsing in a couple of bookshops in Oxford, and I see that there are already several big hardback books about the Queen Mother out already. What? Now, I've worked in the publishing industry and I know that you can't get a book out that fast, not unless it had been prepared in advance of the Queen Mother's death, they waited for her to die, popped in that final fatal date in their copy, and rushed printed them. Now THAT is sick.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:52 pm
Apparently, the following are genuine excerpts from The Board of Remembrance for the Queen Mum:
"When Diana died I swore I would never smile again, but eventually I did. Now the Queen Mum has gone I cannot image that I will ever smile for the rest of my life, but I will probably break that one too".
"She was one of the old school, all the remaining royals are crap"
"I thought she would never die, she has let us all down very badly"
"She was a trooper and she never gave up. I remember one time she was visiting a school and I asked her if she would like to make a visit to the cloakroom before she left. 'No' she replied, 'I didn't give in to the Nazis and I won't give in to the bladder'. That's how she was, a fighter, who refused to be beaten by anything. She pissd herself later though, it was sickening".
B. Forrester, North Yorkshire.
"She was a marvelous woman, and a wonderful lover". L.
"I am absolutely devastated, at least we could have got the dayoff".
"How refreshing to be able to mourn the death of a member of the Royal family without being accused of being homosexual".
J. Fletcher, High Wycombe.
"Her death should act as a warning to others who think it is cool to experiment with drugs".
E. Franks, Cheshire.
"Perhaps if we automated her old golf buggy it could still drive around The Mall on its own and bring pleasure to the tourists".
Y. Howell, Slough.
"Once again the Queen is not upset enough for my liking, the woman should have a bit more compassion, how would she feel if it was her mother?"
"It is such a loss, God has crapped on our heads".
K. O'Neil, Inverness.
"I am sure the Queen Mum will not let this setback put an end to her public duties".
N. Wallace, Swansea.
"I hold Princess Margaret in no small way responsible for this terrible event"
E. Thompson, West Lothian.
"Bomb Iraq for us Tony, its the only thing that will make us feel better"
"We must do all we can, send blankets, food parcels, jumpers, anything to help these brave souls who are queuing up to walk past her coffin".
R. Thompson, Bath.
"I have been unable to masturbate for five days, and will not do so again until her majesty is buried"
E. Gorman, Derbyshire.
"Good God, who is next, Geri Halliwell?".
R. Combes, Romford.
"No matter how she felt, no matter the situation, she always wore a smile. Just like an idiot."
G. Hollins, East Sussex.
"I remember she came to visit us in the East End one time. She was so kind, so generous and so sweet. She whispered softly in my ear, 'you know its not true' she said, 'you don't smell of poo'. She was a wondrous person".
"Whichever way you look at it, it just is not as exciting as Diana".
G.Williams, West Midlands.
"She was one of us, and by that I don't mean she perpetrated insurance fraud or lied about expense claims. She was like us in a good way. God bless you ma'am".
L. Weller, Harlow.
"If only I could get my hands on that fish bone right now, you heartless bastard!"
J. Hedges, Cowdenbeath.
"She had such a difficult life, always battling against adversity and misfortune. Let us hope that if there is a next time round she is given a life of privilege and comfort"
I just had an phone call to say that the guitar hasn't turned up yet.
So, in the words of the late great Spike Milligan, "What are we going to now?... What are we going to now?... What are we going to now?..." (ad infinitum).
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:33 am
Friday, April 12, 2002
I don't mean to be rude, but someone emailed me and said they loved my site, and have linked to it from their site, and could I respond in kind? Well, I had a look and it's another tranny site and she's gone and linked to my old GeoCities site. Yes, the one that I deleted about 80% of recently and changed the template to make it look like this blog; the site that I don't intend updating anymore because this blog has made it redundant. And of course because GeoCities is a pain in the arse to use. I only keep that site to act as a gateway to this blog (hence the similar template design) and for my photos pages.
