Showing posts with label urdoinitwrong. Show all posts
Showing posts with label urdoinitwrong. Show all posts

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

for teh mello 2

Saturday, 28 June 2008

food, naughty

last night we went to tescos.

i couldn't resist, it was so beautiful and it tricked me to go in it!

i added 2 milkshakes and a bag of lime & corriander popudums to the list, and d added an enormous bottle of wine (it was quite impressive must be said) and then we got some bread.

this had to be done really, as we got word today that we will not be moving today, and now we will have to eat frozen veggies in curry paste for the next 3 days. with flour. and rice.

Friday, 27 June 2008

chat up

so a guy comes up to me and my friend tonight

he says: hey, i am stuck in between 2 rly boring conversations right now
*we nod*
Dude: and i notice you are having a conversation
(we are, about something political)
Dude: so can i join in?
*we look blankly at him*
Dude: so how old are you both?
Me: omg you shouldn't go around just asking ladies their age, and butting into peoples conversations! how rude are you?
he splutters and sways a bit
My Cool Friend: no, sorry, you can't talk with us
Dude: Oh it's like that is it?
Us: Yes, yes it is!

where do men learn their chat up lines these days anyway? ph41l!

Monday, 23 June 2008

primani shocker

on the beeb right now is the 'primark - on the rack'

so far, they have highlighted

primark are against
* home working
* poverty pay
* child labour

- there are problems in keeping tabs on that, as experienced by all companies, and like most companies, primark send inspectors to make sure that the work done for their clothes is done in factories, however,

*subcontractors and factory manager can send garments home with their workers as homework without primani finding out - panorama can find this out though!

* as a result of this, children are employed, and people are paid below living wages

* women can be paid 52p a day - that's half of the legal minimum wage

suckage.

the prog has some heavy criticisms for the thowaway culture and bright, fashionable young things, poking fun at obessive primark shopping stories, and footage of the stampede on oxford street, amusing anecdotes about fights over pretty things, trends and thowaway fashions.

i'm kinda glad they compared the womens wages to the minimum wage. i get annoyed when shocumentaries start telling you 'this person earns 7p an hour!' and you are like 'oh no! that's terrible!' but if that 7p can get them just as far as the £5.52 can get us, you start to think... so why is it so bad? i mean it is, but i can't help but think we have a distorted picture.

i'm glad there have been some talking heads on the show as well who say things like 'just because something is cheap, it doesn't mean unethical practices, and just because something retails at a much higher price, that doesn't mean it was made in ethical ways.

makes me think...

Thursday, 12 June 2008

i am a sensitive artist

Sensitive Artist
by John S Hall
King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987

I am a sensitive artist...

I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can't help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don't go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don't go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can't deal with people
Because they don't understand me.

I stay home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands

I am sensitive...
I am a sensitive artist...

True, y'know

"Everything You Know Is Wrong"

I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes

I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck

And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr

They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go

And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died

So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code

Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And every day he runs by screaming

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn't really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong