Ok, I've been able to eat for 3 and a half hours now, and all ive had is a cheese sandwich and some steak. Not bad for someone who's just had nothing to eat for an entire day. My last meal before famine-dom was a platter of chips, which were far to salty. But, as my last meal, I accepted them gratefully, and they weren't so bad once my taste buds had commited suicide. So anyway, and account begins:
For reasons best known to themselves a number of people didnt turn up, but i find a smaller group to be a lot better that a large one. (Which is why if a lot of people congregate around the radiator i walk off) THe event began with the ending of the afore-mentioned last meal (in my case at 1300) and from then on nothing but water, although i will admit to having had a cup of coffee and two cupfulls of vanilla coke. The most obvious thing about the place was the extortionate amount of CD's and DVD's that had managed to find there way into the church, which admittedly was no bad thing. After several rousing sessions of Solitaire on the laptop, i was curtailed into a game of Scrabble against my parents and another faster. Needless to say the victory was mine (gloat gloat) with some tactful blocking of the triple word score boxes. Then a game of Jenga (hunger starting to creep in) from which i again emerged victorious. The first of the two films of the evening was then played. (Toy Story, still possibly one of the funniest films i have ever seen) After that there was a void of chit chat and hunger, until 9 when the second motion picture was started, this time Finding Nemo, hunger now really starting to build. For those who havent seen it, do so, it is highly amusing, despite the anatomically incorrect clownfish (Pixar, eyes should be at the side) and the very limited onscreen appearance of Crush ("Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude") ONce that was over, the amusing idea was put forward for a game of Sardines, possibly the most interesting game to play in a pitchblack church at midnight on an empty stomach. Possibly the best moment of this game for me was my second time at hiding. I was underneath a very dark pew, and NS player Necronz was looking in the pew in front of me. He leaned over the back of that pew, looking straight down at me. However, due to the lack of luminesence he couldn't see me, so the only way he could have found me was by touch. Say, by clenching his hand into a fist and ramming it down into the gap under the pew, say, where my left eye happened to be. He then very subtly managed not to reveal my position to the rest of the players ("OH MY GAD ARRRGH WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!") IN a church to tsk tsk tsk... I hope he burns. Anyway, having now been discovered, it took several of the players a further 10 minutes to locate me. Well, we had to loacte them. One of the other players had sensed me on the other side of the church, and had crawled under the space to get me (reasons best known to herself) and her friend followed her under. Only after everyone in my hiding place had vacated andfound them did the error arise. Ah, fun.
Anyway, after the fun of that, bedtime beckoned. 1 in the morning. I woke at 7:20. I am very tired at the mo. However, being a Sunday, Church was on the next morning. Now, i had no problem with that. In fact i looked forward to it in a way. However, after the service is tea, coffee, and BISCUITS!!! OOOOOH i hated all those who thrusted a biscuit under my nose, or retold tales of what they had last night for dinner. How...amusing...
ANyway, 24 hours well spent, and im starving...
February 29, 2004
February 28, 2004
Well, just 90 minutes to go until the start of my starvation oddysey. The moniker goes : at 1200 i go up teh the church, where there is a large communal lunch until 1230, and then from then on its starve, starve, starve. So, for exactly 24 hours i have to sit with a bunch of "mateys" who are similarly starving themselves, doing nothing but play games, chat, listen to music, watch Finding Nemo (something im REALLY looking forward to :D) and sleep. Oh, and because we're in the church we have the servic in the morning which i'll sit through. I have to take my phone, so my friends can text me telling me what wonderful things they are eating. Which...will...be...hell...
To say the least. Actually, because its a church service they'll be taking communion, which again will be hell to all concerned. OUCH. Anyways, its for a good cause. This idea was decided to be done to raise money for the starving people in the world, and to do that...we starve ourselves. A point all my heartless, cruel, satan-spawn, nonsponsering friends have stated as being rather ironic. I agree, but hell, twill be a tad humourous, torturous, and hellish, but i might lose a bit of weight in the process :).
Anyhoo, i'll post again telling you how it went. Byeeeeee
DickyBod
Ps Ouch im hungry...
