Strong Verbs Are Just Better

And that he has a blog? Where he discusses weird musical things that I don't understand.

NEVERTHELESS, may I recommend his list of The Top Ten Most Wanky Metal Bands known to mankind? He's really quite good at snark, my brother.

There is a genre for Blackened Christian Metal…but come on. Any band which fits into that category has cock-smack written all over them.

But I can't find any cake-hosting sites to upload to. So I guess I'll leave it for my family.

In other news... I have, today:

*Rode my bike, hired out Titanic for my brother (apparently it's the greatest movie he's ever seen. He spent the afternoon in his room with a DVD, a box of tissues and a bowl of popcorn. Go figure.) and 'The sisterhood of the travelling pants' for myself.
*Downloaded Awesome's thesis
*Made a cake
*Started work on manuscript details document for Cotton Nero A.i. Bethurum's introduction makes a LOT more sense after talking to Mrs Bacon and Awesome about manuscript stuff... helps too that Awesome pointed me at Cotton Nero A.i and told me what I was looking for.
*Started a whole new notebook for scribbling about Thesis. No more i-lost-the-page-where-i-wrote-that-down.
*Ascertained which homilies are in A.i, and that they differ from the standard archetype in Bethurum's MSS C and E. Now to find out what the OTHER archetype is, and if they match that. Interestingly, there are apparently corrections on some of those in A.i, in Wulfstan's own hand, which line up with the C/E tradition. This could be fun.
*Iced a cake, and only made TWICE as much icing as a need.
*Washed dishes.
*Defrosted monday's honey stir fry and, having figured out how to separate ONE chicken fillet from the clumps of them in mum's freezer, turned it into a delicious meat-filled honey soy stir fry, making this my first decent meat consumption (bacon pieces and one tin of tuna spread through a whole tuna bake don't count) since... last thursday. And I didn't even eat much of that. Feeling carnivorous now. Red meat pls?

I drove Joel and myself to Easter Camp, making this past Easter our first ever utterly independant camp-going experience. Mum was terribly worried that I'd kill him on the way there. I pointed out the unfairness of the fact that she's not worried about me dying in the car anymore, yet the thought of Joel with me brought her out in a cold sweat.
I think she was more worried about me *deliberately* killing him, though, because we tend to fight like cat and dog on family trips. There's a big difference, though, between being relegated to the back seat, which brings out one's inner brat, and setting off together on an adult expedition.

Anyhow. We got up there with no trouble, aside from me nearly sideswiping a blue station wagon just outside the showground. Camp was good. Joel got up to all sorts of hijinks, all of which I was filled in on on the way home. Notable highlights:

*We arrive. Joel's jacket is in the bottom of the car. I, warm from putting up tents, chuck him coat. This coat is black and fairly boring. Last year, when he was at Black Stump, he rang mum to say that a) his airbed had gone down and b) he was cold. So mum and dad drove all the way over here, from where they were staying out west, and picked up my airbed and, at Joel's request, my coat. When he saw it, he was heard to remark: UGH! Not that one! I want her other jacket! (My other jacket is tight-fitted and very metro on Joel, so I had elected not to send it). Anyway, so here's Joel in this formerly unattractive coat, putting up a tent.
Three girls rish over. Ooooh, Joel, that's a hot coat! Me: Hey! It's mine! Three Girls, accompanied by looks of surprise (it speaks!): Well it looks great on Joel!
Joel hugs and compliments these girls, fiddles with my collar, and generally preens. We dig his stuff out of the car. He looks at his jacket.
Hey Amy... that jacket is really too small for me... and not very warm. I get cold really easily.
And somehow I fell for that, and ended up with his jacket (which was more appropriate for my hip-hop themed community, i will admit) and I gave him my scarf. Which I then, in a fit of insanity, gave to him to keep. WTF?

*Joel has a can of coke and a headache. He obtains asprin from somewhere, and a glass of water. Somewhat confuzzed, he swiggs the asprin back, only to realise he had taken it with coke. He was not a happy bunny for some hours after that.

*When it came to packing up, the car had to be driven around to Joel's tent. Joel saw an opportunity to beg to be allowed to drive. Tired, lacking in judgement and feeling no need to enforce my superiority of age, I agreed. Talked him through starting up the car and driving around without accellerating. So far so good. Left him to pack up his tent. He comes over and says he's done, as i'm folding my tarp. I chuck him the keys and tell him to bring the car back.
Now, when I last saw our car it was in a clear space, within shouting distance of Will and Whitty, both of whom I estimated would explain the driving thing to him and/or take over.
Fifteen minutes later, the car hasn't shown. I step around the tent, to find one of Joel's ladyfriends with her head in the window, desperately trying to explain how to operate the clutch, as Joel repeatedly stalls the car. William is standing a few yards off, looking amused.
This situation was satisfactory to me. Joel is going to be a natural driver, when he gets the chance. He had often been heard to comment about the ease of driving, and/or to disparage my driving attempts. Since he failed Starting A Car 101, though, things have been remarkably quiet on that front. Also since then, my driving has been on great benefit to him, since I've been the one driving him around. So that would make it silly to insult my driving skills, I suppose.

