The Unofficial Badmovies.org Random Thought Thread!

[Alex]

I wonder if any of the porn versions of Star Wars, someone has used the line "You don't know the power of the back side"?

[ER]

Good advice: When you and your friend are fleeing a lion, you don't have to outrun the lion, only your friend.


Exceptions:

While the survivor type was smugly explaining his strategy to his friend, he slowed down, so the lion dined on the smartass.

The lion caught his friend and still chased down the thinker, since the lion wanted seconds.

The lion passed the slow man, preferring his free range meat to be in good shape.

Both men were Texans, therefore would have drawn their concealed pistols, turned and unloaded into the lion.

[Alex]

Work was a bit slow today. Sorted out transport for an appointment at Kinloss for tomorrow since my current medication doesn't allow me to drive and did some miscellanious stuff. Got padlocks for the station crash kit and just as we locked it all up an emergency state two was called for a bird strike on an aircraft. Went home for lunch in a downpour that lasted just long enough for me to get from work to home.

Conversation at work this afternoon basically went along the lines of "Well since pretty much everyone in the armed forces is clean shaven and terrorists all have beards, all we have to do to make the world a safer place is kill everyone with facial hair". Afterall Genghis Khan had a beard, Muslim terrorists always have straggly things going on that look like a goat has been chewing on them, Hitler had his 'tache thing, Napoleon had his sideburns, Stalin had a big 'tache too and so on. It was also mentioned that even Hans Gruber had his neatly trimmed thing going on. I wasn't sure if that last one was meant seriously or not and decided that I would assume it was a joke and save my sanity a bit just in case I got an answer that made me not want to live on this planet any more again.

Kristi had her first ultrasound today, so I got off work at three. Nine weeks is a little early but after last time we'd been feeling a bit nervous. We saw the midwife on Friday. Was the came one we had last time, Cilla and she said she'd recommend an early scan for us rather than wait until the twelve week point. So we got a phonecall yesterday giving us an appointment today (so much for all the newspaper stories about long NHS waiting times). I could actually figure out where the head was and we could see the motion of the tiny heart beating. Not bad for someone measuring 23mm so far. The nurse spotted a second sack and Kristi begain to panic about he possibility of twins. Last time I tormented Kristi that she was going to have octuplets and that I was going to name her Prime One Of Nine and then the eight kids would be called 2 of 9, 3 of 9 and so on, just so we could have a child called 7 of 9. Since out of the two of us she is the Star Trek geek I figured she'd like that one more than she did.

Note for the future folks. Standing there singing "It takes two baby", does not calm down an aggitated wife at this point. Nor does saying you want to watch a movie with both Arnie and Danny Devito in it tonight.

Turns out the second sack was empty and this happens some times. Anyway we had a bit of a chat with the doctor (I am not going to even going to try and spell his trade, didn't sleep well last ngith and my brain is struggling there today), again the same one as last time. Kristi's blood pressure and everything else they measured seemed fine.

Went to The Muckle Cross for a meal which was decent. Even decided to have a pint of beer to celebrate. Had a burger with a rarebit sauce on it. I didn't know you could have a rarebit sauce. For anyone who isn't familiar with that, it is the national dish of Wales and is basically cheese on toast. Cheese on toast just happens to be one of my favourite snacks, although I tend to shock my American friends by putting other things on it too like onions, tomatoes, cold meat, Worcheshire Sause and so on. Apparently the thought of putting other toppings on cheese on toast had never occured to them and it tends to be something of a taste sensation. The other thing I can make really well is French Toast. Anything else I cook tends to come from the freezer or be an egg.

Anyway since Kristi tried to fall asleep on my shoulder when we were walking outside I figured we should get a taxi home rather than wait for the bus. It just happened to be rush hour by the time we were going home, which is only bad at the moment since all the roads leading into Lossiemouth currently have roadworks on them (well unless you want to drive miles out of your way and go via Hopeman) at the same time. Nice planning there department of works.

Got some toys for the cat. One of them has bells and things on an elastic string which is then tied onto a stick. I wedged the stick down the side of a chair so the string dangles down. Dagon has learned to bite on one of the bells then walk away until he has stretched the elastic as far as he can, then let it go and chases the dangling things. Watched him do that over and over again for 10 minutes or so and filmed him for part of that.

I have stuff I should be doing right now, but the urge to just take it easy tonight and relax has taken over and I am powerless in its grasp!

Today was a good day.

[Leah]

Is it safe to say that we all should kick Joel Osteen in the groin, since only a couple of hours ago when Mosques and other churches in Houston has been open since the start of Harvey?

