Quote of the moment:
I HATE everything about you, why do I love you???? says:
mebbe my browser is showing me a cached copy of it or something....
Hulk: I died in my dreams, what's that supposed to mean? says:
lol
I HATE everything about you, why do I love you???? says:
hahhaa are u impressed at my technical knowledge
I just thought everyone should have a chance to be amazed at Podgy's technical expertise. All rude comments welcome :D
Quote of the moment: "I died in my dreams, what's that supposed to mean?"
Ahem. I know I just went to read Le Count again, but I have an urge to type... so here is my version of a Podgy "THIS SONG/BAND/ALBUM/SINGER IS SO AWESOME" rant type thing... Much like a Prillo "THAT BLOKE WAS SO FIT" rant, really! :P
Anway: THE RASMUS. I'm sure you've heard the name before... The first single from the album "Dead Letters" was "In The Shadows"... as in:
I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time
I've been searching, I've been living
For tomorrows all my life
That's quite a pr0 song itself, but compared to some of the other stuff on the album, tis distinctly second rate. For example, the opening song, "First Day Of My Life", is t3h r0x0r:
I feel like I'm stoned, I wanna be alone, just for a while, unknown,
Weeks on the road, a long way from home, to shut up the phone,
And you say I'll heal you I'll always be yours
And you say I'll kill you if I do something wrong
Still feels like the first time
To stand here by your side
Together regardless
We'll walk through the darkness
Still feels like the first day of my life
I particularly like the "Together regardless, We'll walk through the darkness" couplet... Also we have the rather spankingly good "Funeral Song", including the lovely couplet I quoted at the start:
I died in my dreams
What's that supposed to mean?
At this point I have to thank Paddy... if it were not for driving to his house and back last Tuesday night, watching the lightning and listening to this r0x0r album, I might never have bought it... and it r0x0rs. Ummm, that's about it. I'm nub at this rant stuff, I'd better leave it to the pr0s... :P
Quote of the moment: BCC, with a B in Maths
That's what I need, it seems... to scrape myself into Cardiff/Bath next year... Have emails from both admissions tutors confirming it, so now I just need to get my arse in gear and sort my maths out... tis a relief to know I don't need to touch Chemistry or Physics again... :D
Hopefully I shall be off to a "Crammer" soon, like start of September time, and I shall do oodles of maths, more maths and only maths (I wish I could watch Podgy's expression when she reads this) :D Then hopefully I can take my maths exams in January, or maybe even November, and bugger off and do something useful/worthwhile... Perhaps go somewhere hot and work for a well project or something... burn off the podge... or my mum found a leaflet while we were on holiday, about restoring the Droitwich canal... Again, Civ. Eng. related... Anyway, tres ambitious thinking at the moment! TBH I never really considered taking a gap year, I was always planning on going to Uni straight away, getting on with life, because with a 4 year course plus a year's training at Sandhurst (fingers crossed) I'll have a while still til I actually start doing something... But now that I do have hopefully at lest 6 months free, I'm amusing myself by pondering the possibilities...
Other news: My (my mum's) car, newly back from having the rear something or other fixed, which got cracked when I reversed into a wheely bin (as well as the window), has a new battle scar: Vince, a touch worse for wear on Friday night, didnt manage to push the garage door up properly, and it dropped on the bonnet as I drove in... OOOPS.
Also: Having read "Sleepers" while canal-tripping, in which the kid's favourite book is the Count of Monte Cristo (by Alexandre Dumas, also author of "The Three Musketeers"), guess what I'm now reading... tis HUGE... the size of Harry Potter 5, but in 8 point text (I think). Anyway, tis tiny text and very thin paper, being a Penguin Classic of the £1 variety... I started it this morning and, in between emailing Universities and watching the olympics, have reached page 127... of 1078... so about 1/8th of the way, if my D-grade maths can hack that... It's apperently the first unabridged translation (from the original french) for 150 years, because the Victorians didn't like the opium induced sexual fantasies and other delights, and edited them out... Lol... Tis actually a pro book, even though there's barely any of that anyway :P
Did anyone appart from me see the Olympic womens Volleyball quarterfinal today? Russia vs South Korea... Korea getting owned might have had something to do with the tallest Korean being something like 5ft10, and the tallest Russian, Gamova (obvious pun from the commentator: can you guess it?) being 6ft8... stick thin, walked like a Giraffe... and scored one third of the total team points... Good enough for Jim?! :p
I will prepare a Canal Trip narrative when I can be arsed... which isn't now, because I'm going back to my book :p
Quote of the moment: "I'm sorry to tell you that..."
So, today was the big one... resultus dayus... and, as expected, mine were not great. CCD, with the D in maths. Rather poo, in fact. Had I scraped a C in maths, I might have held onto an offer, admittedly reduced to BEng from MEng, but as it is, no chance...
So, clearing: Swansea - tiny chance, Plymouth - can go, that's about it from decent places... Plymouth suffers in the tables cos of having no research, but it owns in the teaching marks (23/24) so I'm considering it...
