No time

Who knows where the time goes, as Sandy Denny song.

There is a theory that it turns into fluff, that you find in your navel. Or is that just if you have wasted your life navel-gazing. As I feel I have done.

Let this be the repository of my negative feelings, down vibes and general neg-headness.

Is that a word? Is worklessness a word?

So, we got another crumb of revenge over Chelski. A dodgy free kick, genius from that infuriating Garcia. No wonder Mourinho was furious. Makes it all the better.

It is not enough to win - others must lose. Now if only MUFC can rain on their parade at the weekend it will be enough for this year.

Question is: Do I want Arsenal to win the european cup? Henry, yes. Wenger, No. Arsenal, no. Annoy Spurs, maybe.

Microsoft must die

I've said it before, and will no doubt say it again but Microsoft are a bunch of cunts. Why would anyone think that holding down a shift key for more than 8 seconds was their way of saying please fuck with my computer settings? I mean why?
MS do.

They leave me screaming in frustration...

Touching from a distance...

In the middle of an extended period overseas and far away. Please don't burgle the house and steal the nice shiny new Dell that I have installed to replace the old piece of shite.
Future entries will no doubt whinge about how bloody that experience was, but for now I will content myself by whinging about how often staff come knocking at the door of my hotel room. Giving me dates and sweeties for God's sake. Just leave me alone!

Alone, and rewatching 24 Hour Party People with Tony Wilson's commentary on it. This is actually the first time I have ever listened to a commentary track for a film (did it for a couple of episodes of Buffy). Having met Anthony H, it is brilliant. Coogan is excellent as a homage/parody. As Wilson says, amazing that something with so many lies in it manages to reach an essential truth.

Which reminds me of how much Mrs. Breadwinner laughed at Half Man Half Biscuits 24 Hour Garage People. She thought she was the only one to play that game.

And above is more loveliness from Scans Daily... that is actually Lois Lane (for reasons I don't know about. Go Supes.

Is this thing on, again?

Computer death. Complete. Not even the Blue screen of death. Nothing Nada.
Oh shit.
Reboot, retry, reload. Nichts.
Call in the Plumber - long story. Lots of work
Three days later we are live, but limp.

Ain't IT wonderful?

And then Blogger goes limp on me too.
Brill. Retype.

It's not like I am busy...
Yes I fucking AM!

5-1

Finally a thrashing. God scores again. Christ, even Morientes scored. What a night.

Must of been wonderful. Oh to have been there.
Of course I should have been, having a season ticket.
However failing to be telepathic I didn't realise the buggers had rearranged the match from Easter Monday! Bastards.

ho hum

So that's the Champions League over for us for this year. Can't argue with that. Benfica had 3 chances over 2 legs, and took all 3 of them. We didn't.
And for the third time Robbie had the ball in the back of the net in front of the kop, and it was disallowed by the linesman. This is getting ridiculous.
Can't see us starting with many of our current set of strikers next year.

a place in our hearts

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fan boy city

OK, I'm a fanboy. I admit it. But I like this image - a promo for Spiderman 3. Now I preferred the X-men movies, and I would rather have a Love and Rockets (or Maggie n'Hopey) movie. But the 2 Spiderman movies rocked.

(This message appears to be being written in Fanboy rather than English, but hey - deal).
So I will watch S3 when it appears on the movie channels. Or maybe on a plane. But I am looking forward to it.

Bit worried about X-men 3 though. But looking forward to the Wolverine movie. And while I am on the subject, Fantastic Four wasn't bad - though Jessica Alba did not convince as Sue Storm, the Thing rocked. Ouch. Didn't mean that. I blame Joss Whedon. Buffy changed my syntax. Like, forever.


Let's not mention losing to Benfica, but celebrate Barcelona beating Chelski and look forward to playing Man City tomorrow. Cue God's first return goal?

tired tired tired

One of those funny little bugs that knocks you off the pace a bit, but not off your feet.
Still, great result at the weekend beating the scum 1-0, and now for Benfica.

The weekend also featured gardening with a sledgehammer and pickaxe. Now that is my approach to gardening!

wait for it, wait for it

So thank you Louis Garcia - 87 mins, but finally we broke through a crap Arsenal team for a deserved 1-0. Well actually we deserved 4-0, but Lehmann played a blinder. We were sure he couldn't stop the own goal, the penalty or Robbies effort. But he did. Bastard.

But justice in the end. So apologies to Louis for any previous suggestions that he was a short arsed Spic who keeps giving the ball away. (note - does Spic apply to Spanish people? I am so behind on my racial abuse. I assume it really means Hispanics, i.e. Mexicans in the USA) In fact he is an extremely talented and brilliant individual with a gift for scoring key goals at key times - who keeps giving the fucking ball away!