[ER]

Awoke to the gift of a foggy morning, shrinking the world to a furlong in any direction, the grayness playing tricks with noises, making the sound of squirrel claws on oak bark audible across the lawn, conveying bird chirps from beyond the treeline, the smell all around us that of a cloud visiting from a sky too full to keep all its children at home. Mornings like this, I remarked to Dai-keag-ity, put down roots in memory.

[Alex]

Was supposed to sign in the building keys on Friday after work, but forgot about it until Saturday morning at which point I went and handed them in.

My sergeant today asked me if I had remembered to sign the keys in which I was happily able to answer 100% honestly "Yes".

Pity he then asked me if I had remembered to sign them in on Friday.

[Chainsawmidget]

Is it safe to say that we all should kick Joel Osteen in the groin, since only a couple of hours ago when Mosques and other churches in Houston has been open since the start of Harvey?

If we held him down and charged people a dollar a kick, we'd have a LOT of money to donate to Harvey relief. 

Just offering that as an idea. 

[ER]

Wow, I'm at 3,500 posts! Oh, wait....

[Alex]

Went for an appointment with the nurse who is going to be taking me through CBT (cognative behavioural therapy). Got given a diary where I have to write things that affect me emotionally, how it makes me feel and mark it out of 10. This is going to be good. "2 am. Woke up as per usual after four hours sleep. Lay in bed for another 4 hours wishing I could get back to sleep. Felt irritated. 4/10. 6:15 am Got out of bed, looked out the window. Apocalypse still failing to happen, thus negating my plans for surviving it. Felt let down by a variety of deities that I don't believe in. 2/10. 7:30 am Found out I hadn't won the lottery. 4/10. Feel like the universe is not going along with my plan for it. Went into cuddle Kristi before going to work and spent 10 minutes tickling her 9/10 Love hearing her laugh" Thinking about asking for a different nurse though. This one is about 6'4", blonde haired and extremely attractive which I am finding is distracting me from the therapy side of things that I am trying to concentrate on. Normally I prefer darker haired women with deep brown eyes. Man, I can stare into eyes like that for hours and be lost in the mystery of them.

Although I have since learned to my cost, doing that in bars to strange women gets you in trouble for stalking.

Anyway, I concentrated on her telling me what the program involved and discussed the side effects I am getting from the tablets and ignored how many times she was crossing and uncrossing her long legs and didn't wonder why she wasn't being a model instead. Anyway, she is the nurse assigned to my case and I'll be seeing her every two weeks and I am not going to go doing anything silly and Kristi said when we first got married window shopping is allowed, but no trying things on or buying anything. I have never actually cheated on any of my partners and I don't plan on starting now.

Spent the morning sweeping out one of the hangers since the Station Commander is inspecting it next week and the section didn't have spare manpower to clean it themselves. So we had four cpls and a chief tech sweeping out a hanger. About half the guys complained a lot that as highly trained technicians they shouldn't have to do stuff like that, the other half saids "You are in the military, get on with what you've been ordered to do and shut up." Me, I just kept brushing and figured hey is someone wants to pay me well over £30k a year to sweep up, hell I can do that.

Signed up for unihock today (ice hockey without ice). We actually managed to get a full team of 6 together (5 on the field at any time and one reserve). I played my normal role of blocking people. Literally, if someone on the other team is running, my job is to go stand in front of them and let them run into me. Being short most of them are very surprised when they bounce off me (advantage of being short and broad is that I have a low centre of gravity which comes as a surprise to taller people). My nickname back in training was "The Rock", although I suspect that was more because I didn't like playing football (soccer to anyone from the states) and when forced to I would tend to stand there and not do anything than anything else.

Anyway, watched the other teams play first and picked out who the physical guys were who would ram into everyone else as my targets for when we played them. Unfortunately when it came to the worst offender, that was my turn to sit out a match. Still it was funny to watch, especially when our warrant officer got taken out by the guy I would otherwise have been going after. I felt the impact through the barrier I was standing behind as the warrant crashed into it and went down like... well something going down very fast. I was disappointed that we were playing with plastic sticks as it meant my signature move of hooking my stick around my opponents leg and tripping them up wouldn't work quite as well as it does with wooden ones.

Something about unihock brings out my competative side. Unless I am playing against Fijians. Seriously, never play a contact game against anyone from Fiji. They are all sharp bits and hard corners.

Out of the eight teams playing in the tournament we managed to reach a mighty seventh place, but hey we didn't come last.

