W00t! I have sheepishly joined the ranks of the CAD elite!
Well, it can hardly have escaped anyone's attention that this blog seems to have become a little lacklustre of late. Post have become shorter if there at all, i start posts i never finish (see New York for that) and I have just generally become a lot less bothered about the whole thing.
So, heart wrenching as it is, this is my last post, at least for a while. If i can ever work up the bother to post again I may, but this is it for slightly chard
Thanks for reading for the last year.
And, for the last time :
Playing: Devil May Cry 3
Reading: Nowt
Listening to: Ghost Love Score
Watching: The Prisoner when i get it off Nonnesuch
Annoyed with: Photobucket.
Confused about: Kes
Mood: Pretty down
Song currently stuck in head: The Siren
Favourite Song of the Minute: Romanticide
March 30, 2005
March 27, 2005
New Address
You're second favourite blog (after the sex ones *sigh*) is at this adress now.
Change bookmarks/links as you desire. *goes to change homepage*
Thank ye :D
Change bookmarks/links as you desire. *goes to change homepage*
Thank ye :D
Absath has nothing on me
"A short hour and a half ride later we were at Penn station, and we walked a few blocks up into Times Square. We went to some stores, goofed around in Toys R’ Us for a little bit, and then I took her out for lunch at Planet Hollywood. They had a lot of cool props there, like Ferris Bueller’s vest, the miniature cabin used in Evil Dead 2, and I’m pretty sure they had the model used for the second Death Star (the unfinished one). Otherwise it was a really cool replica. We both really like movies, so it was a very cool lunch. The food was great and the company was even better <3"
- stolen shamelessly ( and without permission, eek :( from Absath, the god behind Ctrl+Alt+Del. Hopefully he won't hate me for it.
Anyway, the point of that is, I've been there meself.
The wierd thing about it is usually when people go on about random places in the world you cant really attach to it. But, having been there I have a mental image of that place. I think Dave even took a photo of said Death Star.
Though I'm not sure about "the company was even better"
Anything in the ketchup?
March 26, 2005
A Lou Reed sorta day
Obscure reference in the title really.
Today has been just that though, a perfect day. For me that is, not you lot, 'cos i now you're all hoping for the NY post. Gimme a break on that one, I'm struggling to keep up with Ctrl+Alt+Del at the moment, let alone blog. And now I have to time to blog, I want it to be something new for yous lot, rather than a reiteration of everything Deutsches posted with different pictures.
So, yes today then. Well, it all started at 12 midnight, as most days do. Through some rather bizarre chance happenings I had ended up at the realm of that most l337 of Legends, Nick Staines. And now, with a new day just beginning, I could reflect that I had learned a few new things in the previous day. A list I hear you cry?
- I had nicer breasts than our only female companion
- As such, I was a better female than her overall, though without the genitalia, which she still pointed out was kinda a requisite for male/female.
- As a result, most of the male company actually preferred me as a sexual partner than said female.
- And I learned never to down cheap cider if you're still sentimentally attached to your sense of balance. Which I have since learned to appreciate more.
So Good Friday ended on a high note I'm sure you'll agree. That or you're backing away in slight horror and going to Dave's blog. Which I admit does have better pictures. So, I left with Dave and everyone else at 1, and got halfway home before I realised that, like the idiotic muppet I am, I had left my keys on the carpet by the stereo. So, me and Dave retraced our steps to the Staines Domains, where I espied said keys on the floor, and rang the doorbell, in the hope of being able to retrieve them.
His sister opened the door (with the chain on) and gave me the sort of look that suggested an inner monologue that might have been contemplating how best she could defend herself if I were to randomly run at her and attack. In fact I wouldn't have been surprised if she had a kitchen knife hidden from view. I can't say I blame her though; knowing the effect I seem to have on women it was lucky she didn't try and kill me there and then. Still, with only minimal hostility (despite uber 'chard levels of politeness) I got my keys back and walked home, eventually walking in the door at 2. After a quick few gallons of water I slept
-
At 10 I awoke to find that I could remember enough to write a blog post, and got up and dressed. A quick walk down the road provided me with 2 brand spanking new XV8 Crisis Battlesuits, which should start to cause a little pwnage I hope.
