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25 July 2007 @ 03:35 am
Was Six Apart's datacenter 365Media taken down by a drunken, rampaging employee?? Only in a perfect world.
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17 July 2007 @ 03:52 am
This afternoon I stepped on the scale and discovered I have lost approx. 5 lbs in the past week and a half. Naturally I had McDonald's for dinner.

Of course I can't leave without confirming that, yes, Victoria Beckham: Coming to America was in fact twice as hilariously amazing as anticipated. If you didn't watch it through some misguided notion that she is a stuck up twat and you hate her, I assure you that (a) you must re-evaluate your life immediately and then (b) download it. "I was completely shocked and devastated because ...I was wearing flat shoes!"Collapse )

Speaking of footballers, Thierry Henry is getting divorced. Fortune hunters from across Europe are hotfooting it to Barcelona as I type. There's a 50/50 chance my sister is one of them. I don't know much about his wife Nicole, except that she's English and a model. Aren't they all, though? Here's hoping he goes the Alessandro Nesta route the second time around and marries a not-terribly-fetching economist (they met at the 1998 World Cup after he was injured and she took care of him - "I can say, I got the injury and her in France then. And the injury has gone, she has stayed with me." ...*faints a bit*)

John Terry and Frank Lampard's marraige, conversely, is still strong, if a bit sunburned. Hurrah!

And I'm sort of enamoured with Zhang Ziyi's Isreali venture capitalist boyfriend Vivi Nevo. I don't know, I think it's the name.

Now that the Torchwood casting spoiler has been made public, can I say that...Collapse ).

From Vogue Italia: Super Mods Enter Rehab. V.Italia and Steve Miesel have pretty much cornered the market on artistically mocking ridiculous American celebrities. Actually, they've cornered the market on awesomeness in general.

I refuse to watch the trailer for The Dark Is Rising. Tell me please, on a scale of 1-10 how monumentally is this going to crush my faith in the human race? I've already heard some ...things about this movie that displease me greatly. Monumentally. Astronomically. Actually I don't want to even think about it anymore.
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14 July 2007 @ 04:09 am
July/August 2007
Culture Clash: A Vibrant Visual Preview of Kanye West's Graduation*

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I am watching The Real Football Factories International, a miniseries on football ultras around the world. Ultras are super enthusiastic fans usually organized into groups called 'firms'. They are ones that never stop standing and never stop singing, who turn up with the giant handmade banners and wave those bloody annoying flares around. They are all about supporting their club, and if supporting their club includes beating the hell out of you then so be it. It is their cross to bear.

For instance, in Istanbul a firm that supports the club Fernebahce is called "Kill For You". Do the Turks not do the whole 'mincing words' thing?

Suffice to say, they"re a bit hardcore. And they"ve got the best insults.Collapse )

The next episode is Italy, wherein we discover the leaders of a Lazio firm actually planned a hostile takeover of their club. Hilarious(ly frightening)!
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08 July 2007 @ 12:13 am
I love national anthems; they're so hopelessly optimistic. The last line of the Nigerian national anthem, backed by horns that are a quarter beat too slow and (only in my head) a full marching band, state: "One nation bound in freedom, peace and unity." Freedom, peace and unity are three words which, in 47 years of independence, could never have been used to describe Nigeria. But I suppose the hope was that if we sang it enough times, we would believe it. 'Believe and achieve', I think that's what they say. It's not working.

How brilliant/fabulous/incomprehensible/amazing/mindboggling is Roger Federer's monogram man-purse bag? What does he carry in it that he can't carry in his tennis bag? Who cares! It's awe-inspiring. Not even Rafael Nadal's awkwardly endearing capris can touch this for sheer sartorial superiority.

It's almost impossible to explain the appeal of Transformers to someone who (for unknown reasons) refused to watch the cartoon as a kid. Because when they ask, all you can say is "ROBOTS. IN. DISGUISE!!" while punching them repeatedly in the face. Giant alien robots disguised as awesome vehicular machines fighting to the death for the fate of the universe. Obviously it is the second greatest concept in the universe, second only to giant robot lions sequestered in obscure locations around the globe and called up to form a super-giant robot with a giant blazing sword fighting giant evil alien monsters for the fate of the universe. Obviously.

Doctor Who
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18 June 2007 @ 11:56 pm
Doing: I graduated on Friday, June 08. Right now I'm trying to decide between Queen's and McGill for graduate school.

Reading: Just finished Jeffrey Eugenides' Middlesex and Gene Yang's American Born Chinese. Will be starting Children of Hurin in a minute, and am rereading A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth.

Watching: Doctor Who 1.10 and 1.11Collapse )

Not Watching: Age of Love

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I've always had a soft spot for Mark Philippoussis. Despite being kind of an asshole who was annoyingly prone to injury, he was the first pro tennis player I ever watched live. (It was the second leg of the Davis Cup quarterfinals 1999, Australia v. Zimbabwe - to be honest I [and everyone else] was really there for Patrick Rafter). He lost that game, but I spent the better part of the next few years defending him at the dinner table. I see all this effort was for naught. What's more absurd, Mark Philippoussis in an American dating show, or Mark Philippoussis in an American dating show wherein he is obviously required to be charming, polite, and not in any way a complete bitch? Look at his face. Even he can't remember the last time he smiled so hard. Or smiled at all. Ridiculous.