To say the least. Actually, because its a church service they'll be taking communion, which again will be hell to all concerned. OUCH. Anyways, its for a good cause. This idea was decided to be done to raise money for the starving people in the world, and to do that...we starve ourselves. A point all my heartless, cruel, satan-spawn, nonsponsering friends have stated as being rather ironic. I agree, but hell, twill be a tad humourous, torturous, and hellish, but i might lose a bit of weight in the process :).
Anyhoo, i'll post again telling you how it went. Byeeeeee
DickyBod
Ps Ouch im hungry...
February 25, 2004
Ok, I'm now going to post the rant that was going to be posted yesterday, had there not been any mitigating circumstances (RARGATRGHASA!!!)
Before i do so, some light poetry.
The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!
OK, I'm to serene to rant now. I'm going to have dinner, so i'll blog post-consumption
Before i do so, some light poetry.
The Raven, by Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!
OK, I'm to serene to rant now. I'm going to have dinner, so i'll blog post-consumption
February 24, 2004
February 23, 2004
So, back to school today. Whoo. I would have enjoyed the occasion, had we not had the subjects we have on a Monday. MAths, Physics, German Chemistry English. So meh.
Oh well, this is a tumultouosly boring blog at the mo, and i dont want to start ranting about things (BICYCLES MR TYLER AMERICA PIGEONS BANDWAGONS NEGATIVITY) and so i clsoe with these words:
floop miggi hashhasi sushi sushi sushi
As i would say.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAny way, check out the links on the left ------> for more interesting things than myself...
Oh well, this is a tumultouosly boring blog at the mo, and i dont want to start ranting about things (BICYCLES MR TYLER AMERICA PIGEONS BANDWAGONS NEGATIVITY) and so i clsoe with these words:
floop miggi hashhasi sushi sushi sushi
As i would say.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAny way, check out the links on the left ------> for more interesting things than myself...
February 22, 2004
Ah, Blog number 2 for the day!
Let me rant now about that demon of social grace and ettiquette : ALCOHOL
Now, let me state this immediatly and clearly : I have never, and will never, be in a state that could be described as intoxicated/inebriated/drunk. I make this statement because i can see many benefical effects of a life of soberiety. For instance, when you hear on the news that last night a group of drunks beat up and severely injured a man, i can feel glad that im off the record! Another obvious benefit is never having to wake up in the morning and have this train of thought :
"Hm, where did this bruises come from...............a fight.........yes, i remember, there was a fight last night............Mavis and Pete..............they were arguing about something.................hmm, i wonder what that could have been......................oh, wait, i remember........................Mavis was upset because Pete was having an affair....................................I wonder how she found out............Pete only told me that he was and......................................oh crap...."
In the above example i draw from my imagination. I dont actually know anyone called Mavis or Pete, nor a couple of that name. Still, I have seen these effects clearly at social oppertunities. The one benefit i can see of drink i can see is that if it kills enough people off (directly or indirectly) the world will be full of sober intellectuals like I, whose idea of a good night outy is a trip to an art gallery thena rousing game of Backgammon in the evening. Again, this is fantasy. I don't know how to play backgammon.
Meh, draw conclusions of your own, but its my life and i'll end it how i like thank you very much...
DickyBod
Ps : If any beer companies are reading this, dont worry, you havent lost a customer. I never was one.
Let me rant now about that demon of social grace and ettiquette : ALCOHOL
Now, let me state this immediatly and clearly : I have never, and will never, be in a state that could be described as intoxicated/inebriated/drunk. I make this statement because i can see many benefical effects of a life of soberiety. For instance, when you hear on the news that last night a group of drunks beat up and severely injured a man, i can feel glad that im off the record! Another obvious benefit is never having to wake up in the morning and have this train of thought :
"Hm, where did this bruises come from...............a fight.........yes, i remember, there was a fight last night............Mavis and Pete..............they were arguing about something.................hmm, i wonder what that could have been......................oh, wait, i remember........................Mavis was upset because Pete was having an affair....................................I wonder how she found out............Pete only told me that he was and......................................oh crap...."