So, a brief recourse for lunch and a VERY long comment on Dan's blog later, I bade farewell to the rest of the family as they toodlepipped off to a weddin'. After a brief bout of boredom I decided to go for a walk, just to enjoy the day, and the 2 weeks of freedom ahead of me. I saw 2 people I knew, although one of them was printed on an advertisment for a photography studio, so she was less talkative. Seeing people you know is good, it makes community spirit seem almost existant
"Community is giving your neighbour your house key and trusting them not to steal anything."
A few things down the road brought a smile to my face, which is always a good thing on a saturday afternoon.
First thing: On the WHSmiths CD chart sales, More Of The Greatest Worship Songs 3 CD boxset was at number 10. The OST to Bridget Jones was 16.
Second Thing: The toy shop has taken on several new members of staff and 1 whale
Third thing : Devil May Cry 3 was on the shelf for 27.99. STEAL!
So that was that. After a massive internal struggle I went for Brothers in Arms, and not DMC3, and it's not bad. Similar to Call of Duty.
So that was today... Very Lou Reed. OH, nd the new Dr Who is on in about 3 minutes, so toodle pip. Laugh mode on standby, and expect a review. Lets hope the humour is as great as this
Later peeps!
Today has been just that though, a perfect day. For me that is, not you lot, 'cos i now you're all hoping for the NY post. Gimme a break on that one, I'm struggling to keep up with Ctrl+Alt+Del at the moment, let alone blog. And now I have to time to blog, I want it to be something new for yous lot, rather than a reiteration of everything Deutsches posted with different pictures.
So, yes today then. Well, it all started at 12 midnight, as most days do. Through some rather bizarre chance happenings I had ended up at the realm of that most l337 of Legends, Nick Staines. And now, with a new day just beginning, I could reflect that I had learned a few new things in the previous day. A list I hear you cry?
- I had nicer breasts than our only female companion
- As such, I was a better female than her overall, though without the genitalia, which she still pointed out was kinda a requisite for male/female.
- As a result, most of the male company actually preferred me as a sexual partner than said female.
- And I learned never to down cheap cider if you're still sentimentally attached to your sense of balance. Which I have since learned to appreciate more.
So Good Friday ended on a high note I'm sure you'll agree. That or you're backing away in slight horror and going to Dave's blog. Which I admit does have better pictures. So, I left with Dave and everyone else at 1, and got halfway home before I realised that, like the idiotic muppet I am, I had left my keys on the carpet by the stereo. So, me and Dave retraced our steps to the Staines Domains, where I espied said keys on the floor, and rang the doorbell, in the hope of being able to retrieve them.
His sister opened the door (with the chain on) and gave me the sort of look that suggested an inner monologue that might have been contemplating how best she could defend herself if I were to randomly run at her and attack. In fact I wouldn't have been surprised if she had a kitchen knife hidden from view. I can't say I blame her though; knowing the effect I seem to have on women it was lucky she didn't try and kill me there and then. Still, with only minimal hostility (despite uber 'chard levels of politeness) I got my keys back and walked home, eventually walking in the door at 2. After a quick few gallons of water I slept
-
At 10 I awoke to find that I could remember enough to write a blog post, and got up and dressed. A quick walk down the road provided me with 2 brand spanking new XV8 Crisis Battlesuits, which should start to cause a little pwnage I hope.
So, a brief recourse for lunch and a VERY long comment on Dan's blog later, I bade farewell to the rest of the family as they toodlepipped off to a weddin'. After a brief bout of boredom I decided to go for a walk, just to enjoy the day, and the 2 weeks of freedom ahead of me. I saw 2 people I knew, although one of them was printed on an advertisment for a photography studio, so she was less talkative. Seeing people you know is good, it makes community spirit seem almost existant
"Community is giving your neighbour your house key and trusting them not to steal anything."
A few things down the road brought a smile to my face, which is always a good thing on a saturday afternoon.
First thing: On the WHSmiths CD chart sales, More Of The Greatest Worship Songs 3 CD boxset was at number 10. The OST to Bridget Jones was 16.
Second Thing: The toy shop has taken on several new members of staff and 1 whale
Third thing : Devil May Cry 3 was on the shelf for 27.99. STEAL!
So that was that. After a massive internal struggle I went for Brothers in Arms, and not DMC3, and it's not bad. Similar to Call of Duty.
So that was today... Very Lou Reed. OH, nd the new Dr Who is on in about 3 minutes, so toodle pip. Laugh mode on standby, and expect a review. Lets hope the humour is as great as this
Later peeps!
March 21, 2005
Oh dear god no...
