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It's only semi autobiographical
Friday, April 30, 2004
Fortunately, I do not think the shooting will wear me out sufficiently to damage my chances at the fencing, so all is good.
On that note, I have a horrible feeling that I am about to find out just how hard it is to organise a team of six fencers, three of each sex, and a different weapon for each. Ah well, we live and learn.
Lectures canceled, nothing interesting happening.
Now I'm tired and I'm going to pound a pint.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
I compensated for this by entering M&S with a bike wheel in one hand, and being covered in oil and grease. I did get some very odd looks, although I did give some myself.
The next scene should be recorded in stop motion fashion.
0.1s -> I notice doors of lift begin to open
0.5s -> Doors are open about an inch, I see there is a person inside
1.3s -> Doors open about half a foot to a foot, I recognise parson as a woman
2.1s -> Doors continue to open and more woman is being revealed
3.6s -> Doors reaching sides of lift, more woman being revealed, still can not see the arms.
4.0s -> Still going
4.5s -> First glimpse of hands
5.0s -> Doors fully open, then the person in question turns slightly sideways to fit through them, and waddles out.
I leave it to you to supply the final comment on that situation.
After locating the correct cosmetics, I headed off to find a new wheel, which was the reason I had come in the first place. The first shop was out of stock, (wheels are, after all, very rare attachments for bikes) so I headed off to the second, only to be stymied by a curious development. Attempting to cut though from one road to another, I found myself standing in front of an MDF wall which had been erected in my path.
There was a very helpful sign that said "closed" but for some reason I was still irritated, perhaps it was because I had invested in a short cut, which ended up not only not saving any time, but in fact adding 5 minutes to my already irritatingly circulatory walk.
And to add insult to injury, I got up at 9.00 today for a tutorial I never even had. Not strictly connected I know, but still.
Now I'm tired, and have no lectures.
Monday, April 26, 2004
They have included a pub crawl (Total participants in the first pub, two) which degenerated into a fruit salad/ice cream/beer night, a drive by (more accurately a cycle by) water gun shooting, which was a complete success. The seccond cycle by however resulted in my back wheel being bent hideously out of shape.
I am fairly certain there was quite a lot more going on, but to be frank my memory is not really any more effective than a swiss cheese bullet shield.
Talking of which I am in the rifle and fencing squads for a couple of competitions in the near future, so expect reports on them at some points. And yes, by report I mean sarcastic and unsubstantiated criticism of them both.
Now I'm tired and I'm going to lectures.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Apparently I, after making a complete idiot of myself at the bar, I will not go into how, came home and insulted the entire house, banged on doors and threw a chair at our resident tutor.
Lectures were also interesting this morning, involving dangerous saddle points... yes... There was also a five minute Russian exchange between Russian girl and the lecturer, over some infinitesimally relevant calculation.
Funny Guy has made an entrance, and in his usual subtle manner has requested a Blog entry. Since he has offered to lend me Kill Bill, and remains the video library for our house, I thought I ought to give him a mention.
In addition I have just learned that he spent a good length of time leaning against the wall in the bar, face first, alone. Well, it amused me.
Now I'm hammered, and I'm going to play football.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
First and foremost, Pompey beat Man U! Relegation zone indeed... Anyway, all we ahve to do now is beat Arsenal and that will make this one fantastic end to a season.
In other news, my kitchen cupboard has been ransacked. Not as in
"Damn, someone has used my stuff and made a mess of it, I'll have to tidy it."
But in fact as in
"This is not my kitchen, my kitchen had my stuff in it."
I am most displeased, and so far have only recovered one cup and a bowl. (Fortunately my plates remained unmoved)
Someone will rue the day...
Now I'm tired, but have been rudely awoken.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
I only bought one item, and typicaly it was an item of weaponry. Well, near enough. I bought a sabre, which I have had great delight in testing out on the nearest possible target (read: brother.) I gave him a helmet first obviously.
Apparantly I am a natural at this particular weapon, though I am not quite sure if it will take over from the foil as my weapon of choice. It is a lot of fun, but lacks the finesse I enjoy with a foil. Anyway, I do not have the build of a sabruer, I realy am an archetypical foilist, according to this anyway: lock up your silver! Now you know what fencing teams are really like.
Now I'm ill, and Im going to fly a helicopter...
Sunday, April 11, 2004
These included several which were immediately scornfully put down by two members of the group, and several which, after careful consideration were dismissed. The favoured technique was that the two halves of the egg are made separately, then stuck/melted together afterwards. This certainly seems to be the case for Cadburys dairy milk eggs.
However, it was soon found that in a "Celebrations" egg, there was no seam on the inside, and the one on the outside appeared to be simply etched on, along with the patern. So far the only method we can think of is that the egg is formed by spraying molten chocolate onto the inside of a chilled egg shaped mould from a kind of needle like device, which is withdrawn with a final squirt to fill the hole.
My personal favourite idea was that they bubble air up through a vat of cooling chocolate, and when it is solid, using sophisticated radar technology, they find the correct sized bubbles and cut out the lump of chocolate surrounding them, which is whittled down to an egg shape, then decorated. The remaining chocolate is then returned to the vat.
