Friday, May 12, 2006

Things Which Bug Me Inordinately :

Grammatical Errors in songs

Last night Craig downloaded the System of a Down song "Lonely Day". The first System of a Down song that I've ever actually liked ... until I paid attention to the lyrics :
The Most Loneliest Day of My Li-i-i-ife
There is NO SUCH THING as the MOST LONELIEST! The Loneliest IS the MOST LONELY.

Don't even get me started on The Darkness :
A One Way Ticket to He-e-ll and Back
Again! There can be NO SUCH THING.
I cannot listen to the song, and because the album has THAT line as the title - I've had to boycott that as well.

And then my head explodes.
Actually, no, I just claw at it and shriek and Craig finds it all just SO amusing

Mispronunciation bugs me less, as in the Natasha Bedingfield song "These Words Are My Own" when she sings :
No Hyperbole to Hide Behind
Pronouncing Hyperbole as Hyper-Bowl instead of Hyper-Bo-Lee.
But perhaps I'm biased because I love the song.

NB: I think I like "Lonely Day" in part because the title makes me think of the Lou Reed song "Perfect Day"

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

More exciting than Keith Richard's Brain Surgery ...

I would be lying if I said that this comment I received

I like reading about you and your husband; there should be a movie about you two.

hadn't completely made my day.

(I've got a headache, but it's better than a Subdural Haematoma)

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Light Conversation over Dessert with my Family

Last night at dinner I was telling a story ...

On the day of the Tsunami-warning-that-most-of-New-Zealand-slept-through I was talking to a lady who commented on the terrible weather, so naturally I countered with "Well, it's better than a Tsunami!" and her only reply was "oh, ha, yes I suppose so, I didn't think of it like that" because of course she had slept through the Tsunami Warning.

Charlotte : I've got a cold but it's better than being eaten alive by crocodiles
Me : well, I've got the sniffles but it's better than the plague
Mummy-dear : When I was pregnant with you [Me] and smoking, a lady at my work asked if I was worried and I said "well it's better than heroin"
Me : Oh, I feel so much better now
Mummy-dear : and she never spoke to me again! I think she thought I was some kind of closet heroin addict.

p.s. I turned out just fine. Just Fine. As long as you don't ask Craig or my sisters to back that up.