December 23rd, 2009

Coupling - Stuck in the Giggle Loop

30 days of me meme - day 6

Delayed again.

Already happened:
Day 01 → Your favorite song

Day 02 → Your favorite movie

Day 03 → Your favorite television program

Day 04 → Your favorite book

Day 05 → Your favorite quote

Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
A few weeks back, I went into London to do a spot of shopping (including, but not limited to, getting some presents). For some strange reason, I found myself in Forbidden Planet, and saw a copy of Wanting to believe, an unofficial guide to The X-Files - as well as Millennium & The Lone Gunmen - by one robshearman of this parish. Well, I've long been an admirer of Mr Shearman, and have liked The X-Files since I first saw it, so I thought, yes, I'll have that!

Got to admit...it was slightly disappointing. Not bad as such - it's written with Mr Shearman's usual intelligence and wit - but I'd have preferred a bit more than a simple writer/director credit, US airdate, and plot synopsis and critique for each episode - something more akin to the episode guide format as pioneered by the Cornell/Topping/Day team who wrote X-Treme Possibilities, which only went up to (IIRC) season 5 of The X-Files, and the first feature film, but contained a wealth of trivia for each episode.

But that minor niggle aside, what it did was made me decide to see if any of the many digisatcable channels I can watch now that I'm with Sarah (who has Sky+) happened to be showing The X-Files, since although I've got most of the first seven seasons on tape (I gave up recording them around the eighth season, largely because I'd stopped paying attention a while before then), they're in boxes in the lock-up. Lo! and behold, Virgin 1 is showing them, and at the time I decided to look in, they were about 2/3 of the way through season 5. So, I set the Sky+ (yes, "Record Series" sounds nice...), and...wow.

I'd forgotten how good this show could be. Started with the episode Mind's Eye; considering my recollection was that by season 5 the programme had long ago disappeared up its own conspiracy arc, that was a quite enjoyable little piece that seemed like it wouldn't have been out of place in season 1. It's been great fun being re-acquainted with Mulder and Scully, not to mention Skinner, the Lone Gunmen, Cigarette Smoking Man, and of course Ratboy Krycek *yay* (ahem). It's been quite a fun bunch of episodes so far, some of which I remember from first time round (I'm sure I'd seen Triangle before, and I have vivid recollections of the Mulder-dancing-in-front-of-mirror sequence from Dreamland, possibly because it's so very Quantum Leap), but on the other hand many of them were new to me (I think Folie a Deux has been my favourite so far, with How the Ghosts Stole Christmas a close second). But anyway, it's been an enjoyable trek down memory (or lack thereof) lane, and I'm looking forward to it continuing.

In addition to that, Zone Horror is showing (and I'm Sky+ing) Millennium (which I'd never seen before, although I do remember seeing the X-Files episode in which they crossed over), and I've still got The Lone Gunmen on DVD and hoping to get round to finishing watching that at some point (I watched Three Men and a Smoking Diaper recently - Mr Shearman is rather critical of it, but I thought it was quite good).

So yeah. That's what's been tickling my fancy lately.

Coming soon:
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Coupling - Stuck in the Giggle Loop

30 days of me meme - day 7

Delayed again.

Already happened:
Day 01 → Your favorite song

Day 02 → Your favorite movie

Day 03 → Your favorite television program

Day 04 → Your favorite book

Day 05 → Your favorite quote

Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Oh, well that's easy.



There are many photos from the wedding that depict me and Sarah being very very couple-y together, but this, I think, is my favourite.

Coming soon:
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
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The alternative twelve days of Christmas...

Because you can't have enough of a good thing (I've posted this every Christmas in various places since I've had an email address and a webpage. Don't see why this year should be any different. I originally got it from an old Reader's Digest; hoping one day I'll dig it up and be able to re-scan the accompanying pictures...)

My True Love Sent to Me...

By Keith Waterhouse


  • On the First Day of Christmas my true love sent to me a partridge in a pear tree. Unfortunately it was dispatched via British Rail's parcels service so it never arrived.

  • On the Second Day of Christmas my true love tried to send me two turtle doves, but the shop had sold out. "There was a pre-Budget run on turtle doves," the shopkeeper explained. "People were stocking up on them in case the VAT went up." My true love also sent me a second partridge in a pear tree, but it was delivered to the wrong address.

  • On the Third Day of Christmas my true love wanted to send me three French hens. But, under the EEC regulations, there is no longer any such thing as a French hen. My true love could have sent me three Common Market hens, plucked and frozen.

    However, my true love did send me a further partridge in a pear tree and two second-hand turtle doves, but the express delivery service had all their drivers off ill, so they are still in the warehouse.

