Here we are again.
Thursday, November 23rd, 2006 03:58 pmThe new torrenting site
rumfuddle put me on to seems to be working very nicely. Maybe not quite as fast for me as he gets stuff (but then his connection is rather faster, too), but much faster than the places I was using before. I managed to set the torrents for House season 3 episode 8 at 9pm and it was all done and finished when I wandered back a couple of hours later.
Last night, we sat and watched Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest courtesy
bytepilot.
ellefurtle enjoyed it a little more than I did, I think, judging by the tears of laughter. We both agreed however, as did
colonel_maxim, that it was a good movie but not as strong as the first and probably 40 minutes too long overall. I have a suspicion that it will end up like Back to the Future II: an interesting interlude between the two good films. We'll see.
And poor old Orlando Bloom still can't act.
Sitting next to me on the desk as I type is the annual selection of stinky cheeses for the GASP1 weekend. To be held for the second year running up on the coast not far from Cromer. It is my fate to be going just a few days before my rearranged blood test. I suspect that I dare not ingest anything stronger than water between Monday morning and Wednesday lunchtime to ensure that I don't end up with blood like molasses. I shall be disappearing off home shortly so that I can take the semi-sentient curds with me on the tube without starting a biological warfare scare.
Muh-hah-haaa.
More later, maybe.
1GASP – Gluttons Against Small Portions.
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And poor old Orlando Bloom still can't act.
Sitting next to me on the desk as I type is the annual selection of stinky cheeses for the GASP1 weekend. To be held for the second year running up on the coast not far from Cromer. It is my fate to be going just a few days before my rearranged blood test. I suspect that I dare not ingest anything stronger than water between Monday morning and Wednesday lunchtime to ensure that I don't end up with blood like molasses. I shall be disappearing off home shortly so that I can take the semi-sentient curds with me on the tube without starting a biological warfare scare.
Muh-hah-haaa.
More later, maybe.
1GASP – Gluttons Against Small Portions.