Instructions for this post:
Read the above link
Read it again, with a look of disbelief
Shake head in despair
Read rest of post.
Comment without any mention of New York in whatever form, It's coming damn it!
Ok, I'll let you get on with that.
-
All done? OK then, all together now 1...2...3... 'only in America'.
So what have I done since getting back from New York? Time for a summary (in no particular order. It's been nearly a month k?)
: Blogged once
: Went to the Islington conference, returning with 17 prospecti
: Went to Stompp pour la uber Anime-fest
: Schooled
: erm...bout it.
There ya go nonnesuch, i blogged.
Read the above link
Read it again, with a look of disbelief
Shake head in despair
Read rest of post.
Comment without any mention of New York in whatever form, It's coming damn it!
Ok, I'll let you get on with that.
-
All done? OK then, all together now 1...2...3... 'only in America'.
So what have I done since getting back from New York? Time for a summary (in no particular order. It's been nearly a month k?)
: Blogged once
: Went to the Islington conference, returning with 17 prospecti
: Went to Stompp pour la uber Anime-fest
: Schooled
: erm...bout it.
There ya go nonnesuch, i blogged.
March 08, 2005
You Nork!!!
Or even New York.
Yes, this is te long awaited post on that apple hit by a stray engorgement charm, the remake of Old York or, as it is mostly called, New York.
DISCLAIMER : This blog will feature up to 200 photographs. If you've read Dave's blog you might appreciate exactly how many that is. I cannot be held responsible for any offense caused by any of these photos, or the appearance of yours truly. I can't help that ok? *Sob*
DAY 1 : WEDNESDAY 3.30am
Man was it dark. The school is really quite spooky at that time in the morning. After registering with Herr Savill, I went to the coach and awaited the approach of Dave J and Louis. When they did finally arrive, we entered the coach and did await the departure, which eventually came at about 4am. I did steal half of Dave's Zen, and helped him listen to his musical delights, which unfortunatley let to Nightwish's Sleepwalker being forced out of my head in favour of Muse's Stockholm Syndrome. Another moment of wierdness was passing by the end of Sa's road on our way to Heathrow, something that was kinda wierd...
We eventually arrived at the airport with the row upon row of Edward Heath impressionists, and we proceeded inwards to do that whole checking in gig. We then were allowed to run amok around Heathrow, something that probably wasn't a wise move of the part of admin, but hey. After my last purchase with real money of a tuna sandwich from Pret á/é Manger and GamesTM from WHSmiths, we boarded the plane, and it hit me how nervous I suddenly was. I've never actually been out of Europe before, let alone by plane. Suddenly I was faced with a 6 and a half hour journey against the rotation of the Earth...across water...
Still, take off seemed to leave all my apprehensions on the ground with it,and I was able to relax for most of the way, with the aid of a few plastic cups of water, The Incredibles (for which my dad now hates me :P) and a few glances across the aisle to exchange meaningful looks with Louis, but not in an overtly homoerotic way.
We then touched down, after having had a few light sniggers at the immigration form's questions:
Are you a drug addict/abuser? (how many LPBS students lied there?)
Were you a member of the Nazi regime of 1939 to 1945? (Nein...ahem...)
Have you ever lived for some time as a hermit or wildman? (slipping into Bill Bailey here)
After having my photograph taken and fingerprints scanned (for some reason) we got our baggage, and had to wait for 20 minutes for Sami Yusef to establish to those American Idiots at customs that yes, he could speak English, and no he wasn't a terrorist. Sigh, such paranoia. We left the airport, and the first impression I got of America was that, as Dave correctly said, it smelled very strongly of Pizza. Which lightened my spirits completely for some reason. Anyway, we hopped onto the coach, avoiding the clouds of nicotine filled smoke emanating from several of our number (including Savill), and proceeded to drive off into the unknown. Me and dave sat side by side, linked umbilically via the medium of his Creative Zen earphones Along the way, the influx of oddities came thick and fast, and this reduced me to the state of Chinese Tourist as my shutter finger worked to keep up with each sign I saw. Apologies to the gimpin' crew, but I failed to get a photo of a sign that said "Yield". These signs included (pictures startin' here folks!):
A man showing his love for his dog, in license plate form.
A new scheme to find homes for abandoned roadways
A yellow school bus, devoid of children!
The bus driver with no name...
Agent Smith starring in his own ABC series.
The employee graveyard (this was huge...)
