Desmond and the Overdriven Glands.

I honestly believe in global warming, as I should, with the irrefutable evidence that is the sweltering heat of our Sunny Island.

How I hate that self-declaration, 'Sunny'. As if we don't already have enough sun on a normal "island-day". Seriously, I'd love to apply for citizenship to a country that declares itself Rainy Island.

(This individual believes we should switch off appliances that are not in use for the sake of our sweat glands. His are already in overdrive on a normal-sunny-island-day, and he shivers at the thought of the liquid output that should occur on a global-warmed-sunny-island-day.

And warm shivers should never be.)

Desmond and the Bejeweled Bandrocket.

That's it. Full Bejeweled Blitz BETA Embargo.

Incidentally, as I was looking for bejeweled pictures on the net, somehow forgetting that one page on facebook I have a love-hate relationship with now, I found a woman who sells a bejewel guidebook.

That actually sells.

Yes, I lift my eyebrows in quizzical wonder.

(If you have not jumped on the bandrocket that is Bejeweled Blitz, and want to foolishly do so as this fool has, click the link above. Be forewarned: the only way off the bandrocket is a self-imposed embargo, in less severe cases, and full-on exile from facebook in the worst.)

Desmond and His Merry Land.

(Edit: The video does not work on my laptop, and I am rather disappointed. But I'm going to post this entry anyways, because it's my party and I can cry if I want to. Click here for Danny and Kris' duet performance of Styx's Renegade.)

In my happy little world, where I am happy King of my happy little people, I can understand why I even know this song by Styx. And in my happy reign with my merry making and cherry drinking, I can even accept why I like the song.

But dethrone me, and oh my word... I listen to the weirdiest things.

I haven't been following American Idol as much as I could have, considering the holidays, but when I saw this video, it triggered a Royal Monologue, sans the trumpet players: "

I know this song. Dear me. I know this song. Why do I know this song. Shoot. It was on repeat for awhile. On repeat?! Why in the... how could... No I was... EH. The original was better!"

Taking a line out of Simon's many, I say, "no disrespect to either of them, because they were brilliant," but the original was better.

In any case, it was a mighty good season with Kris, Danny and a few others. And while I will not disclose the results from last night in respect for the ones who have not watched it, I will say this: Kate Perry is weird.

That's that folks, Desmond, out!

Oh what the heck, Desmond, in! IT WAS DANNY! WHY!?

Okey (G)okey, Desmond, out.

Desmond & the Steam Roly-poly.

I woke up this morning feeling strangely like a failure. You know how it's like -- you wake up one morning and your hair rejects all commands to "stay down"; the tube of toothpaste is almost all out, forcing you to take on the role of a steam roller, flattening out whatever little mint-flavoured paste there is left for the toothbrush -- that you've just knocked into the toilet bowl. You can't find a proper shirt to hide the beerbelly, your pants are splotched pink from what you suspect must be your lucky red underwear (which probably isn't red, or lucky, anymore) and OH MY WORD MY HAIR JUST WON'T STAY DOWN!

Well, this morning was something like that, except the rush of negativity hit me before I even got out of bed.

The moment I awoke, I stared into the ceiling wondering why I was feeling frustrated and unaccomplished. It took just a few seconds, and then I realised that I was dreaming about being confined in a guarded semi-abandoned house with secret passages. In the dream, I was about to escape when I met an actress and some guards, and decided to help them open a chute, thereby forgoing my chance to escape.

That was why I felt so frustrated. I didn't get to escape! Some dreams feel so distant and unachieveable.
Must have been all those reports of quarantines in the papers. (That said, I'm glad the situation is getting better.)

Sometimes dreams make for great fun.

Desmond and the Un-embed-able Video.

This is Shaun Smith.
This is a (bad) picture of Shaun Smith, on Britain's Got Talent.

This is not a video of Shaun singing, because somehow the 59865 videos on youtube are ALL un-embed-able.

Anyhow, the picture is a link to the video on youseless youtube, so if you want to watch the video, click it! Or if you can't find the picture (I don't see how someone can't, but strange things do happen), click here.

Shaun here is on the rugby team, and he can sing quite excellently. I love the song, and Kris Allen sang it on American Idol a few weeks back too. Shaun's got talent. Britain's got talent.

I was talking to a friend the other day, and I said some people have everything.

And I know they say we all have our own talents, and that each person is entrusted with different things, in different amounts. But sometimes, you can't help but feel lousy about yourself, or that life is unfair. Especially after watching AI, or BGT, or just hanging out with your friends, who are incredibly talented.

I mean, being able to fold origami cranes out of sweet wrappers the size of your thumb?! Seriously.

Okay, I'll stop here. Being unable to post my video is upsetting. I hate you!tube.

Desmond and "All Over Again".

I'll admit it. I'm a fanboy. I like to think it's an alter ego that is only activated when the object of my fan-dom appears before me, but that's just a thought, and I could be terribly wrong.

Well, today, Ronan Fanboy was beeped. Kinda like the batsignal. I see something Ronan, I know it's a sign to throw on my fanboy costume and emerge.

If you do read the li.fe.sec.tion of the STs, which you should because the Stonesoup, Foxtrot and Babyblues comics are awesome, you'd realise Ronan Keating has an interview with ST on the 3rd page. That's one, two, THREE, for the fan-person in you!

I think Keating started off much of the Irish Lovin' for me. And although he's dropped out of my blog and my music in recent months (years), I still like him.

I think I might just make a playlist of Keating and Boyzone songs later. Hmmm. (Edit: Since I'm too lazy to make a new playlist, I'm going to put my Irish playlist up again. With more Keating in it. )

(If you're a closet Ronan Fan-person, and want to read the online article, click the picture of Ronan. If not, just get the onetwoTHIRD page of today's li.f.e!)