In the above example i draw from my imagination. I dont actually know anyone called Mavis or Pete, nor a couple of that name. Still, I have seen these effects clearly at social oppertunities. The one benefit i can see of drink i can see is that if it kills enough people off (directly or indirectly) the world will be full of sober intellectuals like I, whose idea of a good night outy is a trip to an art gallery thena rousing game of Backgammon in the evening. Again, this is fantasy. I don't know how to play backgammon.
Meh, draw conclusions of your own, but its my life and i'll end it how i like thank you very much...
DickyBod
Ps : If any beer companies are reading this, dont worry, you havent lost a customer. I never was one.
For anyone who reads this pile of drivel in any way, you may have noticed the links to other blogs. These are by my friends, and they all seem to have gone on this crusade about ranting about what is wrong in society. (look at the links for these words of wisdom) I hve decided to activate that part of British culture we do so well that is "Satire." So, for the next few lines, i will be making a satirical statement about my friends blogs, starting with my first point:
1) Nonnesuch, "Im Loving It" is a song(!) by Justin Timberlake, who if i had to guess, i would say was a program from the machine world. This is an attempt for Female Homo Sapiens of around the ages of 13-19 years to buy into the fact that "JT" (forgive me Father for i have abbreviated) buys ugly, disgusting, undercooked, terribly presented food, with only the occasional shining moment. (I once got two packs of fries. Actually, this may just have been some conspiracy to give me heart disease early. No wonder the manager hates me. (see last post) Actually, is it grammatically correct to use a bracket in a bracket, or would that cause some sort of warp in the grammer-syntax continuum?)
2) Teradud, I agree that CocaCola is an evil, disgusting *gun cocks in background* REFRESHING! erm... thirst quenching softdrink with no adverse effects what do you mean unhealthy hahahahahaha.
3) I'd like to make a rant against Michael Akam. I qoute "Why are you eating a salad, go buy some chips!" Well, let me weigh up the choices:
Salad: Actually very nice at school/ Cheaper than Sainsburies/ Better Mayonaisse in them/ Good ratio of tuna to vegetables/ Shouldn't be clogging up my arteries any time soon/ MEANT to be served cold
School Chips : NOT meant to be served cold/ the most ugly texture/ ALWAYS cold/ undercooked/ dry/ cold/ cold/ dry
You get my point Akam no?
4) In fact i have nothing to be satirical about in Megatrobes rant about "roodboi's" because i agree with him wholeheartedly. I was walking through Sainsbury's carpark about, erm 5 months ago, when these black (no intention of racism here) boys of around 14 years of age cylce up to me, demanding to search me (i'm sorry, but with their hands in my pockets i was holding back homophobic remarks) I didnt have anything on me at the time, having just returned a game to Blockbuster, however, as i sauntered off with a sneer on my face at the utter absurdity of the episode, one calls out "If i see you around here again, i'll break your legs." I had to quicken my pace then; if they heard any laughter they probably would have tried, but the fact they thought that by telling me they'd injure me just for walking in a public area was rather amusing. Since then i have walked through that carpark at least 50 times, and my legs are in fine working order. No fast forward to about 2 weeks ago on the Friday. I was walking back through Sainsbury's carpark with my parents, having just had a rather enjoyable meal out. Now, as we're walking through the carpark, my mother remarks on the amount of "rapscallions" hangin around the bin's (if you know the place you know what im on about. For the rest of you, hold on, there is a point coming) AS i think 'Oh God, here we go' one of the young persons runs up to us at a trot. I'm really confused now, until that person comes into veiw as someone i know and like, rather than some knife toting mugger. Now i had nmo idea what was really going on, but at the entrance to the shop was a squad car talking to some teens for reasons i wont pass judgement on. (I would if i knew what it was about) The icing on this cake is when i go on ahead of my parents because i had left my doorkey at a neighbours house and wished to retrieve it. As i walked off my mother called to me saying "Mind you don't get arrested." I then replied with "For what?" and her punchline was "For being a teenager." Had I heard that and not just been through Sainsbury's Car Park i would have laughed and taken it with good humour. On that instance i did not find it in the least bit funny, and have finally come to the conclusion (and the point)
I HATE MY GENERATION (with the odd exception)
5) Ok, time to end by being satirical about my own (this one) which you (not me) are reading (reading as in not writing it) Now anyway (apropos) time to end (finish) this blog (this) with the point of this point (?) being I USE BRACKETS TOO MUCH!