A sign showing the authorities inability to spell 'money'
A hasty attempt by the council to repair trees that have been cut down
A fallout shelter! What a find!
It was on this journey that the bus actually broke down, and we were treated to 10 minutes of no movement while it was hastily attempted to be fixed. It was indeed fixed eventually, and we set off to the Hotel. Upon reaching it, it was first noticed that, in a theatre just opposite our hotel a performance was on that many English Literature students gazed at with a look only given to severe coincidences. In case you don't get it, we're studying it. After some cofuffle, we traipsed off to our rooms for a while, to allow us time to get used to the dwellings within which we were to be encased for the trip. It was actually rather nice on the whole, complete with a mysterious cupboard, whose wood finish gave no hint to the magical contents contained therein. The enigma had Dave left enrapt in a state of utmost perplexion, while he pondered upon the possible use of this storage space. After actually opening this Pandora's Box, (or Dave's box, as it was then renamed) it was found to contain the room's television. So the mystery was solved without danger to life and limb, and there was another feather in the cap of 'chard Investigations Limited.The mirror also held some mysteries. Who was the pale, blonde haired figure bathed in light in it's reflection?
Anyway, back to sanity now, as my noodles are starting to cook. As you can see from our hotel's window view, New York really doesn't have much of a horizon, due to the tallity of several (well, most) of the buildings. Ah, and here is the l337 crew themselves, Wendy, myself and Dave, courtesy of the self timer on my camera.
After a little rest and relaxation, in which we all sang for absolution, we packed up our souls and bade farewell to the hotel room. We walked through the dark, demon infested streets, through Times Square and its many adverts. Along the way, as our journey took us further and further into the depths of Manhatten, I decided to have a look around the rooftops for Spiderman or anyone contemplating suicide. Nope, not here... Or here... It seemed that my search might turn out to be unfulfilled, and even foolhardy. This was emphasised when MCPicardMcC shot some proton torpedoes from his Enterprise at me as I looked at the third rooftop. Deftly dodged, we moved on.
Eventually we came to Radio City, a place that evidently had some affiliation to loud musical groups, which came with tall building as standard. It was at this point that some of our number backtracked to the said loud musical group performing of the moment, by the name of Interpol. Evidently a branch of the secret service getting closer to the youth of today. The rest went off and generally wandered about. A few others and I decided to go and look for food, considering that we'd been up for over 40 hours with little time to eat. So, we set off, on the way passing St. Patrick's Cathedral, dwarfed by the surrounding skyscrapers, and a sign that showed just how volatile the traffic police ('cops') in New York are. A quick right turn took us in view of the Rockefeller Centre propa'. Well, the bottom of it at least, but, by manipulating our neck muscles we were able to tilt our line of sight sufficiently to allow our brains to interpret the sight of this rather tall building (note, it doesnt actually lean. That's just my shoddy camera work...)
We walked towards this monstrosity of architecture, to the ice rink in its shadow. there we found a golden statue (not plated in tin) of Prometheus, who seemed to be having as much difficulty staying upright on the ice as Natalie. We moved on, desperately seeking solid sustenance to sate our hunger. We walked around searching for somewhere that could feed us, and I was rather worried to note that Radio City seemed to be expected another terrorist attack in April. At least they were forewarned i guess... Eventually we settled for the chav-tastic McDonalds, which amused me greatly by letting me know that there was emergency resuscitation equiptment in the restaurant (snigger) and also letting me know how to perform CPR and the Heimlich maneuveur. Now THAT'S customer service! After eating we returned to the centre of the Rockefeller, which was now standing upright
We stood at the sidelines of the icerink for a while, watching all the cold merriments, camera at the ready for anyone falling over. At the designated time, we wandered off to the meeting point, and were rather alarmed to see that, not only had Dave broken federal law, but that the meeting place was home to two police vehicles, and an unmarked van... who had a very unfriendly bloke standing outside it... carrying one of these. I would have actually taken a photo, but I like my life spank you berry much. We watched these people with some concern, before they got into their respective vehicles and left. Most perplexing.
We left then, were registered, and went back to the hotel, and drifted soundly off to sleep.
And day 1 was over! Hooray!
NOTE: This day was recovered from a Word document I saved the post on. I had almost completed the post, but blogger decided to be a biatch and delete it, so I started again. I'm posting it day by day, to stop you moany beggars moaning that I havent posted. Stay 'posted' (geddit) for day 2...
