Dear Die-ary...

I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms already.

Well I've got to page 5 of my comic so far. Then I realised: "Shit. I don't have a storyline." So the project's on hold.

Yeah if you've noticed, I've started uncensoring swears. That's because I wanted to access my blog from skool, but now blogger's blocked on the skool comps anyway, so it doesn't matter anymore. The very initial reason why I censored my swears was because I have McAffee on my compy. But some years ago I BECAME MASTER OF MCAFFEE ON MY COMP FEEL MY WRATH.


Ahem...


My dear daddy says that as we near our holiday (not saying when, filthy burglars!!), I will be allowed to purchase a few more books. I've decided: I'm going for the later ones (13th and onwards) because they're funnier in a bizarre way. But if the Turk's head pops up on eBay, I'll probably go for that one as well. Don't ask me why.


Also: I have an addition to my list. So: 4th reason why Iznogoud's not for kids, or 4th reason why Jean Tabary is a dirty old man.

Mind you, this reason's quite mild... I'll include it, anyway.

#4 Le piège de la sirène

OK so basically what's going on is, this bath in this 'ere pic, is a magic bath. I think: if you pull the plug whilst in the bath, you go to the island of the sirens. Dilat Laraht (french name... ugh! OK, Wa'at Alaf) goes down the plughole, to the island, and comes back. Now, what he says when he returns, is this:

"Do you want to know what I did with the siren, master?" "No! It doesn't interest me." "Damage! (? must be coll. french) I think it will interest you. One can't imagine what you can do with a siren! For example, you take the..."

Iz promptly shuts him up, so we never get to know what we can do with a siren. But I think we all have a pretty good idea. Especially when he goes into the bath and comes back again:

He says a bit more after that but I forgot to get a shot. Never mind.

Iznogoud is right: Dilat/Tuni/Wa'at really is a sex maniac.

If you ask me, I actually like Wa'at. His character has changed so much after Goscinny's death (may his soul be at peace...), but he gets funnier and funnier, and he never fails to make me laugh. So I 'welcome' the sex-obsessed servant.

But erm I still prefer Iz.

Any dang way. I managed to do something I've been meaning to do for about 4 years: Obtain a copy of 'Ompa til du dor' (special characters: APATHY PREVENTS). I love it. It's an album by Kaizers Orchestra, look em up. I especially love 'Kontroll pa Kontinentet' for some reason. Wait, I do know the reason: It reminds me of Iznogoud.

THERE I FUCKING GO AGAIN!! I'll shut up about Iz for 5 minutes now, I swear.

I went to see the latest Indiana Jones movie last Wed. --Thanks to Hannah! Anyway. I have to say: It is... worth watching. A passable effort. But I have to say: It's like watching an old dog trying to keep up with a young puppy. He's 65 years old, for Belissama's sake!! Why are they doing this now, I'd like to know. Why not at least 10 years ago, when poor Harrison F wouldn't have looked so rediculous doing such stunts... (even if he didn't do them himself, the suggestion's there). But no, it was quite good. They even got that cool kid from Even Stevens in there - it also seems he's being snatched up to do a whole line-up of movies. In this one he did a very good job, himself... but I do doubt they said 'Daddyo' in the 50s.

I think I may have put a spoiler in that description... so if you were wondering: (hi-light the next gap to see the spoiler)

The woman from the first Indi. movie is the mother of the kid. The kid is Indi's son.

So that's out the way...

Oh, as we were there during the week at 1pm, LOL, there was only about 5 other people in the cinema!! It was fookin great, man!! But there was a kid sitting next to us, about 8 years old... Questionable?

*tickticktickticktick 5 minutes is up* *breathes in* IZNOGOUD IZNOGOUD IZNOGOUD!!!!!!!!!!!

*runs down the hall* IIIIZZZNNNOOOOGGOOOOOOUUUUDD...........
I'll never take a vow of Iznogoud-related silence again.

OK, so it was scouts tonight.

Yeah, I'm a scout.

*Subliminal message: JOIN THE SCOUTS*

Our scout leaders decided to do something more 'scout-y' for a change, I mean, last time at scouts we went down to the river, made origami boats, dropped them off the bridge, and bombarded them with rocks. That was random. One kid, Jack (I like Jack. He's weird. And he talks to me sometimes. And he's a redhead. Not really a valid reason, but...), ran into the river, threw a rock at a passing boat, missed, and hit a seagull instead.

Ahem, so this week we were to make 'natural art', i.e. collect natural things and make sculptures out of them.

Well, that's what we were supposed to do.

We went around Wimborne, where we're based, doing really chavvy things. We went into the park, you know, threw ourselves at some basketball hoops (I didn't... I mean, I'm about 4'10") and went off... We found several large sticks, which, when we were finished with them, they were tiny twigs. Why? Because the lads (there were only the four of us tonight! Huh.) kept whacking each other with them... Jack was usually the target.

We went into the industrial estate and broke a weird bridge-like thing.

The lads climbed on top of the recycling banks (bottle banks, whatever).

One of the lads (I think I know his name, but won't risk getting it wrong) threw a bottle into the air.

The same guy threw a chair (where did that come from??) into someone's garden.

Jack jumped over a wall, into someone's garden.

We stuck a traffic cone in the middle of the road.


The list goes on, but I'm sure this all counts as libel... eep... so I shall say no more. But what I will say are these two things:

We got assaulted by 3 chavs. One guy, two girls (at least one was a girl!! You can never tell with chavs). The bloke was like, "I f-ck your mom" etc etc, generally to all of us . Personally, I don't see how that's an insult to myself... But anyway. Then they tried to pick on me, get my attention, by saying, "Hey, girl... Hey, you girl... GIRL..." ... I think it's coz I was the only girl in the group out of 4, and uh, that leaves all kinds of insults just begging to be used. So we left them and I got attacked by a dog.

Eventually we went back to the hut with a load of sticks, stones, leaves, a feather, and a flower. We were making 'art' (i.e. piling the stones on a large stick), when 2 chavs come up to the hut and start acting macho. Ed, the leader, goes out and says, "Hello, can we help you?" and the chavs were like, uh, uh, no.. um... et cetera. So Ed invited them in. The chavs, of course, were reluctant. But Ed dragged them in. The chavs dived into the toilets, because they didn't want us to see them. But they were dragged into the main hall. KAHAHAHAHA.


There's more to say but I think that's enough so far.