  • On the Fourth Day of Christmas my true love sent to me four colly birds (blackbirds). The Post Office returned them with a note saying that the only living creatures that may be sent by post are bees, leeches and silkworms. The PO also returned a partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves and three frozen Common Market hens on the grounds that they were a prohibited embarrassing packet.

  • On the Fifth Day of Christmas my true love sent to me five gold rings. They were confiscated by the Treasury, who warned that gold hoarding was illegal.

    My true love also sent to me a partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens and four bees, but the bees stung the messenger boy and he has not been seen since.

  • On the Sixth Day of Christmas my true love sent to me six geese a-laying which are now at the RSPCA Refuge for Pregnant Geese. "We take a serious view of this case," an inspector said. "All these poor geese had to sustain them on their nightmare journey was a bowl of water and some pears, which they had to share with a partridge, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens and four bees. Also, one of the geese swallowed five brass rings and may have to be operated on."

  • On the Seventh Day of Christmas my true love sent to me seven swans-a-swimming. They were swiftly followed by a stiff letter, signed "Elizabeth R," warning that if the Royal Swans were not returned smartish, someone's true love would be spending Christmas in the Tower.

    My true love also sent to me another partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens, four bees, five brass rings and six neutered geese with adequate rations, but the postman got mugged.

  • On the Eighth Day of Christmas my true love thought of sending to me eight maids-a-milking. But my true love was not allowed to advertise for milkmaids in the Sits Vac column, as it would have been an infringement of the Sex Discrimination Act. My true love did send to me, though, a partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens, four bees, five brass rings, six neutered geese and seven ducks-a-swimming. They were suspected of being a parcel bomb and blown up.

  • On the Ninth Day of Christmas my true love sent to me nine ladies dancing. The whole pack of them were arrested under the Street Offences Act. My true love also sent to me a partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens, four bees, five brass rings, six neutered geese, seven ducks-a-swimming and eight persons milking. On their way to my house by van, the eight persons milking were attacked by the six neutered geese, the partridge went berserk, the pear tree toppled on the driver's head and all involved are now in hospital.

  • On the Tenth Day of Christmas my true love sent to me ten lords-a-leaping. But just as they came a-leaping up the front steps, they were called back to the House of Lords for an emergency vote. On the same day my true love sent to me yet another partridge in a pear tree, two more second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens, four bees, five brass rings, six neutered geese, seven ducks-a-swimming, eight persons milking and nine ladies knitting scarves. A council social worker promptly put them all in a luxury hotel until a suitable hostel could be found for them.

  • On the Eleventh Day of Christmas my true love wanted to send to me eleven pipers piping, but they refused to come. They still had not recovered from Hogmanay they said and had no wish to take part in childish songs. So all I got from my true love was a partridge in a pear tree, two second-hand turtle doves, three frozen Common Market hens, four bees, five brass rings, six neutered geese, seven ducks-a-swimming, eight persons milking, nine ladies knitting scarves and ten OBEs-a-leaping. They found where I had hidden the booze and by midnight the police had to be called.

  • And, on the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love emigrated.


Condensed from "Rhubarb, Rhubarb and other noises," © 1979 Keith Waterhouse, published by Michael Joseph Limited. Published in this form in Reader's Digest, December 1979. Illustrations by Michael Ffolkes.

David.
Coupling - Stuck in the Giggle Loop

Best. Christmas. Song. Ever.

I dunno, maybe there can be some sort of internet campaign to get it to Christmas number one next year?

(And hey - season three of Chuck'll be starting in a few weeks... Yay!)

It's okay to have scars, they will make you who you are
It's okay to have fear, as long as you're not scared of coming here
And in the middle of the night, just call if you wanna talk
'Cause you know that I wanna talk too

It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong
But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong
It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight
And have to stay with me another night

And it is brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see
It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been
'Cause we're far apart and my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the dark and now it's light
You pull me out of the dark and now it's light

When we're out in the market and out on the streets
I've got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds
Hoping something good might grow out of this mistletoe
And I won't have to erase your memory

I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep
And the way that your body feels when it's wrapped around me
And I'd like it if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve
So you can hold me
And we'll watch Christmas TV

And it is brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see
It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been
'Cause we're far apart and my lonely heart
Finds it hard to get through the night
You pull me out of the dark and now it's light
You pull me out of the dark and now it's light

So come on home, just come on home
Just come on home, just come on home... (repeat)

(That's where the site I c&p'ed this from ended it. But, ahem, let's not forget the, "1, 2, 3, 4" into the really zippy up-tempo ending bit. *yay*)