So sorry, but I don't do link swaps anymore, and deleted the incredibly cumbersome links page that I used to have along with most of the rest of the site. I have a few links on this blog that are mostly to other blogs that I like, but I won't list someone's site just because they listed mine and want me to return the favour.
I never look at tranny sites anymore anyway.
I'm not being nasty, I'm just being honest. I won't link to a site that I wouldn't normally go out of my way to visit. That would be most hypocritical.
Sorry, I don't mean to offend anyone.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:58 am
Eeeeeks! I hadn't realised that Jamie Oliver's wife Jules has had the sprog already. Apparently she gave birth to a girl on the 20 March.
How soon, I wonder, before the poor child is featured in Sainsbury's adverts? I mean, the rest of his family and friends have all appeared.
Shall we run a sweepstake on this?
Anyway, apparently they've called her Poppy Honey. Well, I suppose it had to be a food-related name, didn't it? Still, as a name, it''s more attractive that Roast Leg of Lamb which is possibly what they would have ended up calling the sprog had it been a boy.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:36 am
Now the drag queen search I could live with. But this one? I think not.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 11:11 am
Work is very frustrating at the moment. I'm not getting anywhere fast. So Grrrrrrr... to that.
And I'm waiting for Drew or someone to contact me and let me know if I can go into London and pick up the new guitar tomorrow. That's frustrating as well because I really wanted to get it this weekend and have a good ol' play, but I don't have a contact number and don't even know what the name of the shop is! So, I have no choice but to wait until they contact me.
I've got a bit of a confession to make. I suppose it's kinda funny really, though your probable reaction will be, "Oh, you are silly."
Yesterday I was having a serious bad hair day. It just looked crap. I'd slept on it and it was sticking up at the back, and there was too much hair at the front falling down into my face, and it was generally horrible. And knowing that I was meeting Jenny after work I didn't want to present myself as a total scruff with shite-looking hair, so I was nipping into the toilets at work and trying to rearrange my hair as best as I could, given that the only things I had at hand to put into it were water and liquid soap. I managed to get it out of my eyes, but despite my best attempts, I could not get a trendy spiky-look going, and had to give it up as a bad job.
So later I arrive home, having been out, and I'm a little bit drunk and still rather annoyed at the hair situation. First thing I did was to go straight up to the bathroom and cut chunks out of my hair. "It has to go," I told myself. And I didn't even have any scissors, I just used the clipper attachment on my electric razor and mutilated my mop! I ended up flushing great handfuls of black/red hair down the toilet, and felt a lot better for it.
Then last night I slept a bit funny on my hair again, and it was sticking up a bit, but this time it was a good sticky-uppy look, and with a bit of styling foam I got quite a good look going. And I'm quite pleased with the results. A hairdressers would most likely have charged me a fortune to get the same effect, but there I was just cutting chunks out when I was slightly drunk. They don't like it when you Do It Yourself, but fuck 'em, I'm damned if I'm paying a fortune for a haircut / hairstyle that I can't live with.
Having said that I've been thinking about going blonde again.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:57 am
I went straight out after work last night to have a few drinkies in The Goose with Jenny. Actually, I hadn't even left my desk when she texted me and said "What are you drinking?", so when I got there she had my drink ready and waiting for me. Very thoughtful! (Oh, and in case you're wondering, the pub can be seen from my window at the office, so it's not like I had far to go).
So, we had a nice long chat about Life, the Universe and Everything (thanks are due to the late great Douglas Adams for that expression), lots more drinkies (well, the house doubles are cheap in that place) and we also had a bit of a feast - a couple of mushroom and cheese subs, potato wedges with mushrooms, peppers and melted cheese, a bowl of chips and another of cajun-style onion rings. And that little lot only came to £14.25. Definitely got our money's worth there!