My knees are now screaming at me for doing so much running about. I miss being able to run as much as I could when I was in my teens and twenties. Sitting at home now about to watch the last Harry Potter movie to complete the marathon Kristi wanted. Dagon is sitting on my lap purring.

Right now, life is good. :) Hope yours is too.

[ER]

Went for an appointment with the nurse who is going to be taking me through CBT (cognative behavioural therapy). Got given a diary where I have to write things that affect me emotionally, how it makes me feel and mark it out of 10. This is going to be good. "2 am. Woke up as per usual after four hours sleep. Lay in bed for another 4 hours wishing I could get back to sleep. Felt irritated. 4/10. 6:15 am Got out of bed, looked out the window. Apocalypse still failing to happen, thus negating my plans for surviving it. Felt let down by a variety of deities that I don't believe in. 2/10. 7:30 am Found out I hadn't won the lottery. 4/10. Feel like the universe is not going along with my plan for it. Went into cuddle Kristi before going to work and spent 10 minutes tickling her 9/10 Love hearing her laugh" Thinking about asking for a different nurse though. This one is about 6'4", blonde haired and extremely attractive which I am finding is distracting me from the therapy side of things that I am trying to concentrate on. Normally I prefer darker haired women with deep brown eyes. Man, I can stare into eyes like that for hours and be lost in the mystery of them.

Although I have since learned to my cost, doing that in bars to strange women gets you in trouble for stalking.

Anyway, I concentrated on her telling me what the program involved and discussed the side effects I am getting from the tablets and ignored how many times she was crossing and uncrossing her long legs and didn't wonder why she wasn't being a model instead. Anyway, she is the nurse assigned to my case and I'll be seeing her every two weeks and I am not going to go doing anything silly and Kristi said when we first got married window shopping is allowed, but no trying things on or buying anything. I have never actually cheated on any of my partners and I don't plan on starting now.

Spent the morning sweeping out one of the hangers since the Station Commander is inspecting it next week and the section didn't have spare manpower to clean it themselves. So we had four cpls and a chief tech sweeping out a hanger. About half the guys complained a lot that as highly trained technicians they shouldn't have to do stuff like that, the other half saids "You are in the military, get on with what you've been ordered to do and shut up." Me, I just kept brushing and figured hey is someone wants to pay me well over £30k a year to sweep up, hell I can do that.

Signed up for unihock today (ice hockey without ice). We actually managed to get a full team of 6 together (5 on the field at any time and one reserve). I played my normal role of blocking people. Literally, if someone on the other team is running, my job is to go stand in front of them and let them run into me. Being short most of them are very surprised when they bounce off me (advantage of being short and broad is that I have a low centre of gravity which comes as a surprise to taller people). My nickname back in training was "The Rock", although I suspect that was more because I didn't like playing football (soccer to anyone from the states) and when forced to I would tend to stand there and not do anything than anything else.

Anyway, watched the other teams play first and picked out who the physical guys were who would ram into everyone else as my targets for when we played them. Unfortunately when it came to the worst offender, that was my turn to sit out a match. Still it was funny to watch, especially when our warrant officer got taken out by the guy I would otherwise have been going after. I felt the impact through the barrier I was standing behind as the warrant crashed into it and went down like... well something going down very fast. I was disappointed that we were playing with plastic sticks as it meant my signature move of hooking my stick around my opponents leg and tripping them up wouldn't work quite as well as it does with wooden ones.

Something about unihock brings out my competative side. Unless I am playing against Fijians. Seriously, never play a contact game against anyone from Fiji. They are all sharp bits and hard corners.

Out of the eight teams playing in the tournament we managed to reach a mighty seventh place, but hey we didn't come last.

My knees are now screaming at me for doing so much running about. I miss being able to run as much as I could when I was in my teens and twenties. Sitting at home now about to watch the last Harry Potter movie to complete the marathon Kristi wanted. Dagon is sitting on my lap purring.

Right now, life is good. :) Hope yours is too.

Some people here have kindly said sometimes I write interesting posts, but these accounts of your life are almost always the first thing I read on BMDO, Alex. I usually get a chuckle, raise an eyebrow here and there, go "huh!", cringe, and occasionally facepalm, so well done!

I also got asked to keep a diary like that years ago, in my case marking each waking hour F- to A+ but I didn't keep up with it. The doctor asked why I quit after thirteen hours and I said because it was depressing me, and she said, "Then I'll adjust these on a curve."

