My dearest Nora, wherever thou mayst roam,
Throat is still scratchy, cough still persistent...mostly nonproductive. Extraordinarily annoying. I lounged around for most of the day, with my television tuned to the Golf Channel, taking in an exciting match play scenario unfold. Ian Poulter (Go UK!) made it to the finals, and it was down to Camilo Villegas or Paul Casey to move on to face Mr. Poulter tomorrow. They ended up having to call it a night due to impending darkness. Absolutely amazing... as a relative newcomer to the world of golf, seldom have I seen an exciting match not involving Tiger Woods. Needless to say, while both are great golfers, I would fancy seeing Paul Casey moving on to face Ian Poulter. Brit Showdown! (Go Ian!)
I must mention my annoyance with every last announcer saying Camilo Villegas' name...each and every time it was uttered, it was pronounced, "Vih-JAY-gus." No. I can't possibly see how that is correct.
The plan today was spend about 12 hours of the day revising for the exams I have in the coming week. What actually happened was that I spent about three hours studying and the rest lounging around being miserable. I felt so guilty, but my body was rebelling against my mind.
Someone stumbled upon this place on the 32nd page of results for the search term "gagland." My first thought was that the seeker had meant to type "Gangland," as in the amazing programme put on by the History Channel. 32 pages of results. Surely they'd have found what they were looking for before that point. That's some serious perusing. When I investigated the links surrounding, and on many of the preceding pages, my eyes were as wide as saucers. There, on page after page, were more links to pornography than I have ever seen at once. I guess "Gagland" is a video series. How dreadfully unappealing that sounds. If I were looking for some supplemental material to get my jollies off, something so titled would not come under any sort of consideration...unless I wanted to be put off completely. See for yourself.
As I had breakfast this morning, a-surfing through television channels I did go. I am generally wont to pass right on by HBO, for I find that many films they screen are insulting to the intelligence (such is the condition for 90-something percent of Hollywood films... makes me sound awfully snobby, eh?). However, I was given reason to stop this morning when I heard Ricky Gervais' unmistakable, high-pitched schoolboy laughter. I'm a tremendous fan of Extras, and only to a slightly lesser extent, The Office (UK, of course). It seems as though they've taken a couple episodes of The Ricky Gervais Show podcast and set them to animation. Having never heard the majority of the podcast, I thought it might be worthwhile.
I was right.
I looked it up on HBO's website, and the full first episode is freely available for viewing. Some of it (mostly Gervais) was a bit annoying, but Stephen Merchant and Karl Pilkington are absolutely brilliant. See for yourself, part two
The time has come to seek relief via Ricola and a nice cup of green tea. Should at least look at my o-chem book...
May the grace of He keep you always,
P.S. Living With Pigs updated!