Yes, this is te long awaited post on that apple hit by a stray engorgement charm, the remake of Old York or, as it is mostly called, New York.
DISCLAIMER : This blog will feature up to 200 photographs. If you've read Dave's blog you might appreciate exactly how many that is. I cannot be held responsible for any offense caused by any of these photos, or the appearance of yours truly. I can't help that ok? *Sob*
DAY 1 : WEDNESDAY 3.30am
Man was it dark. The school is really quite spooky at that time in the morning. After registering with Herr Savill, I went to the coach and awaited the approach of Dave J and Louis. When they did finally arrive, we entered the coach and did await the departure, which eventually came at about 4am. I did steal half of Dave's Zen, and helped him listen to his musical delights, which unfortunatley let to Nightwish's Sleepwalker being forced out of my head in favour of Muse's Stockholm Syndrome. Another moment of wierdness was passing by the end of Sa's road on our way to Heathrow, something that was kinda wierd...
We eventually arrived at the airport with the row upon row of Edward Heath impressionists, and we proceeded inwards to do that whole checking in gig. We then were allowed to run amok around Heathrow, something that probably wasn't a wise move of the part of admin, but hey. After my last purchase with real money of a tuna sandwich from Pret á/é Manger and GamesTM from WHSmiths, we boarded the plane, and it hit me how nervous I suddenly was. I've never actually been out of Europe before, let alone by plane. Suddenly I was faced with a 6 and a half hour journey against the rotation of the Earth...across water...
Still, take off seemed to leave all my apprehensions on the ground with it,and I was able to relax for most of the way, with the aid of a few plastic cups of water, The Incredibles (for which my dad now hates me :P) and a few glances across the aisle to exchange meaningful looks with Louis, but not in an overtly homoerotic way.
We then touched down, after having had a few light sniggers at the immigration form's questions:
Are you a drug addict/abuser? (how many LPBS students lied there?)
Were you a member of the Nazi regime of 1939 to 1945? (Nein...ahem...)
Have you ever lived for some time as a hermit or wildman? (slipping into Bill Bailey here)
After having my photograph taken and fingerprints scanned (for some reason) we got our baggage, and had to wait for 20 minutes for Sami Yusef to establish to those American Idiots at customs that yes, he could speak English, and no he wasn't a terrorist. Sigh, such paranoia. We left the airport, and the first impression I got of America was that, as Dave correctly said, it smelled very strongly of Pizza. Which lightened my spirits completely for some reason. Anyway, we hopped onto the coach, avoiding the clouds of nicotine filled smoke emanating from several of our number (including Savill), and proceeded to drive off into the unknown. Me and dave sat side by side, linked umbilically via the medium of his Creative Zen earphones Along the way, the influx of oddities came thick and fast, and this reduced me to the state of Chinese Tourist as my shutter finger worked to keep up with each sign I saw. Apologies to the gimpin' crew, but I failed to get a photo of a sign that said "Yield". These signs included (pictures startin' here folks!):
A man showing his love for his dog, in license plate form.
A new scheme to find homes for abandoned roadways
A yellow school bus, devoid of children!
The bus driver with no name...
Agent Smith starring in his own ABC series.
The employee graveyard (this was huge...)
A sign showing the authorities inability to spell 'money'
A hasty attempt by the council to repair trees that have been cut down
A fallout shelter! What a find!
It was on this journey that the bus actually broke down, and we were treated to 10 minutes of no movement while it was hastily attempted to be fixed. It was indeed fixed eventually, and we set off to the Hotel. Upon reaching it, it was first noticed that, in a theatre just opposite our hotel a performance was on that many English Literature students gazed at with a look only given to severe coincidences. In case you don't get it, we're studying it. After some cofuffle, we traipsed off to our rooms for a while, to allow us time to get used to the dwellings within which we were to be encased for the trip. It was actually rather nice on the whole, complete with a mysterious cupboard, whose wood finish gave no hint to the magical contents contained therein. The enigma had Dave left enrapt in a state of utmost perplexion, while he pondered upon the possible use of this storage space. After actually opening this Pandora's Box, (or Dave's box, as it was then renamed) it was found to contain the room's television. So the mystery was solved without danger to life and limb, and there was another feather in the cap of 'chard Investigations Limited.The mirror also held some mysteries. Who was the pale, blonde haired figure bathed in light in it's reflection?
