pumpkin pie

 by Natalie Dee

internets i hate you

Oh God now I started re-reading those old stories about Romanian orphanages. Now resorting to the "comedy" label in my iTunes, cause I feel sick to my stomach. 

... what are your overheads?? ... she's deaaaad (she's not dead!) ... lalalalalaaa something eeeelse... don't forget about jobs! ... MC Escher that's my favourite MC ...

Okay, feeling a little better.

Lists lists and damned lists!

It seems that after all that fiction writing, I've tumbled headfirst into non-fiction mode, spending the evening reading an odd assortment of topics. Somehow I strayed into reading about WWII (which I think started with reading about the bombing of Dresden.) And I've ended up at the list of 100 Greatest Britons, and it shows that, for all my Anglophilism I am not British, because I don't understand how Princess Diana ended up higher than Darwin, Shakespeare, Newton, Elizabeth the 1st, Tyndale, Emmeline Pankhurst, and Wilberforce. I also don't understand Beckham ahead of Bell, and Boy George ahead of Freddie Mercury. (Maybe Beckham's contribution to football has been as revolutionary as Bell's contribution to communications... ?) I can sort of understand Chaplin being lower on the list since he made his career in the US; on the other hand I Don't Approve of Jane Austen being so low; or the Unknown Warrior.


Then again, I am Canadian AND from Edmonton and I still don't have much appreciation for Wayne Gretzky (#10 on Greatest Canadian list). Buuut then again these lists mean about as much as those "greatest albums of all time" type lists, which are all silly.