The trailer for the Hobbit is out 😀
But I can’t watch it properly because for some reason my headphones don’t like voices and so any spoken (or sung) audio isn’t happening. So it’s pretty and exciting and I’m totally getting the full effect of the dramatic music, but I can’t hear a word that’s being said. Solution – only listen to classical music because then it doesn’t matter about vocals!
This is my twelfth day on the trot in this office and I kind of want to die. I get home and I’m not actually sure what I did all day. I know there were phone calls, but I don’t really know what I did or how I solved the problems (if I actually did and didn’t just gibber down the phone at them). The people I work with are lovely, even though they keep leaving the open packets of biscuits on my desk so that I end up eating way more than I want to! It’s like I have no will power and they’re beckoning to me!
I have a long face. I know this because I spent about two hours staring at it reflected in various recording devices trying to film a two minute segment for a DVD for Mother dear, and I got to the point where I hated looking at my face. I live behind my face and use it to convey stuff to other people, so I don’t really know what I look like when I’m talking or doing things with it. Now I know in detail the way my face scrunches up when I’m talking. Not a sight I ever really wanted to be that well acquainted with!
Anyway, back on topic. When I was younger, Mother dearest had a book about dressing for your shape and generally looking appealing to the other sex. I read it probably far more than was healthy, but even at that age I used to get annoyed that it was trying to normalise everyone. Have a long face? Cut your hair and do your make up so that you don’t look like you have a long face! Have wide hips? Cover them up and draw attention elsewhere! Don’t be happy in your skin; make sure your skin looks acceptably normal so that you can be confident that people aren’t going to notice that you haven’t got long legs!
Phnarr. I’m going to revel in my slightly overly large forehead, my long face and ridiculously small nose.
I’m popping off to Gloucester this weekend with Hairy to visit his parents which will be lovely. His dad’s coming up to pick us up on Friday and night and then driving us back on Sunday afternoon. I’m going to go yomping in the woods and nobody’s going to stop me! Hopefully it’s going to be nice weather so that we can have a barbecue and see Hairy’s brother as well as his parents, but in any case I’m looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. I keep meaning to clean the house, but every time I say that I will something else comes up and I end up not being able to do it at all!
Off now to go waste more time upon t’interwebs. I’m thinking of making some teeny tiny roses to turn into earrings.