Anyway... please send in any better answers to Simple superiority at hotmail dot com. Thanks.
Now I'm hungry, and I'm going to find eggs.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
1) First grade teacher's name: Mrs Stout I believe
2) Last word you said: "easy"
3) Last song you sang: "Walking on Sunshine"
4) Last person you hugged: Uhm... I really do not remember. Probably someone while drunk on Saturday.
5) Last thing you laughed at: A text message. Thats all you are getting.
6) last time you said 'i love you': This morning I believe, from bed.
7) Last time you cried: Uhm... well, my eyes kinda watered this morning, but that was quite literaly tears of boredom.
Present:
8) What's in your cd player: QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEN
9) What color socks are you wearing: None...
10) Whats under your bed: Weapons and a squash racket.
11) What time did you wake up today: 8.00 Then went back to bed.
12) Current taste: Yerwhat?
13) Current hair: Short, shorter than usual, and no gell.
14) Current clothes: Jeans, boxers and "We will Rock You" T-shirt.
15) Current annoyance: My arm hurts.
16) Current longing: I am pretty good on the longing front actualy... Ok, a working PC and video system for uni.
17) Current desktop picture: Hitman: Codename 47.
18) Current worry: My room is not clean enough.
19) Current hate: If you do not already know... You arent qualified to.
20) Story behind your
21) Current favorite article of clothing: Uhm... my jacket.
22) Favourite physical feature of the opposite sex: Body, general athleticism.
23) Last cd that you bought: You mean you can buy those things?
24) Favourite place to be: On top of a quiet mountain...
25) Least favourite place: Do not really have one... Perhaps... Eastwood...
26) Time you wake up in the morning: Whenever I least want to.
27) If you could play any instrument, what would it be: Guitar. Or drums.
28) Favorite colour: Dark blues.
29) Do you believe in an afterlife?: Nope.
30) How tall are you?: 5'9ish
31) Current favourite word/ saying: Cope with it.
32) Favourite book: Far too many to list. I read EVERYTHING that is within arms reach. I really am a liability in book stores.
33) Favourite season: Winter, but looking forward to summer this year.
34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: No regrets right? I do not dwell on it.
35) Favourite day: Wednesday.
Future:
36) Where do you want to go: Everywhere. I would always come home though.
37) What is your career going to be: One that makes money. Hey, I never claimed to be altruistic.
38) How many kids do you want: Two. Three perhaps, so long as they were different sexes.
39) What kind of car will you have: TVR a nice one.
Random:
40) Type a line you remember from any book: "Lightening stabbed at the earth erraticaly, like an inefficient assasin."
41) A random lyric: "Load up, load up, load up, with rubber bullets"
42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: Phone, empty glass CD cases galore.
43) What's up: Wow is that the time?
Now I'm bored, I'm going to go boxing.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Сегодня я планирую не сделать ничего. Возможно я мог бы текст моя новая подруга, которую очень немного людей дома знают о, так, если Вы достаточно шикарны, чтобы читать это, Вы на один шаг впереди на фронте сплетни.
Теперь я утомлен, и я ложусь спать.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Plural of octopus = octupuses.
Not octopi. That is just a made up word.
While we are at it, the plural of genius is, disapointingly, geniuses.
Oh, and the integers are the set of whole numbers. Just so you know.
In more current news, went out last night with, well, a group of old friends. They will remain nameless, despite what I told them at the time.
Much of the night was taken up with persuading me and one of the company to get together, which was a futile effort, and never realised. I am sure she will agree with me when I say this was a good thing. As I believe was mentioned on the night;
"Imagine the children!"
I would rather not.
Now I think I am rather safe in saying here, though I could be mistaken, that I struggled throughout the evening to remain entirely polite. I was, musing, on a certain topic, and used the wonders of a mobile phone to pass on my thoughts to a safe person. The text was as follows;
"Wivfj fqxiv: Qiwk kduhl qgoseo"
Well, not quite, but I decided not to risk it, and therefore encoded it soon after the original blog. Brilliantly, I used my room number as the essential key, so only those who know me reasonably well will be able to work it out.
Oh, also you have to be not stupid, that helps too.
The jacket has gone. The leather jacket is now no more.
EDIT: Just found it, it was in the cupboard downstairs. Disaster averted.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to find food.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Things going well at home; no work, free food, new sports kit. It is all good.
I have been going out with and catching up with a few mates recently, visiting the old haunts. Strange how my home town is so different and yet so familiar.
Met up with three of so friends individualy, which was very cool, and the rest in a big gang. Whilst that was also enjoyable, I did loose my leather jacket, which for the record, is eight years older than I am. Must try to get that back.
One person has pissed me off royaly. I am not even going to give a fake name here, despite the fact that I am fairly certain she does not read my blog. She may or may not already know what I think of her now, I pretty much blanked the girl at the time. I may well be over reacting, but to be frank, I do not care, she deserves whatever treatment she gets.
Now I'm ill, and I'm going to drink.
