Liverpool and "$^£"" hackers!
Apr. 8th, 2004 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolThere are four fourteen year olds running around my house.
*dives for cover*
I will not be held responsible for my actions. I feel this should be pointed out at the beginning, should the post degenerate from a simple "What I Did Today" to a blood splattered MESS of teenger peoples. Of which I am one. But that's not the point.
Actually, there's far too much blood and guts in my mind as it is. Last night, the BBC put on the original Dawn Of The Dead, and as such, I watched it before going to bed. I promptly had weird, post-apocolyptic dreams. Only it was a bit like The Tribe (god, d'you remember that?) and I remember dying my hair, since I was really happy that Homebase now didn't exist. I really need to stop watching end of the world films. They're messing with my head and I don't need that. They're quite fun, though...
So, yes. I woke up and swore a lot at the alarm clock. Considering that it was at about 9.30, this is not good. Bah. Am so pathetic over my sleep. At any rate, I did manage to make it to meet playfullemming and off we toddled to Liverpool. Mum actually coughed up some money, and I added the stuff I had in my jar, and it rounded up very nicely to a hundred quid. I'm normally something of a spendthrift (all my money goes on odds and ends rather than actual items) so it was nice to just enjoy retail therapy. Had the usual trouble with clothing shops. The world is not designed for a size twelve girl with remarkably short legs. for the firdt time in my life, though, I actually got a pair of jeans from TopShop. I feel quite proud of myself. Mainly because they fitted. Bit long, but nothing I can't handle.
Got attacked by a religious bloke. No offence to all those on my friends list who are religious (I know there's a couple of you) but he started by basically grabbing me.
"Hello, what type of music do you listen to?"
"Heavy German thrash metal." (I like confusing people.)
"Ah, you looked like a rocker!" (Good on trying to box me, there.) "I am a monk."
I should point that out the priests at my old church were part-time Jesuit monks mixed with some Benedictines. He didn't look like a monk. He then proceeded to brandish a CD at me. I saw the following words "Gouranga Powered Band." Now, I know that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hannahbassill is a fan, but really, it's not for me. As such, I burbled "No, sorry, not my thing whatsoever BYEEEEE!" and ran off. He then attempted to follow me. This was when I broke into a run. There was also a "Rejoice! Jesus is here!" banner, but I resisted the temptation to begin playing with their minds.
I'd also like to point out a bitch with Quiggins. The t-shirts rock. I was *this* close to actually buying a pink (!) t-shirt. But no. They were all small. I am NOT small. I come from a family of women with large busoms (how 18th century did that sound?) on both sides. Ergo, I am not going to fit into a 'small' t-shirt.
I'm done ranting.
At any rate, I came home with a pretty top and a slighty more practical other top. Mother bewailed - they're blue. However, I like blue. I wear a lot of blue. It's a good colour with endless shades. It suits me. I like it. So there.
If anyone got a weird e-mail or message from me, I'm sorry. I suspect that I've been hacked, as my password changed all of a sudden for no reason. It has now been changed and tweaked to death, but I'm completely and utterly paranoid. What kind of weirdo would want to hack into my e-mail? I'm not in any way or form particularly interesting. What kind of joy do you get out of getting into my password? And who would have worked it out, anyway?
Christ. Neo wannabes who think it's amausing to create computer viruses and hack into small e-mail account really, really, really annoy me.
Fourteen year olds are singing along to music and are about to invade. I shall take my copy of SFX and hide in my room, I think.
~Hathy_Col~
P.S In a fit on public spirit and wanting to fund OSA, I pre-ordered A Hat Full Of Sky from Amazon. The Nac Mac Feegle rock my socks. They really do. I want a Nac Mac Feegle icon. Preferablly of Rob Anybody, because he has quite a good picture in the cover of Wee Free Men.
*dives for cover*
I will not be held responsible for my actions. I feel this should be pointed out at the beginning, should the post degenerate from a simple "What I Did Today" to a blood splattered MESS of teenger peoples. Of which I am one. But that's not the point.
Actually, there's far too much blood and guts in my mind as it is. Last night, the BBC put on the original Dawn Of The Dead, and as such, I watched it before going to bed. I promptly had weird, post-apocolyptic dreams. Only it was a bit like The Tribe (god, d'you remember that?) and I remember dying my hair, since I was really happy that Homebase now didn't exist. I really need to stop watching end of the world films. They're messing with my head and I don't need that. They're quite fun, though...