[Alex]

Went for an appointment with the nurse who is going to be taking me through CBT (cognative behavioural therapy). Got given a diary where I have to write things that affect me emotionally, how it makes me feel and mark it out of 10. This is going to be good. "2 am. Woke up as per usual after four hours sleep. Lay in bed for another 4 hours wishing I could get back to sleep. Felt irritated. 4/10. 6:15 am Got out of bed, looked out the window. Apocalypse still failing to happen, thus negating my plans for surviving it. Felt let down by a variety of deities that I don't believe in. 2/10. 7:30 am Found out I hadn't won the lottery. 4/10. Feel like the universe is not going along with my plan for it. Went into cuddle Kristi before going to work and spent 10 minutes tickling her 9/10 Love hearing her laugh" Thinking about asking for a different nurse though. This one is about 6'4", blonde haired and extremely attractive which I am finding is distracting me from the therapy side of things that I am trying to concentrate on. Normally I prefer darker haired women with deep brown eyes. Man, I can stare into eyes like that for hours and be lost in the mystery of them.

Although I have since learned to my cost, doing that in bars to strange women gets you in trouble for stalking.

Anyway, I concentrated on her telling me what the program involved and discussed the side effects I am getting from the tablets and ignored how many times she was crossing and uncrossing her long legs and didn't wonder why she wasn't being a model instead. Anyway, she is the nurse assigned to my case and I'll be seeing her every two weeks and I am not going to go doing anything silly and Kristi said when we first got married window shopping is allowed, but no trying things on or buying anything. I have never actually cheated on any of my partners and I don't plan on starting now.

Spent the morning sweeping out one of the hangers since the Station Commander is inspecting it next week and the section didn't have spare manpower to clean it themselves. So we had four cpls and a chief tech sweeping out a hanger. About half the guys complained a lot that as highly trained technicians they shouldn't have to do stuff like that, the other half saids "You are in the military, get on with what you've been ordered to do and shut up." Me, I just kept brushing and figured hey is someone wants to pay me well over £30k a year to sweep up, hell I can do that.

Signed up for unihock today (ice hockey without ice). We actually managed to get a full team of 6 together (5 on the field at any time and one reserve). I played my normal role of blocking people. Literally, if someone on the other team is running, my job is to go stand in front of them and let them run into me. Being short most of them are very surprised when they bounce off me (advantage of being short and broad is that I have a low centre of gravity which comes as a surprise to taller people). My nickname back in training was "The Rock", although I suspect that was more because I didn't like playing football (soccer to anyone from the states) and when forced to I would tend to stand there and not do anything than anything else.

Anyway, watched the other teams play first and picked out who the physical guys were who would ram into everyone else as my targets for when we played them. Unfortunately when it came to the worst offender, that was my turn to sit out a match. Still it was funny to watch, especially when our warrant officer got taken out by the guy I would otherwise have been going after. I felt the impact through the barrier I was standing behind as the warrant crashed into it and went down like... well something going down very fast. I was disappointed that we were playing with plastic sticks as it meant my signature move of hooking my stick around my opponents leg and tripping them up wouldn't work quite as well as it does with wooden ones.

Something about unihock brings out my competative side. Unless I am playing against Fijians. Seriously, never play a contact game against anyone from Fiji. They are all sharp bits and hard corners.

Out of the eight teams playing in the tournament we managed to reach a mighty seventh place, but hey we didn't come last.

My knees are now screaming at me for doing so much running about. I miss being able to run as much as I could when I was in my teens and twenties. Sitting at home now about to watch the last Harry Potter movie to complete the marathon Kristi wanted. Dagon is sitting on my lap purring.

Right now, life is good. :) Hope yours is too.

Some people here have kindly said sometimes I write interesting posts, but these accounts of your life are almost always the first thing I read on BMDO, Alex. I usually get a chuckle, raise an eyebrow here and there, go "huh!", cringe, and occasionally facepalm, so well done!

I also got asked to keep a diary like that years ago, in my case marking each waking hour F- to A+ but I didn't keep up with it. The doctor asked why I quit after thirteen hours and I said because it was depressing me, and she said, "Then I'll adjust these on a curve."

Stop woman, you'll make me blush.

[Alex]

The plan for today was get up early, go into Elgin and do our monthly grocery shop. Kristi was actually sleeping this morning , so I decided to get up and let her sleep as long as she needed. Not having been pregnant myself I have no idea how tiring it is, so I tend to let her rest.

Besides she had moved into my side of the bed and I had about enough room for half a butt cheek of width to fit on the bed.