Otherwise, it's resit time... Definitely Maths, maybe the other two as well, it depends on what the admissions tutors from Bath and Cardiff say they'd require from me next year... So it's all a bit up-in-the-air at the moment...
I don't want to rush into any place I can get, cos I want to be able to check out the Uni first and all... So I dont know if I will do anything through clearing this year... Plus now that it's open again, the possibility of heading off somewhere for a bit does sound quite pr0... Doing a gap tutor stint, or something... tis a bit late, I know, but I could maybe go for 6 months after Christmas or something... Dunno... Another possibility is working for a while to earn some money for a Parachuting course... tis apparently about £800 for a pro one in the states (not including flights)... Tis a week long, but cos of the clear skies and steady winds (unlike in Britain) you can jump pretty much all the time, and do something like 20 jumps in that week... freefall... getting onto skydiving stuff by the end of the week, all the steering yourself in the air bit before pulling the ripcord... sounds like an ownage trip...
Speaking of ownage, today was actually quite pro... Had lunch at the 3 horseshoes (including chips with sweet and sour sauce - awesome combo) then hit Cineworld, saw Pete Vernon's awesome, Toploader style, big, fuzzy, almost fro like hair, watched "I, Robot" which was pr0 apart from the coporate advertising bits, and the unneccessary messiah sideline subplot... Never-the-less, a pr0 film... Then we hit KFC (and I betrayed Podgy's anti MacDonalds passion to get a Big Mac next door) and took it home to Kaz's house... I'd like to point out that Harry went around the roundabout twice, twice... :p Once on the way to KFC, ffs, and again going to Kaz's house... Which was pr0, in particular the chair which would fit one Will, or Kaz and Tirzah together... Lol... Cable Guy was t3h r0x0r, as was scanning the channels and finding filth on all 3 non BBC ones... Call in the Daily Mail, surely!
That's about it for now... I'll FOAGTB :D
Quote of the moment: Definitive proof that our Cookie Monster has gone where no Cookie Monster has gone before.
Now the promised links:
Vomit Comet (http://vomitcomet.pratt.duke.edu/)
To see pictures of the Cookie-Monster in Micro-gravity (currently on the Blogger "blogs we've noticed" list) click here. And I thought parachuting looked cool...
Will Thorne - the original (http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/TUthorne.htm)
Mr William Thorne: Unionist, Communist, Labour MP... Something for Big Willy to aspire to.
My Former Blog (http://supersizewithcoke.blogspot.com/)
I changed the template on here as a trial: would my dear readers prefer this template to the Sainsburys style current one?! Votes please...
Quote of the moment: Ban this sock filth!
Lo chaps... not much up since last night... Am currently conversing with the Prill-meister, a rare occurence... Or should I say Prill-mistress? Don't get TOO excited at that thought, please... :P
Today, went over to Grandparents to attack their hedge... the first phase was executed with particularly venerable shears, (dating from about 1920), which made it more of a brute force and ignorance exercise than anything else... This was followed by the second wave, cavalry mounted on aluminium stepladders... Then the victory was completed by the halberdiers, wielding a particularly fine pole and hook branch lopping device... How handy...
I then got a phonecall demanding transport to Chelmsford by Victoria (to meet Poppy Chenivix-Trench)... this had been priorly agreed, but the departure time was not made sufficiently clear to me... I thought I needed to pick her up from our house at 6, she needed to be in Chelmsford at 5.45... Cue mad rush around, scooping up cuttings and mad rushes to the bonfire heap wwith the wheelbarrow... Then being pressed to take my fee, which has inflated to £9 (a 29% inflation in one week - not bad!), and shooting off home in the car. On the way I left a nice squealing mark on the roundabout at the end of our road, then arrived and waited ten minutes while Madam finished preparing...
Having dropped her off in Chelmsford, I came home, bummed around some more, went in to fetch her when ordered. I was told half-past, I got there 27 past... Victoria was there to grab the present she forgot to take in earlier, she went back in, and went to pay up... Meanwhile two traffic wardens are wandering down the road behind me, and I'm parked in a Taxi rank, the only available stopping point... how handy... So she's in the restaurant and someone taps her on the arm and says "Isn't that your brother being spoken to by the police?" (they'd presumably overheard some comment about me waiting outside...)
Fortunately that prompted her to move a bit faster... LOL... Though I'd just been given a couple of minutes for her to get her arse in gear before they actually did anything about it...
Apart from that, have watched the BB eviction, noting that Stu is just like a long-haired hyperactive Jim, and then "Midnight Run", which had Robert DeNiro in, which is always a good sign... It was quite amusant, a 6 or 7 methinks...
And for that very dull entry, I must apologise... G'night!
Quote of the moment: "I am Cornholio! I need TP for my bunghole!"
