Chan Chan
Tonight is the eve of my sixth exam or, as I like to call it, Christmas Eve. Calling tonight Christmas Eve means that I can go to sleep filled with a special sense of excitement about the gifts I will receive in the morning. What a thrill it will be! A fat man will have forcibly entered the house and left timely deposits!
Speaking of timely deposits, I have been re-enjoying the masterpiece that is McCabe's The Butcher Boy in preparation for tomorrow's, er, Christmas lunch.
Seriously though, I am feeling good. I have no idea how this paper will go, but I have booked a brief recuperation holiday in a hotel the south east with K for next week. Before then I've got gigs galore, my class party and a cocktails night to look forward to. Ooooh I am savouring the anticipation of sweet, sweet freedom. I have three full weeks of holiday time before the soulless slog of work beginneth.
Long-time commenter, mr_angry, will be taking his personal jet to my hometown for a flying visit (ho ho- HO HO HO!! MERRY CHRISTMAS ONE AND ALL!! ...sorry, that got out of control) tomorrow, and I am going to see to it that he eats the best turkey salad sandwich he has ever tasted.
Oh yes. The very best.
Now, I wash off the dirt that's been accumulating while I've been ducking under the kitchen table revising for the last four days. That way I can have a lie-in in the morning, getting up at 6am instead of 5.
Does life get any better than that? Yes? Oh. Right you are. Off to slit my wrists then.
neuro-praxis -- El cario que te tengo no te lo puedo negar
Posted by neuro-praxis on May 27, 2005 12:24 AM, in the category
Remember, it's not across the tracks or down the highway - do it properly and cut your own head off.
You might want to replace your eyeballs with creme eggs too... at least then those that find your body will have tasty treats.
Posted by: David Barrett at May 27, 2005 02:19 AMYou have just signed in and signed off with the kind of title and signature that I had promised myself I'd never do (once the opening of stig's blog gets underway) for fear of being ripped apart by your good self and some other bloglings.
Now I can go to bed safe in the knowledge that I can indeed throw in unnecessary phrases in other languages- and quote this entry should I be confronted.
I'm in shock. Debo, this is the kinda thing I thought only we'd do (and appreciate ;) ).
Posted by: stig at May 27, 2005 10:10 PMTasty corspe treats. This is every man's dream.
Hrm well. I can't say that I approve of obscure foreign quotes. What I was quoting was a line from Chan Chan, a song by the Buena Vista Social Club.
Frankly, I'm disappointed you didn't notice it, Stig.
And you used to be such a nice boy. Why did you have to go and shoot Mrs. Nugent in the head? :(
Posted by: neuro-praxis at May 28, 2005 12:14 PMHO HO HO!
I really should have eaten one of those turkey sandwitches, shouldn't I? Too bad I was put off by the fact that you are a TOMATO-HATING FIEND!
Posted by: mr_angry at May 28, 2005 06:58 PMI actually did recognise it and thoroughly enjoy Buena Vista Social Club; Chan Chan included. But I'm pretty sure it's the first time we've seen you quote a foreign artist (in his native tongue). That is all.
And this post has not changed my stance on foreign phrases- they will be minimised. :)
Mrs. Nugent had it coming.
Posted by: stig at May 29, 2005 09:53 PM