I started so I'll finish...
...with a commentary of the BB finale. Like a book it has to be seen through to the bitter end. And people-watching is without fail an interesting task, even if the people on BB are detestable. But I won't discuss its inherent tackiness or its sordid appeal. So what am I trying to say here? Well, I tell thee...
Despite being irritated beyond belief over the discussions about housemates' "journeys" over the 93 days of BB-dom, the end of their journeys are extremely emotional, and I'm not sure why. Also I'm not sure what emotions are felt exactly. But when these dispicable characters walk up the stairs and await their first few seconds back in the "real world" I do find a rogue tear strolling down my cheek. Is this relief? Sadness? Utter empathy at the general extremity of the situation? Or just sad that BB is drawing to an end? I don't know, but this is one journey that should not be emotional. Can anyone shed light on this? I started properly bealing when they played Snow Patrol.
I'm also unsure as to how Channel 4 can get away with allowing such crazy characters into these situations. Most of them have a history of some kind of neurosis, at least, and some contestants this evening looked like they were seriously going to crack. I think that is wrong and would like to boycott the series as a result. Well it's too late for this year. Maybe next.
So amongst the excitement of the evening something quite distressing happened, and perhaps warranted a worthy tear or two. Whilst sat on my ever-encompassing sofa with my four cheese delight pizza, garlic bread, choc fudge cake for pudding (I didn't manage it all) and a can of (this is a worse revelation than crying at BB) Woodpecker, I saw a dark figure on my leg. It was this.
Although the spoon is there for scale, you forget that this is a large spoon. 32 inches. No exaggeration. And that this beast is quite horrific. It ran off after posing. My last flat was infested with horrid spiders with pincers (not great for my crab/crustacean phobia, but I coped) and I'm not surprised that spiders have followed me here. But these beasts are not very nice at all. Zoom in, go on, dare you.
Sob.
On the plus side that latest Girls Aloud song cheered me up when it was played earlier.
Moon.xxx
Despite being irritated beyond belief over the discussions about housemates' "journeys" over the 93 days of BB-dom, the end of their journeys are extremely emotional, and I'm not sure why. Also I'm not sure what emotions are felt exactly. But when these dispicable characters walk up the stairs and await their first few seconds back in the "real world" I do find a rogue tear strolling down my cheek. Is this relief? Sadness? Utter empathy at the general extremity of the situation? Or just sad that BB is drawing to an end? I don't know, but this is one journey that should not be emotional. Can anyone shed light on this? I started properly bealing when they played Snow Patrol.
I'm also unsure as to how Channel 4 can get away with allowing such crazy characters into these situations. Most of them have a history of some kind of neurosis, at least, and some contestants this evening looked like they were seriously going to crack. I think that is wrong and would like to boycott the series as a result. Well it's too late for this year. Maybe next.
So amongst the excitement of the evening something quite distressing happened, and perhaps warranted a worthy tear or two. Whilst sat on my ever-encompassing sofa with my four cheese delight pizza, garlic bread, choc fudge cake for pudding (I didn't manage it all) and a can of (this is a worse revelation than crying at BB) Woodpecker, I saw a dark figure on my leg. It was this.
Although the spoon is there for scale, you forget that this is a large spoon. 32 inches. No exaggeration. And that this beast is quite horrific. It ran off after posing. My last flat was infested with horrid spiders with pincers (not great for my crab/crustacean phobia, but I coped) and I'm not surprised that spiders have followed me here. But these beasts are not very nice at all. Zoom in, go on, dare you.
Sob.
On the plus side that latest Girls Aloud song cheered me up when it was played earlier.
Moon.xxx
posted by Moon @ 11:43 pm
25 Comments:
At 12:14 am,
Moon said…
My spidey sense is tingling. Spidey looked better on the camera than on blog. And you could zoom in loads so it looked vile. Believe me. Am neither frit nor weak, really.
Oh bugger you all I'm having another Woodpecker.
At 1:33 am,
Lord G said…
On the latter subject. Fear not dear moon. Spiders are on the whole quite ok (especially in UK). Put it this way, I'd rather have them around, minding their own business, than dirty-infestation-carrying flies. Think about it.
On the former. I don't feel sorry for them. They're fame-hungry and they realise that there is a cost. They'll end up with more money than we earn in two years (post-PhD), and recognise that their apparent upset might be impression management for the cameras... If not, do we really care?