1) Nonnesuch, "Im Loving It" is a song(!) by Justin Timberlake, who if i had to guess, i would say was a program from the machine world. This is an attempt for Female Homo Sapiens of around the ages of 13-19 years to buy into the fact that "JT" (forgive me Father for i have abbreviated) buys ugly, disgusting, undercooked, terribly presented food, with only the occasional shining moment. (I once got two packs of fries. Actually, this may just have been some conspiracy to give me heart disease early. No wonder the manager hates me. (see last post) Actually, is it grammatically correct to use a bracket in a bracket, or would that cause some sort of warp in the grammer-syntax continuum?)
2) Teradud, I agree that CocaCola is an evil, disgusting *gun cocks in background* REFRESHING! erm... thirst quenching softdrink with no adverse effects what do you mean unhealthy hahahahahaha.
3) I'd like to make a rant against Michael Akam. I qoute "Why are you eating a salad, go buy some chips!" Well, let me weigh up the choices:
Salad: Actually very nice at school/ Cheaper than Sainsburies/ Better Mayonaisse in them/ Good ratio of tuna to vegetables/ Shouldn't be clogging up my arteries any time soon/ MEANT to be served cold
School Chips : NOT meant to be served cold/ the most ugly texture/ ALWAYS cold/ undercooked/ dry/ cold/ cold/ dry
You get my point Akam no?
4) In fact i have nothing to be satirical about in Megatrobes rant about "roodboi's" because i agree with him wholeheartedly. I was walking through Sainsbury's carpark about, erm 5 months ago, when these black (no intention of racism here) boys of around 14 years of age cylce up to me, demanding to search me (i'm sorry, but with their hands in my pockets i was holding back homophobic remarks) I didnt have anything on me at the time, having just returned a game to Blockbuster, however, as i sauntered off with a sneer on my face at the utter absurdity of the episode, one calls out "If i see you around here again, i'll break your legs." I had to quicken my pace then; if they heard any laughter they probably would have tried, but the fact they thought that by telling me they'd injure me just for walking in a public area was rather amusing. Since then i have walked through that carpark at least 50 times, and my legs are in fine working order. No fast forward to about 2 weeks ago on the Friday. I was walking back through Sainsbury's carpark with my parents, having just had a rather enjoyable meal out. Now, as we're walking through the carpark, my mother remarks on the amount of "rapscallions" hangin around the bin's (if you know the place you know what im on about. For the rest of you, hold on, there is a point coming) AS i think 'Oh God, here we go' one of the young persons runs up to us at a trot. I'm really confused now, until that person comes into veiw as someone i know and like, rather than some knife toting mugger. Now i had nmo idea what was really going on, but at the entrance to the shop was a squad car talking to some teens for reasons i wont pass judgement on. (I would if i knew what it was about) The icing on this cake is when i go on ahead of my parents because i had left my doorkey at a neighbours house and wished to retrieve it. As i walked off my mother called to me saying "Mind you don't get arrested." I then replied with "For what?" and her punchline was "For being a teenager." Had I heard that and not just been through Sainsbury's Car Park i would have laughed and taken it with good humour. On that instance i did not find it in the least bit funny, and have finally come to the conclusion (and the point)
I HATE MY GENERATION (with the odd exception)
5) Ok, time to end by being satirical about my own (this one) which you (not me) are reading (reading as in not writing it) Now anyway (apropos) time to end (finish) this blog (this) with the point of this point (?) being I USE BRACKETS TOO MUCH!
