short-term nostalgia

I've been reading over some of my livejournal back-catalogue. I can be really funny, sometimes. I like that.

update: No, seriously. When I write things like

On one hand, I can't blame 'em for not giving a shit, on the other hand I'd like to kill them all by rubbing them vigourously with a nailfile until they bleed to death.

and read it TWO YEARS LATER and find myself laughing out loud, well, I don't know about you, but I'm certainly impressed with my phraseology.

I'm sorry, can you repeat that?

this is giving me fits of giggles, if only because I'm imagining the clash of accents when Mr. "I can't pronounce 'nuclear'" talks to Mr. "Ulster says 'no'". I mean, I'm sure they'll relate to each other perfectly well on the religious nutbar level.

update: there are some old clips of Dr. (not Mr.) Paisley here; unfortunately, all you're getting is probably the calmest I've ever heard him, or a poor quality clip of him in full flight. Of particular interest in the calm clip, however, is his pronounciation (not unique, I hasten to add) of the word "now". Rendered in a strong Northern Ireland accent, it acquires several new vowels.