At 6:38 am,
- said…
Urgh,
That looks to me like a hobo spider. Beware, as although people tend to believe that spiders are harmless creatures who have a good function in that they rid the world of flies, most people are ignorant. Hobo spiders can and do bite, and in some cases will give you infections that do not go away without an antibiotic cream.
One such infection transmitted by the bite of the hobo spider is chlamydia, I mean, how else would I have got it.
Although I jested in the paragraph immediately above this one, I didn't jest when I said that hobo spiders can and do bite.
See http://www.discover.com/issues/sep-05/features/bite-of-the-hobo-spider/
URGH!!!
At 11:07 am,
Moon said…
That is a lovely link, Ak, thanks a lot. Yes it does look like a hobo spider, but at least it doesn't have pincers. There's one blessing.
Found another one earlier. In my morning strop it ignored my rages of "fuck off, just fuck off out of my house" and instead taunted me by running around the bath for ages without a hint of remorse or bewilderment.
Slightly more disturbing was when I awoke on Sat night to find one on my pillow.
But you're right Lordie, better than flies... (sob)
At 1:07 pm,
frankien said…
you need to move house. One more thing: are you sure that your spoon is 32 inches??
At 2:41 pm,
Tombola said…
there is no spoon...I said, there fucking is, I had my breakfast with one this morning....
that pic is horrid. there was a big fucker in our kitchen last week, but aside from that I've seen pleasingly few spiders in here. Thank god. Maybe Chester is getting rid of them for me. If so, maybe I should just accept the fact that he shits all over my oven and worktop and just let him get on with it.
At 2:52 pm,
Lord G said…
I really don't mind spiders, and can't understand the fear with them.
Here is something far more upsetting. One of my joint favourite animals of this area (along with Manatees), though being very cute and quite comical, can carry nasty disease. That's right boys and girls; though I want an armadillo as a pet, they can carry leprosy.
At 3:16 pm,
Tombola said…
Cue inevitable leper jokes....
At 3:24 pm,
frankien said…
ok then.
why did the leper fail his driving test?
At 3:39 pm,
Moon said…
OK I lied about the size of the spoon, sorry.
I don't know, Munch, why did the leper fail his driving test?!
At 3:47 pm,
frankien said…
he left his foot on the accelerator.
At 4:00 pm,
Moon said…
boom boom!
At 4:12 pm,
Lord G said…
What did the lepor leave the prostitute?
At 4:17 pm,
Tombola said…
I don't know Lord!
I have one that you have to see really - it's a leper having a wank. Just imagine it.
PS - what girls aloud song? is it a new one? hurrah!
At 4:19 pm,
Lord G said…
a tip
At 4:26 pm,
Tombola said…
arf!
how do you know when a leper has sent you a letter?
At 5:18 pm,
Lord G said…
his tongue is still on the envelope?
At 5:31 pm,
Tombola said…
bingo
At 7:56 pm,
Moon said…
I doubt it's a new Girls Aloud one. I don't know what it's called so my research abilties are thwarted. But I checked the lyrics out for the songs that have been released off "Chemistry" and it's not on there. Got a great line about a drum, just before the chorus.
At 6:07 am,
- said…
Spiders and Big Brother eh... how interesting.
I jest, but wanted to get you up to 20 comments to prove my point :)
At 4:08 pm,
Lord G said…
I like your posts moon. Some of us post on serious topics, others are observers of the nuances of modern day life, others comment on culture, others are potentially award-winning photographers. Some do all of these. Ahem. Keep up the good work lady.
At 5:48 pm,
Moon said…
Thankyou very much for your support, Lordie. You are a faithful blog appreciator of all realms.
Ak - I shall reply to you here in an ironic self-posting fashion (so you don't get my valuable comment included in your tally!!) - BB and spiders are neither trivial nor boring. I comment upon BB as I am fascinated by what the nation considers to be appealing or not. We are psychologists, after all. And spiders? They're just a little bit vile.
PS whatever happened to Gleeclub?!
At 4:22 am,
- said…
Hehe,
I am sorry you took offence at my posts and use of you as an (unnamed) example. I was merely pointing out that it is not the content of the blog that is important as much as the way in which a blogger perpetuates comments, at which you are highly skilled, and I unskilled.
Snuggles
At 4:23 am,
- said…
By the way, I don't find Big Brother interesting, but I do find spiders interesting.
At 11:19 pm,
Moon said…
Watch this space for more spider news!
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