Having seen this, I'm really surprised there wasn't one made at the time. I'd have been even more surprised if the writing quality had been this good.

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( Mar. 14th, 2010 08:25 pm)
Sharon has been having a terrible time settling Lex (he's teething - big, painful rear teeth), whereas I'm having some trouble, but nowhere near as much. I was trying to come up with anything I did differently, couldn't think of anything, but mentioned that I now always finish with the Venusian lullaby from Doctor Who. It's the one Pertwee uses to hypnotise Aggedor, the royal beast of Peladon.

No, really. I couldn't make that up.

Anyway Sharon tried to settle Lex tonight, and he would not settle. She headed off to resettle him again, and this time it worked! When she came down, I told her I was surprised, and didn't think he was going to settle.

She mimed patting Lex's back and then starting singing a rough version of... you guessed it! It's the easiest he's settled for her in a while.

Here's the only copy I could find on Youtube.

dalekboy: (Self-Replicating Device)
( Mar. 14th, 2010 06:54 pm)
So been doing the Twitter thing, following famous people and friends I like, being followed by friends and the occasional stranger.

On Friday I put up a post that said, - Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because I will short-sheet your bed at the first opportunity. Got a couple of replies from friends and I thought to myself, here's a little bit of creativity I can inject into Twitter for myself.

I've realised I need that creative outlet, no matter how small. It's basically why I don't visit Facebook very often. I like some of the games and stuff, but it doesn't make me want to do more than play them. It sucks at my time but doesn't give me an outlet for the things I need an outlet for. That's not going to keep my interest very long, no matter how much some of my friends who use it mean to me, and how much I like playing Scrabble.

So I basically figured I'd try to do a new Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because... every day that I had net access ('cause I'll be damned if I'll pay SMS costs to Tweet). It's fairly light-on, but I figured I'd have fun coming up with stuff.

So yesterday I posted - Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Hate me because that time you thought you'd misplaced your keys, I had deliberately hidden them. - I did it just before I started following Roger Ebert. Ebert retweeted three of his new followers, as he seems to do every day, I was one. Twitter weirdness follows... )
I wonder if this was the original version of the Cantina scene from Star Wars?

Another youtube vid below the cut )
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( Dec. 24th, 2009 11:24 pm)

Arañas Infernales dates from 1968 and stars Mexican luchadore wrestler Blue Demon as the hero who finds himself pitted against the Hellish Spiders of the title.Read more... )
dalekboy: (Rod Serling & books)
( Dec. 23rd, 2009 04:57 pm)
So, today I've had a nice little outlandish coincidence.

As is the norm, before Lex went down to sleep, he wanted a book read for him. I usually let him choose, but I was tired, so I chose. In amongst the books was a copy of the Little Golden Book of Pinocchio. I remembered mum telling me that it was my favourite book as a child, and that I always drove her nuts by wanting her to read it to me again and again. So I thought, yeah, let's read that one.Read more... )
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( May. 5th, 2009 08:54 pm)
I have just discovered that, apparently, there are those that have referred to me as "the Confather"...

On an evening where I feel like a delicate flower, this does not so much comfort me as leave me feeling rather bemused.

Still, could be worse, they could be calling me a SMOF. I find that so uncomfortable a term (when used in relation to me) that it borders on offensive. Confather has an air of gentle mockery which I am far more comfortable with.

And I like the idea of having a personal mafia. I could get them all working for me on Continuum Foundation projects...
So, I had a very busy day. And in amongst my busy day, a run of chance coincidences lined up that is kind of awesome. Read more... )
dalekboy: (Brainscan)
( Nov. 3rd, 2008 04:10 pm)
The last three to four months have been different for me, dream-wise. I rarely ever remember my dreams, but over the previous few months, I've remembered quite a few, and all bar one have been sexual in nature.

Remembering dreams = unusual.
Remembering sex dreams = like hens teeth.

Rarely a week has gone by without at least one. What has been especially interesting is that each dream has involved someone different. It's like my subconscious has reacted to the lack of orgasms in my life by working it's way through my friends. The exceptions have been notable only in that few of them are the people I'd really like to sleep with. Not to say some of the others aren't in the phwoar category.

The one non-sex dream I had? I was in Broken Hill and dreamed that just before leaving on the trip I'd seen a brief mention on LJ (which I hadn't even really been skimming since Lex came along) that suggested the possibility that [livejournal.com profile] harveystoat might have died.

I spent a chunk of the day going through LJ and Facebook looking for any mention to establish what I was sure of - that John was still alive. Took a while, but found something just before I was going to be forced to ring him.

Dude, you so need to post more often!
dalekboy: (Lex)
( Sep. 26th, 2008 06:19 pm)
Lex has shown a few random smiles here and there, but none as a consistant reaction to a specific thing, or that couldn't be put down to gas. Until today. Today he smiled every time I offered up a very specific bit of stimuli.