Taken from "Beavis and Butthead do America", just after the cops surrounding Beavis (I think) who has a chemical weapon in his shorts, ask what his demands are... :D
So, I have returned from my great adventure :p
The weekend was ok... 3 hours in the car to my Gran's... The 21st birthday "party" was civilised affair on the lawn, due to the lack of student friends of my cousin, because they'd mostly gone on holiday... There were in fact 5 of them... plus 4 cousins (including us,), one attatched girlfriend, 6 middle agers (My dad + siblings + spouses) plus 2 wrinklies. Also her brother, aka my cousin Nicholas: scholarship to Cambridge, 1st in History, and his girlfriend Claire, 1st from Oxford. They both work for the home office... Oh, the excitement :p
Having discovered that my supposedly intellectual cousin watches the Hollyoaks Sunday omnibus and reads Heat magazine, we moved onto the expected intelligent conversation... Having discussed immigration policy (Claire's "area") we got around to the differences between French and British colonies, in the past and present. The main difference seems to be that the British were mostly happy to use the existing infrastructure to impose their will, (unless it opposed them). The French however, considered each colony to be part of France itself, and therefore tried to impose the French language, style of goverment, type of justice, etc etc. The result now, though, is that the French are actually much more supportive of their former colonies than the British (so the knowledgable said). Ignoring the cynical view that this is only because they have trade monopolies to protect, in Chad, bordering Sudan, there are plenty of French peacekeeping troops. Perhaps I underestimated the French. However, the likelyhood of them intervening to stop goverment crackdowns on supposed "rebels" is still, I feel slim. But the threat might have been used effectively...
Rob can start reading again now...
Moving on from the political dicotomy, the next morning we headed off into Wales, towards Brecon, to have lunch with a friend of my parents, called Di (as in short for Diane). After another 1 and a half hours, at least, of driving, we arrived, had lunch, went for a walk. We stopped at a bridge, and Di said something about playing Pooh-sticks when we kids were tiny... So I wandered off and found some sticks... Unfortunately, I came last... Ooops! And on the second time, Ben (our dog) swam under the bridge and stole my stick. Grrr :@
On Sunday night, after another 4 hours in the car (oh joy!) we got home, changed, and went to Will's house, with a small detour up the road because his directions were a mite crap... Straight on at the Y junction and first left would have sufficed, because I didn't realise the "two cottages" mentioned were up the other stalk of the Y. Obviously not my fault, of course... :p
Twas quite amusant, watching Will and his dad bicker... And I was very upset at missing Rob's carrying of his team in the cricket :D I hear much fun and frolicing occured after I pissed off home... So I just hope Vicky kept her clothes on :p
Yesterday I filled in my Tesco application form, then cycled to Tescos to see what job to put on the front... Unfortunately they only have part-time vacancies, almost all including week-end stints, not handy seeing as I only have conjugal visits at the weekend... Though I could be a "Grocery Replenishment Engineer" from 23.00 to 08.00... Sounds about right for my awake-time! :D However, as yet I haven't applied for anything, so I might have to inquire at Dunmow Tescos... Jimmy, is there owt going spare?!
Today was not a very good day... woke up about half one, feeling t3h cr4p50r... The excessive exercise of le cyclisme, perhaps... Anyway, spent most of the day either watching tv or reading in bed... Was dragged out on another cycle by my dear mother, after which felt tres dead... On the plus side, watched a tres bon film tonight, called "The Experiment"(German, with subtitles). It centres on a psycolocial project involving a group of volunteers, who are divided into Prisoners and Guards. They have to play out their respective roles in a mockup prison, all watched by the cameras of the scientists. Obviously they go from amicability into conflict, then brutal control by the guards leading to an eventual riot and escape... The coincidence that the tall, blond ones are mostly Guards becomes gradually apparent as they start to dominate their colleagues (including an Elvis impersonator :p), and the Nazi imagery is further perpetuated by the main character, a Prisoner, is no more than average height, dark haired, and called Tarik... Overall, slightly overobvious, but very tense, and quite brutal... 8/10 :D
(Marks for the psuedo-critic in the comments, please :D)
A couple of final mentions:
1. I was looking at the Bath website last week, for details of Freshers Week etc etc... Couldn't find any, but was looking on the clubs list to find the OTC page, and also spotted the RPS club... I must have been feeling especially dozy, because I clicked on it expecting a gamers page (as in RTS or Real Time Strategy for Podgy etc :p). But no... tis the Bath student Rock Paper Scissors Club page, complete with tactics, club rules, competitions, matches vs other universities... Methinks me shall join! Lol... Well, on the off-chance I get into Bath, that is :D
2. Inspired by Podge's drugs rant... Something ironic: FARC, the Marxist rebels in Colombia, are supposedly fighting to free people from oppression, let the poor break out of the slums and be equal, etc etc. And their main source of funding is Cocaine... Made by peasants they keep like slaves, and which enslaves the minds of people in both their own country, and across the world. And many of those are the poor, the slum/ghetto-dwellers.
At least that was only a short paragraph to skip, right Rob? :D
Aufwiedersehen, chaps!