February 21, 2004
Ah, another funpacked day! Several Armed militants attempted to storm the Glades in Bromely today.I was just leaving Ottakers having purchased a rather spectacular yarn about the life of Partario Jenkins, when an MP5 Automatic was pointed in my face. Grabbing the barrel, I twisted the weapon out of my aggressors grasp and fired twice at his body. AS he lay on the floor in his final moments of life, i relieved him of his Semi Automatic and ran for cover in the McDonalds around the corner. The Manager of the store came out, brandishing a substandard BigMac and a white boxing glove,and ran to'ard me in a frenzied state. With mere seconds to act, I ran behind the counter and knocked him out with a McChicken Sandwich. I then did an act so horrific UN officials would be vomiting over their copies of the Geneva Convention : I force fed the unconscious manager the BigMac. Leaving the Special Sauce to do its work, I saught my next victim. I found my next target purchasing the last copy of Final Fantasy X-2 in Game. I ran, as though time had slowed, into the store, and wrestled the shopper to the floor. A fierce ten minutes of martial arts skills later, i hurried out victorious. My journey continued...
OK, not really. I just thought I'd attempt to make this blog a tad interesting, since i did little if anything today. Anyway, enjoy the above anecdote, and remember : I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!
'night
DickyBod
Disclaimer : Ok, i dont really know where you live, but hell, t'was fun to type. Laughing maniacly at my own writing makes me go all tingly!
OK, not really. I just thought I'd attempt to make this blog a tad interesting, since i did little if anything today. Anyway, enjoy the above anecdote, and remember : I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!!!
'night
DickyBod
Disclaimer : Ok, i dont really know where you live, but hell, t'was fun to type. Laughing maniacly at my own writing makes me go all tingly!
February 20, 2004
Final Fantasy X-2 is now within my grasp. Having mastered the ABSOLUTELY HELLISHLY FAST combat system, i can buckle down and start concentrating on surviving in battle.
So anyway, at the moment im just sitting back, having cleaned up the kitchen substantially after lunch. Mum will return home in about 38 minutes, and...well thats about it. Having read some of my earlier blog posts, i must admit i chose the title of the blog EXCEPTIONALLY well. "The Incredibly Dull Life Of DickyBod." How amazingly apt. Still, i have maths coursework to begin failing, which i will do over the weekend, and as for the english essays, well. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO time to stop and reflect on this post.
I reflect thusly : "Bloody hell i used Caps a lot didn't I?"
Laters
DickyBod
BTW, if you are anyone whose managed to find this and wants to ask whether my life truly is this dull, email me at deadeye46@hotmail.com and please put the subject as 'Dickybod 'tis the true dud' or i'll delete you and hate you as a quinsiquonce
So anyway, at the moment im just sitting back, having cleaned up the kitchen substantially after lunch. Mum will return home in about 38 minutes, and...well thats about it. Having read some of my earlier blog posts, i must admit i chose the title of the blog EXCEPTIONALLY well. "The Incredibly Dull Life Of DickyBod." How amazingly apt. Still, i have maths coursework to begin failing, which i will do over the weekend, and as for the english essays, well. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO time to stop and reflect on this post.
I reflect thusly : "Bloody hell i used Caps a lot didn't I?"
Laters
DickyBod
BTW, if you are anyone whose managed to find this and wants to ask whether my life truly is this dull, email me at deadeye46@hotmail.com and please put the subject as 'Dickybod 'tis the true dud' or i'll delete you and hate you as a quinsiquonce
February 19, 2004
GOOD GOD!! TODAY WAS FREAKISH!!
Not only was, Rob Guest, Dareus Jamshidi and Thomas Pettican on MSN Messenger (a wholly rare occurance) but Cax posted on the IOM forums! MADNESS!!
Ok, anyway, today i watched Dogma, a truly excellent film.
"Why are we here God?"
"................Beep"
Good Night
Dickybod
Not only was, Rob Guest, Dareus Jamshidi and Thomas Pettican on MSN Messenger (a wholly rare occurance) but Cax posted on the IOM forums! MADNESS!!
Ok, anyway, today i watched Dogma, a truly excellent film.
"Why are we here God?"
"................Beep"
Good Night
Dickybod
February 18, 2004
Well, tis 11 minutes past 10, and this is my only post for the day. The reason?
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAS HAPPENED!! I thought i may as well post for habits sake. But with very little to write about i don't know why i'm bothering. Meh.
Ill try and have something exciting (ish) to tell you tommorow
g'night
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAS HAPPENED!! I thought i may as well post for habits sake. But with very little to write about i don't know why i'm bothering. Meh.