But tonight I must eat a bit more healthily. (Is that a word? It is now!) No more chips or onion rings for a while, I think.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:12 am
We were quite pleasantly surprised at the gig last night. Dan's band, C64 played a grooovy brand of post-punk guitary music type stuff. Or something. I was quite impressed with Dan's guitar playing - he nicely combined rhythm and lead work all in one - and Ed the singer (I'm not sure if he remembers me from back in the days when he and Dan were part of the Ultraviolet entourage) made a good frontman - very energetic and entertaining. He really worried too much though. For instance when they buggered up one song (it was only their second gig after all), Ed shouldn't have said "I think we ought to start that one again." He should have let everyone think that's the way it ought to have sounded, and that it was just a short song.
Drew turned up too, and mentioned to me that he had placed the order for my guitar (Hurrah!) on Monday and that it might even be in the shop by now. Chances are that I'll be able to go and collect it on Saturday. Wow!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:20 am
Tuesday, April 09, 2002
I'm glad you all enjoyed yesterday's picture of an okapi. Perhaps from now on I shall start the week with a picture of a deer of some sort.
Anyway, this morning I'm still feeling very tired. I don't know why I'm not sleeping these days. I feel kind of restless.
Tonight I'm not going to get to bed until late, because I'm obliged to go and see a gig in London. When Annie and I were at the Die So Fluid gig last week we were speaking to Dan who was doing the sound for them that night, and he asked us if we'd go to a gig that his band, C64, were due to play tonight, and Annie said Yes, of course we'll be there. So now I've agreed and can't back out really.
Not that I want to let Dan down, or that I think it'll be a chore. The band sounds very interesting (he listed Pixies and MC5 amongst their influences) and apparently have already garnered record label interest even though they just put the band together for a laugh and have only played the one gig thus far.
No, my only problem is that I'm so incredibly tired and really would like to take it easy.
And I've already promised Jenny that I'd meet her after work on Wednesday, so that could turn into another late night.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:27 am
Monday, April 08, 2002
And now, for no reason whatsoever, here's a picture of an okapi:
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:54 am
Sunday, April 07, 2002
Grrrrrrrr... at having to work today on bloody HTML and ASP pages and whatnot for my Uncle's website. I hope he appreciates all the hard work.
Grrrrrrrr... at having been in the house all weekend, other than a trip to Tesco yesterday morning.
Grrrrrrrr... at the weather, which although it's nice 'n' bright, it's still bleedin' freezing.
Grrrrrrrr... at this headache.
Hurrah! that there are new episodes of The Simpsons and Futurama on tonight. I need something to cheer me up.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 4:47 pm
Saturday, April 06, 2002
Oh, and I went into a transgender chat room, and had someone go on and on at me to let him have sex with me. "I'll pay you," he kept saying as if I should be flattered at being likened to a prostitute, and then he went on to offer £200 for two hours.
This raises two points:
What do people take me for? and
Have some people got more money than sense?
I despair sometimes, I really do.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:58 pm
My decision was to stay at home. And I've done nothing. Well, except to write a stupid story for The Liar. That's it really. Part of me thinks that I should have gone to the record fair, but I was just so tired that I didn't want to do anything. I'm playing my favourite Bowie bootleg now to compensate!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 3:50 pm
Decisions to make. Like, now.
Do I go into Oxford, go to the record fair (not that I'm looking for anything in particular; could probably come away with a Bowie bootleg or something) and then meet Gillian afterwards for a couple of drinks?
Or do I stay at home and have a much needed rest (still so very tired), and - if the weather keeps up - sit out in the garden in a deckchair with a book and a glass of cider?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:02 am
Friday, April 05, 2002
Ooh-err... Stepney's Nightclub is closing its doors to Storme's forever. Allegedly. The 13th April will be the final night, the so-called "Farewell Party".
It'll be a shame if it goes forever... a tranny club alternative to the WayOut is something that London sorely needs.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:20 pm
I'm good for nothing today. Just so tired and sleepy.
Not sure what I'm doing this weekend. I might have to get on with some website commitments that I have. *Groan*
posted by Gina Snowdoll 12:24 pm
Deaf today. And tired because of late night last night, getting in at 2:00a.m., etc. But it was a fabbo gig by Die So Fluid, supposedly to coincide with the release of the new single "Suck Me Dry". (Why do I think I'm going to regret putting that title on here? Hello Google!) But they only had about six copies of the damn thing for sale so Annie and I missed out. Will have to see if Amazon or wherever can come up with the goods.