Coming Soon- Easter Camp Continued: Altercations With Bec's Breast

note Joel gracing this icon. I feel the Middle English perfectly expresses his attitude toward... well, everything.
He was most reluctant to allow me the use of this icon, because he says he looks "shockin". But he was feeling generous today.
The jacket he is wearing is not his- of course- but Eleanor's. Whenever he goes out he zones in on a girl and nickes her clothes.

Also- you'd think, wouldn't you, that I'd escaped the travails of having a younger sister. But no! I have Joel, who combines all the hazards of every sibling known to man. Not only does he steal my clothes (or did. apparently i'm no longer cool enough for his standars), and the clothes of my friends, he has also appropriated my hair straightener! I knew he'd been using it, so I emailed and said he could have it. Apparently he took possession of it ages ago...
What's more, he plucks his eyebrows more often than I do (which isn't hard); has more beauty items spread across the bathroom bench; and abuses me soundly for not shaving my legs!

My newly-turned 16 year old brother recently went on a romantic date. With his friend Joel. They saw, and greatly enjoyed, chick flick The Holiday at Nelson Bay Cinema Centre.

You see, it's all part of their cunning plan to pick up chicks. Chick Flicks attract Chicks, right? so if they go to see a chick flick, then chicks will go with them. They had it all sorted- great movie trip, lots of girls, they're sorted.

One problem: no girls showed up. Undaunted, Joel and Joel proceeded to see The Holiday. Last I heard, they were planning a second date, perhaps hoping that their evident enthusiasm for chickflickery might attracted the ladies.

[21:25] Plz Wont You Love Me, Plz Love Me. Plz help me see what did I do?: willie did the stupidest thing ive eva seen tday. i asked a q to him n he answerd bak with exactly wat i had asked him. "mr wilie wats that angle" . wilie draws the pik with no numbers turns to me n says "wats that angle" im jus lyk....um... that was my question. u think i would ask it if i actually knew???

My family is currently possessed (and obssessed) by an Educated Rodent. So Educated, in fact, that he recognises rat traps for the puny weapons they are, and is not taken in.
He goes quiet for a while, just waiting. Mum will start hoping he's gone and leave some food out to check. and then.... WOLLA! there is a rat once more.

Weekend before last, Joel was up till all hours of the night watching the Chaser and whatever else he does late at night. And suddenly he became aware that he was not alone. No. Maurice was out to play.
So what does Joel do? Why, brave and heroic lad that he is, he follows Maurice into the laundry. There he finds a great weapon- an old broom. So there was joel, and the broom, chasing Maurice the Rat around the house at two in the morning. But Maurice is too Educated for this kind of shennanigans- he will not be caught by rat traps and he will not be brained by brooms.

LAST weekend Dad found the gap in the wall from whence he comes forth. So what does one do, having found the rat's bolthole? Why, he goes out and buys a tube of Silastic and Silastics the hole up. But this was inferior quality Silastic he purchased, and it refused to set.
He stuffed wire in all the drain pipes, hoping that Maurice might be caught between the wire and the Silastic, and could then be safely rat-baited without danger to native critters or pussy cats.

But all in vain. Maurice the Rat is still rampaging around out house. Update this morning tells me that he was out last night, chewed up the linoleum in the kitchen and then ATE JOEL'S SCHOOLBAG (which joel will be happy about, since he's been begging for a new bag for some time).
So. Mum has gone to the Rural Produce Dealer to see if he can produce some Educated Rat Traps or something of the sort.

No one has considered the possibility of an alliance between Joel and Maurice- forged while frolicking at two am- to the effect that Joel would get a new schoolbag and Maurice would be warned of new rat traps.

My brother is now part of a unit, known as JoelandToby. (Joel: we're not gay!)JoelandToby ran riot at easter camp this year; JoelandToby is never seen as two separate individuals.

JoelandToby seems to share Joelsolitary's chick magnet characteristics- but magnified exponentially. The most amusing stunt JoelandToby pulled this year was in picking up two young ladies both named Katie. One each. I am assured by Joelsolitary that he in fact got the hotter of the two.

hehe... he's now being harrassed by Girl Two. For whatever reason, he gave his email to Jessica, and she gave it to Girl Two, and now Girl Two is talking at him nonstop whenever she's online.

*amusement*