Throat-singing. Every time I did a little, he smiled.

I hope he stays this cool :)
Just a bunch of bits and pieces, some of which I forgot to comment on yesterday. Random stuff below cut... )
Shaz was in labour for around 26 1/2 hours. She spent probably 25 1/2 of it in only moderate discomfort even though she used no major pain relief. She would have a contraction, pull a face, and keep going. She continued chatting happily through all of it, punctuated with the occasional, "ow." She literally sang through some of the later contractions. It only got hard on her when she got tired due to getting chilled in the bath. Then she had two Panadeine Forte, snoozed for a couple of hours, and came back rechanged and fairly cheery.

During one quite bad contraction, she broke into a Carmen Miranda song.

I couldn't make this up if I tried.

Right at the end, she had some gas. She moaned a bit during the final contractions to get Lex out, and had a hard time explaining to the midwife that in fact, she wasn't getting any of the natural signals to push. Sharon doesn't know her own body, because it didn't come with a manual, and she's crap at exploring or understanding her own physical being. Once the midwife understood this, she just told Sharon when to push and when to stop.

Lex plopped out of her and immediately let it be known that he had my lungs. We're still calling him Lex, but aren't sure yet whether that will be his name. Have to wait and see if he is a Lex.

Lex is 51cm long (20 inches), weighs 3.77kg (8 pounds, 5 ounces), has long, sharp fingernails, a giant boofhead, and looks like Winston Churchill. He was born at 10:38am on Sat 23rd August. [livejournal.com profile] mireille21 won the sweep, being only 4 minutes out. Once the chocolate cigars arrive, I'll send one out. I hope they don't suck.

Mother and baby are doing great. So far I have been able to calm him down within a few minutes every time he starts to cry. I'm rather proud of this. I also don't expect it to last. Lex fed without too much hassle, was happy to sleep on my chest at one point, and in my lap later for an hour and a half while Sharon caught up on her sleep.

I'm about to go and catch up on my sleep.

Shaz needed some internal stitches, and was naturally rather tired, but is fine and cheerful. When I left the hospital, they were asking if she needed any pain relief. She paused, took careful stock of how she was feeling, and said no.

It's rare that I link to YouTube like this, but this series of shorts with Hitler's various problems (he gets his car stolen, as a movie producer he discovers a major problem with a commercial for a client, etc.) is wonderful.
Tonight's Top Gear was better than sex. They had to drive three second-hand across Africa, and it was the funniest thing I have seen in ages. Sharon laughed so hard she nearly coughed up a lung.

That is all.
Other people's dreams are usually pretty dull and only interesting to the actual dreamer. So I'll pop the two dreams below a cut, and you can read them if you feel you want to. I will attempt to keep the descriptions short and to the point. All you need to know is that both dreams were about death. Read more... )

Made for a slightly sleepless night. I wasn't particularly worried by either one, but I'm not used to remembering my dreams, so I tend to mull over them a lot when I do, which kept me awake.

Then this morning when Sharon woke up for work, I was already awake. We cuddled up and she grabbed my hand and put it on her belly, and yep, I felt Lex kick. Or punch, or head-butt, or body slam, he is related to me, after-all.

It's the first time I've actually felt him move, which is very cool. I felt him move a few more times, but interestingly, I wasn't... thrilled. Or amazed. Or even really moved. My rational mind knows there's a little living being doing the samba in my wife's guts, so him moving is a given, and conceptually I think it's awesome. It just isn't getting me on any sort of emotional level. I suspect the distance was from one of two things, I still haven't connected with him after Tracy, and/or I was kind of out of it and sleep deprived after those two dreams. So will just have to see how I go next time.

I did appreciate the odd timing though - waking from two dreams about death to encounter definite signs of life from my son.
dalekboy: (Sharon and I)
( Feb. 8th, 2008 01:47 am)
Okay, for those of you that haven't seen [livejournal.com profile] shazgirl's news, she's up the duff again. We've passed the 12-week mark, had ultra-sound and blood tests done, and Nibblet seems to be doing fine, while Sharon is knackered most of the time. General thoughts and effects of things this time around... )
dalekboy: (travel)
( Jan. 28th, 2008 10:10 pm)
For all those people who have yet to watch Top Gear because they "don't like car shows" or they "aren't into cars", be watching next Monday night at 7:30.

The challenge to Richard Hammond and James May in next week's episode is to turn a car into a re-useable shuttle craft. They know the car will never fly, but they get people from the British Rocketry Association to figure out how to launch it.

Trust me, it is a fabulously insane and inspired bit of TV, and the clearest example of why Top Gear is anything but a car show.


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