Galileo, Galileo!!!

Hmmm... I actually had a topic in mind for this blog entry about 5 minutes ago, yet, between then and now I've forgotten entirely. However, in that 5 minutes I did bring up the Google homepage in order to search for something (which I also managed to forget) and found out that today, 25.08.09, is the 400th anniversary of Galileo's telescope...

Unfortunately (or maybe not) for Galileo, a large number of the population after hearing his name would now be singing 'Galileo Galileo' in a mix of high and low pitched notes.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico...

Now, what would it be better to be famous for? Being a scientific genius or the Queen song? Would you be annoyed if you were really famous for something and then something like a song came along and stole the thunder of your real achievements? If you catch my drift. (I am half asleep whilst writing this. Forgive me :-P ) I'm actually unsure. If I was some sort of genius, I think I'd like to be known for the things I achieved... But then again, in our dear friend Galileo's case, I think he might find it amusing if every time someone said his name they'd be singing it. Or would that get kinda old kinda quick? Though, I must admit, I'm mildly amused by the thought of someone going up to Galileo himself and greeting him by singing 'Galileo, Galileo'. Judging by his portrait, he might not be so amused...





I think I really need to stop blogging when I'm tired... Though now I won't be able to sleep because I'll be singing Bohemian Rhapsody all night. Awesome song... But not really sleepy type music.

Fact of the Day : Galileo, not Einstein, first came up with the theory of relativity. Einstein developed the idea further and came to what we know it to be. Now, if you happen to watch that episode of QI with friends or family, you can be clever and know the answer to that question. :-P

Sleepytimes me thinks.
Much love.

A short note...

I know I said before that missing someone can in fact be a good thing. And I still stand by that. But there is someone I miss that I would give the world to see again for even just a few minutes. I miss you so so so much. I hope you had a fantastic birthday. I love you.

Our House...

I have moved house!!! :-D

Our house,
In the middle of our street,
Our house...

So now, instead of sharing with family, I'm sharing with 2 housemates. I have a lovely house, and lovely housemates. What more can I ask for...

Though, I do have to admit, there is a part of me missing London town already. Why is it I couldn't wait to get away. And now I am away, I do actually miss it. Don't get me wrong. I am perfectly happy where I am. Just, am beginning to wish that teleportation was one of my many talents. Then I could stay here, in my new house, and still visit the people that mean the most to me in London whenever I want to. In fact, only yesterday I said that teleportation would be my special power if I could have one. (But then, yesterday I also said that it was the little pygmy monkies that were resetting our pins at bowling...) I guess I'll have to make do with my little car. She doesn't quite get me there instantly, but I guess 3 hours ish isn't bad. Though, I think I may well start investing on using the train system more often. It's cheaper than paying for fuel. So unless I actually need my car whilst in the southern half of the country, watch out virgin trains, here I come! (No sexual innuendo intended).

Though, this had led me to wonder... If I could indeed teleport and could be anywhere instantly, could I actually miss anyone? If I could appear magically at the touch of a hat (I never understood where that saying came from really. Explanations?) back in London now because I'm missing people, they couldn't really miss me or I miss them properly. How can you miss someone that is always there? And sometimes it's nice to be missed... Though, missing someone feels awful, when you get to see them again it's a great feeling. And as they say... absence makes the heart grow fonder...

Just a little sidenote... I don't currently have internet access until it's set up. I'm not actually sure when that is going to be. But somewhen in the near futre. In the mean time I'm making do by connecting my phone to the laptop and connecting to the Internet that way... I daren't be online for too long at a time though...

Love you muchly.

Let me see your pokerface...

Gambling. A fun pastime or a sin?

What is it with gambling? Placing bets, the anticipation that it may pay off. The exhilarating feeling that you get when it does. The disappointment when it doesn't. Either way, win or lose, there's that gravitational pull towards making the next bet...

There's like a hunger
That knocks on your door
You've had a taste of it
Still you want more
You've made your mistakes
Won't play it the same again

You have been warned
But still you plunge in
You play high stakes
But there's nothing to win
You've only one life
And so many things to learn

I'm not a big gambler. But I do like to make a bet every now and then. I enjoy a night down the pub playing a poker game, or a day at the races. And in fact, I have done both in the past few days. It's all been good fun. And although I may not be 'up' I have only lost a couple of pounds. Not a couple of hundred. So where's the harm in that? It's all just a bit of fun. :)

Now, seaside arcades. They're the dangerous ones. Not the casinos. The good old 2p machines. It's only 2p... £1 will buy you 50 goes... The fact it's only 2p is a bit of an issue. Keep spending all those 2ps...

It's something I do like doing though. So as long as things don't get out of control whats wrong with a little fun? Hehe. Michi, I see no reason why we can't be crawling along with our zimmer frames in Skeggy hitting those 2p machines. :P

So yea, let me see your pokerface and let the good times roll...

Much love,