Went into the man cave. Felt like having some alone time so despite his wails Dagon stayed in his bedroom for a bit longer than usual. Even when I heard the loud crash of him knocking something over. Eventually sometime around half nine Kristi surfaced and we finally went out. On the way there Kristi was mentioning how she had a random urge to go to Inverness today instead, but we needed to go shopping in Elgin instead. I took the hint and "persuaded" her we could go to Inverness. It was a nice warm day outside and it seemed a shame to spoil it by just shopping for food.

We had an hour to wait for the train so went to grab a Subway for second breakfast to celebrate Tolkiens anniversary of him dying. Normally this is something that wouldn't bother me, but a near by crying child was really getting on my nerves for some reason. After that we headed down for the train. It being later in the day that I would normally choose to travel the train was packed. Two separate hen parties and a bunch of guys in sports tops and kilts heading to a rugby game and everyone else was drinking. The train was pretty packed, hot and with all the drunks damn noisy too. By the time we got to Inverness I very much wanted to be away from crowds and noise. Didn't let Kristi know how I was feeling though until after we'd been everywhere she wanted to go. Actually got her to buy herself some new clothes which is an achievement in itself. Besides I've got my little brothers wedding coming up next month so at the very least she needs something for that. I don't get all the rules women seem to have about what to buy for these things. I mean I get her not buying a dress the same colour as the bride, but when you start talking about "I can't wear colour X because the brides mother is going to be wearing that". I pointed out that it would be virtually impossible to find a colour that no one else would be wearing at such an event. Being Scottish is great for weddings. Got to go to one? Give me a kilt and I am sorted.

Picked up the new Motorhead album. Don't normally buy post death cash ins but in this case I decided to make an exception. I love the cover of Bowies 'Heroes'. Also picked up some Germans infantry for my WW2 army as well and 'Get Out' since I've been wanting to watch that one since I first heard about it. Anyway, we didn't take our usual stroll along the banks of the River Ness so I guess the crowds were getting to her as well. She didn't even want to walk around her favourite cemetery in Inverness (which if ER ever visits this corner of Scotland I am defo going to take her to, or at least get Kristi to take her to). Its where they executed the prisoners after the Battle Of Culloden. You can see the grave stone where they sat the prisoners and across from it, where they rested the musket to aim it at the prisoners. You can also see the building just over the river where they kept them prisoner until they were taken for execution. They'd have been able to see the killings from the prison windows. Got Kristi a new ship for her X-Wing fleet (Auzituck Gunship) and a pack of extra cards for Munchkin too. Went looking for a book my nurse wants me to read, The Chimp Paradox which everyone else seems to have heard of, but I've blissfully drifted through life without any knowledge of.

But then as I said to the Flight Sergeant some years ago when he asked if I knew how to open a safe in the office that was complicated to unlock and very temperamental on the combination.

"I treasure my ignorance."

Got back to Elgin, popped into Lidl and Asda for some shopping, ignoring the voice in my head telling me it wanted to go home right NOW! Got the shopping finished although I was glad the super market wasn't as full as I expected. I don't generally react that way when I go out, but I am going through an adjustment phase on the meds and was warned to expect this kind of thing.

When I got in I wanted to listen to the new album in peace and quiet, but people kept wanting to talk to me. Made me feel pretty irritated so I guess I should put that in my mood diary thing.

Anyway, relaxing now with a couple of beers and just chilling out. I can feel me mood improving and shortly I'll go finish off tomorrows D&D adventure once I finish watching 'Get Out'.

Despite how I was feeling inside, today was a good day.

[LilCerberus]

If I lived in a skull, I would have been driven from it by a boredom so violent...

[ER]

These. Early. Morning. Masses. Are. Going. To. Be. The. End. Of. Me. Why can't I have a kid who likes sleeping in?

[javakoala]

These. Early. Morning. Masses. Are. Going. To. Be. The. End. Of. Me. Why can't I have a kid who likes sleeping in?

Life is full of wonder and adventure when you are a kid. Everything (except doing chores your folks make you do) has this insanely attractive sheen that turns a kid's brain into scrambled eggs from giddiness and excitement.

Be thankful that your kid cleaves to something that is steeped in regimen, structure, and order. Even though it is a bit wearing on you, maybe it is a good thing in the long run that she finds wonder in the intricate dance that is Mass. It may serve her, and you possibly, well somewhere down the road.

Then again, after examining structure as a child, she might become a total anarchist hellbent for hedonism when she hits her teens. If that happens, you will remember these days with fondness.