Spoke to Drew, re: guitars and I have finally made a decision! I am going for the Fernandes Revolver Pro - the one with the locking tremolo. It doesn't look as cool as the Native, but hey, it's got a locking tremolo!
posted by Gina Snowdoll 9:15 am
Thursday, April 04, 2002
Over the past couple of evenings on BBC2 there have been special editions of TOTP2 featuring a Top 20 selection of archive Top Of The Pops performances "chosen by you, the viewer". There were some great, if obvious, choices including Queen - "Killer Queen", David Bowie - "Starman", T Rex - "Get It On", Sweet - "Blockbuster", Roxy Music - "Virginia Plain"... and then there were some not so obvious choices perhaps but great songs, e.g. The Manic Street Preachers - "Faster" and The Cure - "Lullaby". Then of course there were one or two pieces of the inevitable trash, e.g Celine Dion, Backstreet Boys, Kylie.
But weirder still were the inclusion of songs by Marillion (and not even with that Fish geezer singing) and New Model Army. Blinking flip! What's going on there then? And the number one slot was taken by Duran Duran's "Rio". I mean, I knew they were popular at the time, but not that popular still, surely?
Hhmmmmm... I suspect some crafty voting has been organised by fan networks via that naughty INTERNET thingy of which we've been hearing so much about these days. The whole thing is mightily suspicious.
Anyway, my own favourite Top of the Pops performance was The Damned doing "Love Song" back in 1979, and which I've already written a great long essay about here.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 8:16 am
Wednesday, April 03, 2002
Did I ever mention that I am Welsh?
Well, sort of. Ish. As it were.
OK, I'll explain. I come from a Welsh family. I have Welsh parentage, Welsh ancestry, was taught the Welsh language at school, and indeed I have lived in Wales. On and off. But I wasn't born there. I was born in a block of flats within sight of the Crystal Palace television mast in Penge, South London. But that doesn't make me English. Oh no no no, God bless you no!
I mean, I've got cousins who were born in Germany and they aren't Germans. They are as Welsh as Welsh can be. So there.
OK, I can already hear the contradictory whining voices of the tedious It's Where You're Born brigade who always crop up in these instances and start wagging their fingers and spouting illogical drivel, so if you are one of these people I must ask you this: What if a child was born on an aeroplane crossing the Atlantic? What nationality would you give them in that case?
If you answer that it depends on the nationality of the airline, then you are truly a prat of the first order.
Sorry, but these things have to be said.
And what if someone was born on the Moon or on Mars? Obviously that'd be a little bit unusual unless we already had colonies on those celestial bodies. (I was going to say planets but someone would be bound to pipe up, "But the Moon is a satellite"). But in such a Sci-Fi-esque scenario, would these Space Sprogs be classified as Moonian or Martian? I think not.
'Cos it's all to do with you ancestry and your parentage.
So yeah. I'm Welsh. I'll go so far to say London Welsh if it makes it any easier to comprehend.
Oh yes, my new shoes came today. The black ones with the perspex platforms. Like the gold ones in the picture over there. Except black. They're nice. Need to actually arrange to go out somewhere so I can wear them now.
No news on the guitar front today. Never mind, I'll try to catch Drew at the Die So Fluid gig tomorrow night and ask him in person.
Oh, and I think that tomorrow Jungle are going to be delivering all the rest of the computer bits and pieces (motherboard, processor and errrrr... thingy... oh yes, graphics card) for the new super computer. So that'll be good.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:04 pm
Sorry about this but I really hate her, the talentless little mare. She's had it coming for a long time.
*Sits back and waits for all the abusive emails from fans*
posted by Gina Snowdoll 1:07 pm
Question: Is Bird's Nest Soup made from actual bird's nests?
