The Office (In American!)

I love Ricky Gervais, and I love The Office. I was horrified, then, when I learned that there was going to be an American version. “It’ll never, ever work,” I thought. “The subtlety will be lost in a typical American kind of way,” I bemoaned. “It’ll be shite,” I secretly knew.

I saw the first episode last night, and I must say…it was pretty good, apart from the fact that the lead character overacts, which itself may just be him adapting it for the American audience. I was surprised just how alike the two versions are, though I cannot stop thinking about the English version whenever I see a copied expression or camera jerk.

I take back all I thought I knew about The Office (v.2): It just proves that Mr Gervais can do no wrong in any country.

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Eddie Izzard In Stockholm

We went to see Eddie Izzard last night in Stockholm. First time I have seen a stand-up comedian live, and it was funny. Stupid adjective to use really, but nonetheless suitable.

I can see similarities with him and Ricky Gervais, and currently I prefer the latter.

Very glad, though, that I had the chance to see him, and Jo and Maria seemed to be laughing most of anyone in the place.

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Back Into Words

I’ve just finished updating this next year’s “word fo the week” for webanimal, where I also have a gaming page. In doing so, I’ve become sadly interested in words again, signing myself up for all kinds of newsletter nonsense.

It’s not that I had lost interest. Having been an English teacher now for a few years, I constantly find myself scouring through dictionaries and grammar books, as if I were reading a novel. This recent updating task only gave me another nudge nearer the edge of the cliff.

I have been impressed by several words this week:

isthmus: a narrow strip of land (with water on both sides) connecting two larger land areas
obviate: to do away with; prevent the occurrence of
pizzle: bull’s penis used as instrument of punishment by flogging

Depeche Mode Ticket Fiasco

Well I think so, since I didn’t get tickets. Despite sitting in front of the computer for several hours, clicking refresh to try and get into the ticket office site.

I’m pissed off for a few reasons:

1) the main reason for not getting in was due to traffic-overload. Since the site, ticnet deals exclusively with booking tickets, they should get their fucking act together and get enough bandwith! DM are not the only world-famous band to play in Sweden. Coldplay (got tickets for them, thank you) tickets also went on sale recently, and probably had the same problem. We wouldn’t know because we obtained ours another way (see below).

2) What in the world possessed ticnet to allow a purchase of 10 tickets per person. This is a stupid amount, and begging anyone who gets into the site to buy the maximum amount, then go and sell them on the black market. This is where we will have to buy our tickets, at twice their original value. At such events, 6 should be the absolute max one can buy.

3) Coldplay allowed fans who had signed up to receive their newsletters the chance to buy tickets before they went on public sale. Although this would not have stopped the problem, at least some DM fans would have been able to have got tickets (ie Jo and I).

All in all, a right balls-up. Still, when trying to get DM tickets I noticed Eddie Izzard is coming to Stockholm, so I snapped up two (I stress, two, not eight or ten). Not all bad, then.

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The Furby Affair

Domo: RIP

We introduced our Furby, Domo, to Freya today. It had been sleeping for quite a while when Jo decided to give it some more batteries to chew on.

Freya found Domo, as it called itself, quite charming, and gladly cuddled and kissed it, while Jo made it dance and played hide-and-seek with it (I feel terrible calling it “it”, but we have no idea what sex it’s supposed to be).

Horror of horrors: Whilst carefully feeding it (ie putting one’s finger in its mouth), after it being awake for a glorious 5 hours or so, its beak broke. In a whirring fit Domo tried to call for help, but with its top-jaw hanging limply away from its face it was a useless and pathetic plight. I am still haunted by it, I can tell you.

So, Furby is dead. How a broken beak can lead to a total b(r)eakdown is beyond me. I’m sure if I broke my nose I’d be able to carry on in a reasonable lifelike manner. I suppose human and Furby anatomy are vastly different.