Right now I'm also stoicly not watching the Princes' interview with Matt Lauer.
Current Music: Crybaby
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23 May 2007 @ 11:01 pm
Champion's League Final
Liverpool 1 - 2 AC Milan

Greece Soccer Champions League Final

AC Milan's captain Paolo 'God' Maldini (left) is now the oldest non-goalkeeper to play in a CL final (he's less than a month away from his 39th birthday). He has played for Milan since he was 16 years, and has helped them win 5 of their now 7 CL titles. Pretty legendary in every sense of the word.

I watched a documentary about him last night, so needless to say I'm kind of madly in love right now.
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26 April 2007 @ 05:17 am
You guys! It's nearly the end of the season. Do you know what this means? David Beckham will never play for Real Madrid again. Do you know what this means??

What am I going to do? Thierry/Bobby? DEAD. Andriy/Kaka? DEAD. Jogi/Jurgen? DEAD.
If Frank or John leaves Chelsea this summer I will be extremely put out. Homoeroticism is a fundamental element of the social nature of football. Seriously.

I haven't posted in like a week and I show up to wail over something completely idiotic. Typical.
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17 April 2007 @ 03:15 am
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Rufus in The Guardian Weekend.

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"He tells me how he spent the first day of the new millennium in Ireland, with another straight stranger. "I was with an Irish kid in Dublin and we'd have sex and he'd love it and then he'd realise what was happening, then he'd deck me, and then he'd scream for a while, then we'd start having sex again, then he'd deck me, then he'd scream for a while, then we'd have sex again." He pauses, and smiles. "It was great!" But he knows there was a side to it that was anything but."

I don’t believe it: Richard Wilson is sitting in my wife’s seat. I paid 75 pounds for that. I don’t care if he is a fine comic actor, star of One Foot in the Grave, and Scottish to boot – he’d better shift.
“Oh fuck!” says Sir Ian McKellen as he bustles out of his seat next to Wilson. Sitting in the row in Front, Alan Rickman rotates his head with owlich pinderousness to see what alle the fuss is about.; romolaGarai, pretty-as-a-picture star of the upcoming adaptation of Ian McEwan’s Attonoment, has a quick look too. Sylvester McCoy drops his eci-cream in the aisle.
(link goes to slightly dodgey transcript, for those not foolish enough to squint at mid-res scans like an idiot. i.e. me)

This Jörn fellow is starting to grow on me. By that I mean I just scrolled through a 45 page thread looking for pictures of him and by God, I can either hate myself or love him by force. He's not really that goodlooking, but there is much cuteness. His nose is really big. Just sayin'.
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15 April 2007 @ 08:59 pm
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La Chute - French street dancers.
omg he's totally going to break his face.

Today is the 18th anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster. If you watch Life on Mars you'll remember the foobtall-centric episode where Sam Tyler alludes to hooliganism eventually leading to something even more disasterous. At Hillsborough in 1989, 96 Liverpool F.C. fans were crushed to death. I think by this time fan violence was such a problem that most teams opted to erect fences to seperate the pitch from the stands, and in the terraces (standing only areas) additional fencing was put in to seperate fans into 'cages'. Obviously something bad was bound to happen.
With an estimated 5,000 fans trying to get through the turnstiles and increasing security concerns over crushing outside the turnstiles, the police decided to open up a set of gates, intended as an exit, which did not have turnstiles. This caused a rush of people through the gate into the stadium.
The resulting influx of thousands of fans through a narrow tunnel at the rear of the terrace and into the already overcrowded central two pens caused a huge crush at the front of the terrace, where people were being pressed up against the fencing by the weight of the crowd behind them. The people entering were unaware of the problems being experienced at the fence — police or stewards would normally stand at the entrance to the tunnel if these central pens had reached capacity and would direct fans to the side pens, but on this occasion did not.
What's worse, once people started attempting to climb the fences to escape the crush, police assumed they were trying to invade the pitch and attempted to force them back instead of helping them out. "Fans were packed so tightly in the pens that many died standing up." Christ. And even after the problem became obvious, most of the police were still more concerned with keeping rival fans apart than they were about getting the injured to ambulances.
As these events happened some police officers were still being deployed to make a cordon on the halfway line of the pitch, with the aim of preventing Liverpool supporters reaching the Nottingham Forest fans at the opposite end of the stadium. Some fans attempted to break through the police cordon to ferry injured supporters to waiting ambulances, and were forcibly turned back.
Wow. Okay. Seriously? What's sad is that after that policeman was killed it's starting to feel like Italy may go in the same direction.
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I don't understand why I am here having to deal with this ridiculous weather, while he is in Europe being ...whatever. I'm sick of this you guys, I am absolutely emigrating the hell off of this continent. What a waste of time North America is. Can you believe it's been snowing for three days straight here? In April. APRIL.


Speaking of America - ummm, damn. Okay.
Nicole had been experimenting with a new method to become intoxicated. She had soaked tampons in vodka and then introduced them into her anus and vagina as though she were having her period, in the usual manner. She claimed her body absorbed the alcohol faster that way than if she had drank it.
First of all - 'introduced them into her anus'? Ha! Instant Pulitzer. Girl, stopCollapse )