Answer: Yes. Authentic bird's nest soup is made using the nests of the swiftlet, a tiny bird found throughout southeast Asia. The swiftlet lives in dark caves, using a method of echolocation similar to the bat to get around. Instead of twigs and straw, the swiftlet makes its nest from strands of gummy saliva, which harden when exposed to air. Humans who harvest the swiftlet nests often come from families that have made their living this way for generations. Prying the nests from the cave walls is extremely dangerous, and many harvesters die each year.
Once the nests are harvested, they are cleaned and sold to restaurants, where they are served simmered in chicken broth. While I have never tried authentic bird's nest soup, apparently it is an acquired taste - many westerners think it tastes quite rubbery the first time they try it. Authentic bird's nest soup is quite popular throughout Asia, perhaps because it has the reputation of being an aphrodisiac. It is also quite costly; many western restaurants serve a less expensive version consisting of soup with noodles shaped to resemble a bird's nest.
So, there you are! I didn't make it up.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:53 pm
There was a Chinese guy on the train on the way home drinking a can of what was labelled Bird's Nest Drink. Sounds appetising, eh? Especially when you consider that the bird's nests which are the key ingredient in the fabled bird's nest soup are actually made from bird's spittle.
Anyone getting thirsty out there?
posted by Gina Snowdoll 5:54 pm
Errr... right, yeah... photos. Bearing in mind that I only snapped these cos I wanted to see like the restyled hair looked like on me. I think I look a bit like a showroom dummy in these, or some kind of fembot (trannybot?).
To totally contradict my last posting, today I'm thinking that the the Fernandes Native Pro is the way to go. I do prefer the body styling on this model; the only negative point for me about this model is the regular tremolo system rather than the locking tremolo that the Revolver has. I think I'm going to have to ask Drew if the prices he quoted me are inclusive of VAT. If not, then I'm going to have to be realistic and go for the Native Pro.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 10:21 am
I fell asleep on the sofa this afternoon. I told you I was tired. I woke up after hearing the theme music to Home and Away in my dreams followed by a barrage of whining Australian teenage voices. I turned it off pretty damn quick.
posted by Gina Snowdoll 7:16 pm
Last night was quite successful. Sometimes I get quite stressed out at the thought of glamming up, or even just transforming myself. I worry that I may no longer be able to do it properly. Possibly I've got a lot to live up to, having been quite a familiar figure on the UK transgender scene for the past however many years it is. I worry that I'm going to start looking really crap and spoil the reputation I have built for myself.
I've not been happy with any of my wigs for a long time. The regular mid-length curly ones get in a right tangle. They are so difficult to keep in a nice condition. As to longer wigs, well they don't seem to sit right or I don't like they way they frame my face, and my straight wigs, well I like them but no-one else seems to. Admittedly they look a lot better with a bit more volume to them, but when they are set just right then I love that look.
So, Sherri had a go a restyling a few of them for me (hence the tribbles comment yesterday). They were looking good. A couple of them - the mid-length curly ones - made me look like just the old Gina again (just like the me in the picture at the top of the blog here) ... which was nice to see in the mirror. I can't explain to you how much I panic that I may have lost that indefinable it.
Oh, and I didn't take forever with my make-up either... about 20 minutes perhaps, that was all. I think sometimes I can be too perfectionist and end up plastering too much on, all for dramatic effect, and basically it's overkill. Last night it was just: foundation on, powder, bit of blush, eye shadow - three colours - plonk plonk plonk - that'll do, eyeliner, mascara, eyebrows, lip pencil and lipstick - apply three times and blot ... and I was done... No hanging about and nothing too complicated. And it looked great. Well, so I thought, and Sherri said so too.
Shel had gotten ready a bit ahead of me and was looking her usual fabulous self. So, we drank much wine, had a pizza, watched telly such as Buffy on Sky One that Shel hadn't seen, but I forgot that meant I'd miss 24 on BBC2... Grrrr... Then watched Judge Dread on UK Gold, and after that we went on-line and Shel got us all involved in chat room antics and what-not, and before we knew it it was well past 3:00am.
So no wonder I'm as a tired as a tired thing today. *YAWN*
posted by Gina Snowdoll 2:09 pm