So, yes. I woke up and swore a lot at the alarm clock. Considering that it was at about 9.30, this is not good. Bah. Am so pathetic over my sleep. At any rate, I did manage to make it to meet playfullemming and off we toddled to Liverpool. Mum actually coughed up some money, and I added the stuff I had in my jar, and it rounded up very nicely to a hundred quid. I'm normally something of a spendthrift (all my money goes on odds and ends rather than actual items) so it was nice to just enjoy retail therapy. Had the usual trouble with clothing shops. The world is not designed for a size twelve girl with remarkably short legs. for the firdt time in my life, though, I actually got a pair of jeans from TopShop. I feel quite proud of myself. Mainly because they fitted. Bit long, but nothing I can't handle.
Got attacked by a religious bloke. No offence to all those on my friends list who are religious (I know there's a couple of you) but he started by basically grabbing me.
"Hello, what type of music do you listen to?"
"Heavy German thrash metal." (I like confusing people.)
"Ah, you looked like a rocker!" (Good on trying to box me, there.) "I am a monk."
I should point that out the priests at my old church were part-time Jesuit monks mixed with some Benedictines. He didn't look like a monk. He then proceeded to brandish a CD at me. I saw the following words "Gouranga Powered Band." Now, I know that
hannahbassill is a fan, but really, it's not for me. As such, I burbled "No, sorry, not my thing whatsoever BYEEEEE!" and ran off. He then attempted to follow me. This was when I broke into a run. There was also a "Rejoice! Jesus is here!" banner, but I resisted the temptation to begin playing with their minds.I'd also like to point out a bitch with Quiggins. The t-shirts rock. I was *this* close to actually buying a pink (!) t-shirt. But no. They were all small. I am NOT small. I come from a family of women with large busoms (how 18th century did that sound?) on both sides. Ergo, I am not going to fit into a 'small' t-shirt.
I'm done ranting.
At any rate, I came home with a pretty top and a slighty more practical other top. Mother bewailed - they're blue. However, I like blue. I wear a lot of blue. It's a good colour with endless shades. It suits me. I like it. So there.
If anyone got a weird e-mail or message from me, I'm sorry. I suspect that I've been hacked, as my password changed all of a sudden for no reason. It has now been changed and tweaked to death, but I'm completely and utterly paranoid. What kind of weirdo would want to hack into my e-mail? I'm not in any way or form particularly interesting. What kind of joy do you get out of getting into my password? And who would have worked it out, anyway?
Christ. Neo wannabes who think it's amausing to create computer viruses and hack into small e-mail account really, really, really annoy me.
Fourteen year olds are singing along to music and are about to invade. I shall take my copy of SFX and hide in my room, I think.
~Hathy_Col~
P.S In a fit on public spirit and wanting to fund OSA, I pre-ordered A Hat Full Of Sky from Amazon. The Nac Mac Feegle rock my socks. They really do. I want a Nac Mac Feegle icon. Preferablly of Rob Anybody, because he has quite a good picture in the cover of Wee Free Men.
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Date: 2004-04-08 11:05 am (UTC)I have two pink Quiggins t-shirts - the Sex Pistols one and the Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll one. Actually, I've always wanted one with "Fertility, Inebriety and Music" on it, but I digress.
My commiserations on the fourteen-year-olds!
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Date: 2004-04-08 12:59 pm (UTC)My commiserations on the fourteen-year-olds!
They began by going on the computer, going into my playlist and selecting the music. Well, fair enough. At least they're listening to decent music, right?
Or not. I then proceeded to listen to my sister and her friends singing along to both Every Me, Every You AND Our Time Is Running Out. I curled up in a ball on the kitchen floor and wanted to cry. And swear. What where they DOING to my songs? I viciously ABHOR people singing along as a rule, and MORE SO when it's my sister, and she can sing PERFECTLY well on her own merits and instead chooses to try and emulate the singer and thank the LORD you weren't here to hear what she was doing to Brian Molko.
Sorry. I needed to get that out of my system. Don't I sound arsey when I'm rattled?
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Date: 2004-04-08 01:34 pm (UTC)I watched DoD too and it was shyte. I laughed my ass off at the zombies and orange blood.
Comiserations re the teenybopper invasion! Hide your dildo and vodka!!!
xxx
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Date: 2004-04-08 01:39 pm (UTC)The remake of DoD is LOADS better. Gore, blood and sex. What more does a girl need?
DUDE!!!!
Date: 2004-04-09 02:02 am (UTC)Han-x-
GOURANGA!
Re: DUDE!!!!
Date: 2004-04-09 09:55 am (UTC)... yes, I realise I'm obsessed with zombies. *grins* Have fun weekend then, m'dear!