Friday, June 17, 2005
Shorn Of The Dreads
Q: "How would you like it sir?"
A: "Take it all off."
Oops. I also let slip that I would be away until September, so the barber said he'd "make sure it didn't need another cut until then".
The beautiful curls are gone...
...revealing the shrinking source...
...and why I really need to wear a beret.
I actually rather like it. Better than last time, when it was just long enough to fiddle with. Now it feels like new tooth brush bristles.
Apologies for picture quality: taken with the webcam while my digicam ones are in the charger.
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Wednesday, June 15, 2005
The Problem With The World
A worldwide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was: "Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"
The survey was a huge failure...
In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
And in the USA they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant
- More fun from the classic Rob conversation.
The Phobile: attatchable to a mobile phone for that old school, grip between shoulder and chin feel.
Apparently my MP3 player has now, at last, been despatched. Sigh. Seven times as long to load it vs saving £10. Sigh again.
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WILL GOES WEST
Will Goes West
Possibly Good. Probably Bad. Provably Ugly
It's up, running and has an awesome picture grid menu with all pics stolen from Prill's Kr3w mugshots.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Tell Me About Your Mother...
Rob says: im gonna be the next hitler
Rob says: im gonna kill all teh jews and 1 clown
You said: why?
Rob says: why what?
You said: why the clown?
Rob says: see, no-one cares about the jews
- A classic conversation I discovered in my folder of files cleared from my desktop, while searching for my UCAS login details.
The album cover of X&Y by Coldplay
What was the first thing that came into your mind when you saw that picture?
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That Is A Good Name...
Quote of the moment:
"That is a good name and I would like to hear the story of it some day" - Greeting taken from The Borribles. An absolutely awesome trilogy. The second one was in the prep school library before it got stripped out and reinvented as a second computer room with a couple of bookshelves, but I found an omnibus edition in Waterstones and read them all in under a week. Awesome stuff.
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What .blogspot.com address should my Summer Camp blog have?
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I've decided to have a seperate blog for my travels, because:
A) It'll be easier to go back and browse later.
B) I can keep it clean because my parents want to read it. Anything dirty and/or unconnected to my travels will go on here.
So I went to create a new blog and tried entering several addresses. Blogger told me they were all taken so I gave up and went to bed, but when I logged on today I discovered that the above three were obviously not taken because they'd appeared on my blogs list.
I wrote and meant to post this about 5 hours ago, but got distracted by drawing up a huge Excel list of songs to put on my MP3 player. Oops.
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Sunday, June 12, 2005
Icecream Coneheads
"Pie is SO SO SO SOOOO Gay!" - R.I.P. Bob Wants Pie, 12th June 2005. I hope it rises from the dead. It's tinged with zombie green anyway.
I forgot to mention that when in Chelmsford on Saturday we saw various performing groups, including the Coneheads, pictured below:
How many are there really?...
They came into the opticians when I was trying on some glasses (since my old ones are knackered and falling apart) and all lined up next to me to try on a pair each, then stood around me while one of them 'took a picture' with his prop camera. If only I'd had my camera...
I have selected an MP3 player, but my dad refused to let me buy it from a shop for £99 and prowled the internet for a better deal. Eventually he ordered it from Amazon for £89 (inc. p&p), but it's due to arrive on Friday or Saturday, leaving me with plenty of time to load it up, obviously! How handy!
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It has 1GB of flash memory, which is easily enough for my needs. The (optimistic, obviously) quote was 45 CDs worth, and my music collection can easily be whittled down to less than that. The clincher, though, was that it can run for (up to) 70 hours on a single AAA battery, when the average is about 10 hours. Hurrah!
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God Bless America Britain
PWETTY DWESS! - Vicky's Leaver's dress, a snip at £205.
I went to Chelmsford as part of a family shopping expedition today. Sigh. The inevitable failed phone batteries and missed meet-ups ensued, from 11am all the way to 5.30pm. I did, however, manage to get my dad to buy me dollars and travellers cheques, while I ogled the fittie behind the counter in the Co-op travel bureau.
I bagged a hugely baggy pair of jeans in TK Maxx with cool stitching. Instead of twin lines of gold stitching, one's gold and one's light blue. As Prill would say, 'FUNKY!'. I also got two spankingly good t-shirts in Matalan, including one with ENGLAND written across a "Lion Passant Guardant".
3 x Lion Passant Guardant
The perfect choice for Independance Day.
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Saturday, June 11, 2005
R.I.P. My Job
I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it I’m about to
lose control and I think I like it...
Hurrah! Last day at work. Hopefully. I put it down as my last day when I signed up with the agency and I told them I wanted to leave this Friday, but in a moment of weakness I said I'd do a handover day on Monday if necessary. It shouldn't be, I haven't used most of the stuff I learned and the stuff I have would only take about half an hour, maximum.
The jubilation was rather overshadowed though, because on the way home I hit a cat. I was coming down the road from the Green Dragon, only about 500m away, and it ran out, paused in the lights, then ran on. I did the correct thing and braked without trying to swerve out around it, because that would have put it right between the wheels. Unfortunately the side of the car just clipped its bum, which was less resilient than Zulu's.
*** If you're squeamish, don't read on ***
When I turned around and drove back to find it, I discovered it lying in the middle of the road with its stomach split open and its intestines sliding out. It was a full Saving Private Ryan job. I got a Tesco bag from the car and tied it around the midriff to hold the guts in, then took it to the door of the bungalow it was running towards, since it had no collar or tag.
The little old lady (L.O.L.) who slightly opened a window next to the door said it was one of the ones she fed occasionally (as LOL's do) but it wasn't really hers or anyone's that she knew of. I thought it would be a bit harsh to make the LOL go digging, so I agreed to take it home and bury it.
P.S. A shocking appearance in the awesome cast list of Saving Private
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Friday, June 10, 2005
Mastercard
Flowers for your girlfriend's birthday: $35
Bottle of Champagne: $50
Forgetting to lock the bedroom door: PRICELESS
That looks eerily like Prill m8's head. I haven't seen enough of the legs for proper confirmation.
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