Ill try and have something exciting (ish) to tell you tommorow
g'night
February 17, 2004
Well, 5 past 10 in the evening. My last post of the day. Expecting all affairs that were started up today to be completed. I may even go as far as to watch both matrix films on thurs, justas a sort of....thing. Meh im waffling cos im tired, so ill say goodnight.
Goodnight
PS If you are detected, you fail. If you fail, you die
Goodnight
PS If you are detected, you fail. If you fail, you die
Just had a great hour and a bit. A fellow blogger finally came online and we have been chatting, which is nice. for those that have no idea what nationstates is, skip that next paragraph.
I spent most of the time between my last post and now pasting all of the heliotopia strand in our forum into a single word document. A word document that is now about 75 pages long, with about 70000 words in it. Now, im no expert, but thats a lot...
Anyway, a very strange occurence...............................occured when i was doing this. I was typing the first paragraph when i suddenly realised my jaw was really starting to ache. It came as a real surprise to discover that i had been singing along to my playlist on WMP for the last hour!!! Madness
Well thats this post over. Probably may do another in the everning.
g'night dear blog
I spent most of the time between my last post and now pasting all of the heliotopia strand in our forum into a single word document. A word document that is now about 75 pages long, with about 70000 words in it. Now, im no expert, but thats a lot...
Anyway, a very strange occurence...............................occured when i was doing this. I was typing the first paragraph when i suddenly realised my jaw was really starting to ache. It came as a real surprise to discover that i had been singing along to my playlist on WMP for the last hour!!! Madness
Well thats this post over. Probably may do another in the everning.
g'night dear blog
'Tis nearly 2 o'clock now, and ive been up for, oooh 3 hours lol. Havent done much. Lunch was a simple affair, (beans on toast, about the only thing i can cook!) and at the moment i feel a tad bored. Noones on MSN (and those that are aren't talkin') and its just me in the house. I can erply to any posts on the IOM forum, cos noones posterd a reply to mine. I'm toying with the idea of going on to Worms2 and kicking some ass, but i dunno if i can be "bovvered."
Had a shock this morning, when i wake up to see a cat in the middle o' my floor staring back at me. Scared me at least, she just looked back at me, mewed politely and went on her merry way. Still, it woke me up. I don't even know why im posting here, i mean, its not tremendously exciting, more dull than Politics and German combined, and noone but me's probably going to read it. Meh, its an outlet i guess.
Ok, im going to close the door, 'cos its freezing in here...
Had a shock this morning, when i wake up to see a cat in the middle o' my floor staring back at me. Scared me at least, she just looked back at me, mewed politely and went on her merry way. Still, it woke me up. I don't even know why im posting here, i mean, its not tremendously exciting, more dull than Politics and German combined, and noone but me's probably going to read it. Meh, its an outlet i guess.
Ok, im going to close the door, 'cos its freezing in here...
February 16, 2004
Right well, second post.
~Today~
Today was not the most eventful day of my life (for which i am thankful) but then again it had its moment. I woke up realising that school was no more for this week, and thus was in a state of elation for all of, oooh, ten seconds. Still, lunch having consisted of two poached eggs on respecting peices of toast, and dinner being.........something means that something occured within the days frame. Matters not truly. Meh, purile never was so terrible lol
~Today~
Today was not the most eventful day of my life (for which i am thankful) but then again it had its moment. I woke up realising that school was no more for this week, and thus was in a state of elation for all of, oooh, ten seconds. Still, lunch having consisted of two poached eggs on respecting peices of toast, and dinner being.........something means that something occured within the days frame. Matters not truly. Meh, purile never was so terrible lol
Well, here is my life. As the name implies it is incredibly dull. I was reccommended to this site by a friend of mine, who would be described in CS circles as l337. Aaaaanyway. Well, me. DickyBod is what most people call me, since that is a derivative of the name Richard and a word apparantly meaning "intelligent." Either way, thats me. Well, i have no idea whats meant to go in this box, so as you can probably tell im just waffling. Hopefully il work out exactly what i should be doing in due course, so my later musings will be more interesting.
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