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Sep. 7th, 2003 08:00 pmThis makes me very happy:

You are Nanny Ogg, the matriarch of the gigantic
Ogg clan and local witch. In your coven with
Granny Wheatherwax and Magrat Garlik, you are
the mother. You enslave daughter-in-laws and
tend to get drunk and sing "A Wizard's
Staff Has A Knob On the End". You are
plump, good-natured and make a lot of lewd
comments. You're the female equivalent of the
dirty old man who hits on the teenage girls.
What reoccuring Discworld character are you?
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because it is my nickname at work. Not that it was exactly taxing to get the result but all the same...
I've had a fairly productive day washing and ironing (sigh) but, and this was strangely satisfying, I found myself a free picture hosting site where I can put some of my pictures - not many but it is free - and there's this special URL that means I an post pictures on my LJ. Don't worry though ...now I know how it works, I'll put them behind a cut so it doesn't take up too much room.
Time for a book recommendation: "Angus, Things and Full-frontal Snogging" by Louise Rennison.
It's a slimmish volume in diary form about the adventures of 'Georgia Nicolson', 14. Here is an exerpt:
Thursday August 27th
11.00 a.m. I hate my eyebrows. I say eyebrows but in fact its just one eyebrow right along my forehead. I may have to do some radical plucking if I can find Mum's tweezers
2.00 p.m. Found the tweezers evetually. Why she should have hidden them in Dad's sock drawer I can't think. I found something else in the sock drawer that was very strange though. A sort of apron thing in a special box. I'm hoping against hope that my dad is not a transvestite. It would be more than flesh and blood could stand if I had to understand his 'feminine side'. And me and Mum and Libby have to watch while he clatters around in one of Mum's nighties and fluffy mules. We'll probably have to start calling him 'Daphne'...
God, it's painful plucking! I think I'll have to have a little lie down. The pain's so awful, it's made my eyes water like mad.
2.30 p.m. I can't bear this. I've only taken out about five hairs and my eyes are swollen to twice their normal size.
4.00 p.m. Cracked it! I'll use Dad's razor.
4.05 p.m. Sharper than I thought. It's taken off a lot of hair in just one stroke. I'll have to even up the other one.
4.16 p.m. Bugger it. It looks allright I think but I look a bit surprised in one eye. I'll have to even up the other one now.
6.00 p.m. Mum nearly dropped Libby when she saw me. Her exact words were "What in the name of God have you done to yourself you stupid girl?"
God, I hate parents! Me stupid?? They're so stupid! She wishes I was still Libby's age so she could dress me in ridiculous hats with earflaps and ducks on. God, God, God!
10.00 p.m. Maybe they'll grow back overnight!
Friday August 28th
11.00 a.m. They haven't grown back.
It's not often that I hoot laughing - I mean roflmao laughing! But this book did it for me. There are others in the series too. "It's OK I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers!" "Knocked Out By my Nunga-nungas" and "Dancing In My Nuddy-Pants".
You are Nanny Ogg, the matriarch of the gigantic
Ogg clan and local witch. In your coven with
Granny Wheatherwax and Magrat Garlik, you are
the mother. You enslave daughter-in-laws and
tend to get drunk and sing "A Wizard's
Staff Has A Knob On the End". You are
plump, good-natured and make a lot of lewd
comments. You're the female equivalent of the
dirty old man who hits on the teenage girls.
What reoccuring Discworld character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
because it is my nickname at work. Not that it was exactly taxing to get the result but all the same...
I've had a fairly productive day washing and ironing (sigh) but, and this was strangely satisfying, I found myself a free picture hosting site where I can put some of my pictures - not many but it is free - and there's this special URL that means I an post pictures on my LJ. Don't worry though ...now I know how it works, I'll put them behind a cut so it doesn't take up too much room.
Time for a book recommendation: "Angus, Things and Full-frontal Snogging" by Louise Rennison.
It's a slimmish volume in diary form about the adventures of 'Georgia Nicolson', 14. Here is an exerpt:
Thursday August 27th
11.00 a.m. I hate my eyebrows. I say eyebrows but in fact its just one eyebrow right along my forehead. I may have to do some radical plucking if I can find Mum's tweezers
2.00 p.m. Found the tweezers evetually. Why she should have hidden them in Dad's sock drawer I can't think. I found something else in the sock drawer that was very strange though. A sort of apron thing in a special box. I'm hoping against hope that my dad is not a transvestite. It would be more than flesh and blood could stand if I had to understand his 'feminine side'. And me and Mum and Libby have to watch while he clatters around in one of Mum's nighties and fluffy mules. We'll probably have to start calling him 'Daphne'...
God, it's painful plucking! I think I'll have to have a little lie down. The pain's so awful, it's made my eyes water like mad.
2.30 p.m. I can't bear this. I've only taken out about five hairs and my eyes are swollen to twice their normal size.
4.00 p.m. Cracked it! I'll use Dad's razor.
4.05 p.m. Sharper than I thought. It's taken off a lot of hair in just one stroke. I'll have to even up the other one.
4.16 p.m. Bugger it. It looks allright I think but I look a bit surprised in one eye. I'll have to even up the other one now.
6.00 p.m. Mum nearly dropped Libby when she saw me. Her exact words were "What in the name of God have you done to yourself you stupid girl?"
God, I hate parents! Me stupid?? They're so stupid! She wishes I was still Libby's age so she could dress me in ridiculous hats with earflaps and ducks on. God, God, God!
10.00 p.m. Maybe they'll grow back overnight!
Friday August 28th
11.00 a.m. They haven't grown back.
It's not often that I hoot laughing - I mean roflmao laughing! But this book did it for me. There are others in the series too. "It's OK I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers!" "Knocked Out By my Nunga-nungas" and "Dancing In My Nuddy-Pants".
Re: This makes me very... Harry?
Date: 2003-09-08 06:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-09-09 03:50 am (UTC)for us to have it on this side of the pond, unfortunately!
Joline