Meanwhile, Morientes couldn't score for toffee. And why was Stevie G taking penalties - when God and Nando were on the pitch? Whatever Cisse is, he is NOT a right winger, so its a bit daft to play him there.

Still could be worse - we could be Arsenal. Why can you never find an Arsenal fan to taunt when you want one?

I was caused to wonder how well we would do if we had Thierry Henry up front? Blisteringly I think. Not likely to happen. But neither is him staying at Arsenal if his body language is to be believed - he just didn't look interested.

the 14th

Happy Valentine's day to those who don't find it depressing. Or shmaltzy. Or tawdry. Or too commercial.

Hey, 10 years with my girl. That will do.

And Liverpool v Arsenal too.

What more could a boy want?

entropy

Mrs. Breadwinner is off work this week demolishing the house. Sorry, redecorating.
This has led to me moving office - which was bad because its an effort, and good because I got a wi-fi splitter out of it. Shiny thing. Spiderman Breadcrumb can already say "splitter", and more signficantly "Daddy needs a bigger splitter". Good boy.

Any in the midst of blowing dust of things that I haven't touched or even noticed for years (before Mrs Breadwinner makes me throw them away), I came across a bunch of old, old things. Photographs. Cassettes. My first radio.

Along with numerous cupboards and shelves, most are now landfill. As we all will be in time...

Sami and Mark.

1-0 to us is better than 1-0 to Wigan, so good to be back on the winning track. Good old Sami Hyppia.

Meanwhile, on this here inferwebnet thing, I have discovered Myspace.com, which despite being owned by the Lord of Hell himself (Rupert Murdoch) does have a Mark Gardener (ex-Ride) site where you can hear 4 of his new songs with Goldrush. I recommend it.

Though not as much as Going Blank again, obviously...

Actually this post is mainly so I can post the Batman picture.

Die scum die

Junk phone calls are going to be the death of me. I am getting so many of them, and getting so angry that I think I am going to have a heart attack. And yes we are registered with the Telephone preference service.

Most of them are for mobile phone services - bastards. I'd want them to have a slow lingering death, but that would give them time to make more junk calls - so I think rapid and instantaneous is better.
Ideally we could have phones with an "instant death to caller" option. That would sop junk calls PFQ.

Hola

So, now I am learning Spanish. Gulp. 6 weeks should be enough, shouldn't it?
Actually I will be surprised if I last the week. Just like the gym. Oddly enough I find I acutally have to go to it and do some exercise in order to get fit. Which I can only get the motivation to do if I go to MacDonalds after. Which ruins the point really.

So, what is Spanish for goodbye?

We all live in a Robbie Fowler house...

To the tune of Yellow Submarine.

Well, that was shit. Not to put too fine a point on it. So, we lose to Chelsea again. 2-0 and a sent off goalkeeper.
I think we are getting tired now - there was no real drive or invention. Or finishing, which I guess is why we signed back God.

Ho, hum.

Up Barcelona, is all I can say.

Always remember

There is a meme going round of photoshopped comics - Always remember.
Well it works for me. If you don't know who Mr Manhatten is, or what memes are... well, you should find out.

Ok, try reading Watchmen, Richard Dawkin's The Blind Watchmaker and John Barnes Science Fiction novels, then come back to me.

No, not that John Barnes. The American writer one. Tsk.

The second coming

Well I didn't see that one coming.
I've been a long term advocate of the return of the blessed St. Michaale, but I never anticipated return of God to Anfield. If only he was eligible to play the Scum in the FA cup.
Will he be a success - I have my doubts, but also my hopes. Surely he would not have missed the sitter that Cisse missed at Old Trafford. If he keeps his nose clean (you know what I mean), his weight down and doesn't fall out with Benetiz it could be glorious.

A lot of ifs, but a lot of romance.
Welcome back Robbie.

BTW, I nearly got my wife to go with the first born son being Robert Michael - and then we sold Robbie and I had to change tack to Michael Emile, which gave the game away. Still could have been worse - I wouldn't fancy being Peter Djibril Fernando Florent Breadtrail. Peter Robert - that would do for a name and the front line.

Controversial

You know, and don't all rush to disagree, but I think the Arctic Monkeys are rather good.

Talk about fame - at my mother's funeral yesterday, my 80 year old Uncle was talking about them. Now that is fame.

Da Vinci Codswallop

Ok, so I admit I haven't read the book - but what is it with people and the bloody Da Vinci Code? They are now running courses about it in Dublin. Can't people understand that it is a NOVEL. It's made up. Is that a difficult concept for people? It's not true.

Oh for God's sake...

Which was pretty much what I thought when the Scum got one over on us at the weekend. Oh well, maybe next year for the Premiership. Which leaves us with the FA cup and Champions League to aim for. Same as Arsenal oddly enough.