Anyway, back to sanity now, as my noodles are starting to cook. As you can see from our hotel's window view, New York really doesn't have much of a horizon, due to the tallity of several (well, most) of the buildings. Ah, and here is the l337 crew themselves, Wendy, myself and Dave, courtesy of the self timer on my camera.
After a little rest and relaxation, in which we all sang for absolution, we packed up our souls and bade farewell to the hotel room. We walked through the dark, demon infested streets, through Times Square and its many adverts. Along the way, as our journey took us further and further into the depths of Manhatten, I decided to have a look around the rooftops for Spiderman or anyone contemplating suicide. Nope, not here... Or here... It seemed that my search might turn out to be unfulfilled, and even foolhardy. This was emphasised when MCPicardMcC shot some proton torpedoes from his Enterprise at me as I looked at the third rooftop. Deftly dodged, we moved on.
Eventually we came to Radio City, a place that evidently had some affiliation to loud musical groups, which came with tall building as standard. It was at this point that some of our number backtracked to the said loud musical group performing of the moment, by the name of Interpol. Evidently a branch of the secret service getting closer to the youth of today. The rest went off and generally wandered about. A few others and I decided to go and look for food, considering that we'd been up for over 40 hours with little time to eat. So, we set off, on the way passing St. Patrick's Cathedral, dwarfed by the surrounding skyscrapers, and a sign that showed just how volatile the traffic police ('cops') in New York are. A quick right turn took us in view of the Rockefeller Centre propa'. Well, the bottom of it at least, but, by manipulating our neck muscles we were able to tilt our line of sight sufficiently to allow our brains to interpret the sight of this rather tall building (note, it doesnt actually lean. That's just my shoddy camera work...)
We walked towards this monstrosity of architecture, to the ice rink in its shadow. there we found a golden statue (not plated in tin) of Prometheus, who seemed to be having as much difficulty staying upright on the ice as Natalie. We moved on, desperately seeking solid sustenance to sate our hunger. We walked around searching for somewhere that could feed us, and I was rather worried to note that Radio City seemed to be expected another terrorist attack in April. At least they were forewarned i guess... Eventually we settled for the chav-tastic McDonalds, which amused me greatly by letting me know that there was emergency resuscitation equiptment in the restaurant (snigger) and also letting me know how to perform CPR and the Heimlich maneuveur. Now THAT'S customer service! After eating we returned to the centre of the Rockefeller, which was now standing upright
We stood at the sidelines of the icerink for a while, watching all the cold merriments, camera at the ready for anyone falling over. At the designated time, we wandered off to the meeting point, and were rather alarmed to see that, not only had Dave broken federal law, but that the meeting place was home to two police vehicles, and an unmarked van... who had a very unfriendly bloke standing outside it... carrying one of these. I would have actually taken a photo, but I like my life spank you berry much. We watched these people with some concern, before they got into their respective vehicles and left. Most perplexing.
We left then, were registered, and went back to the hotel, and drifted soundly off to sleep.
And day 1 was over! Hooray!
NOTE: This day was recovered from a Word document I saved the post on. I had almost completed the post, but blogger decided to be a biatch and delete it, so I started again. I'm posting it day by day, to stop you moany beggars moaning that I havent posted. Stay 'posted' (geddit) for day 2...
March 01, 2005
A truly wonderful day... and a farewell
And so the time has come again at last my dear bloggin friends, where i must again bid you a fond toodleoo. Those of you who have just come out from under your rocks and learned how to use a computater within a few days will obviously not know that I was going anywhere. (I assume that you aren't using Linux machines at least. How are those iMacs working?) In 3 hours and 5 minutes at time of writing, teh 'chard will be leaving the house bound for the mystical portal of the learning establishment, whereupon i will be transported to the Realm of the Clichéd Rom-Com ending scene, and airport. From there, the Big Apple is but 5 joy filled hours away!
INTERESTING FACT 1 : To write bloggin' on a phone in predictive text mode, you almost spell 'almighty'. Bloggin' truly is a gift from the heavens it seems.
Today was actually a REALLY good day. A free first lesson was spent in the Library in the company of Scott, Matt and Chris (and later Chloe) finishing off my drama coursework. This was of course all good fun, and was followed by another riveting Film Studies lesson, spent talking about the Aston Martin DB5 (calm down Oakner), and how it, like James Bond himself, ejaculates bullets, and shits smoke and oil while all the while being immensely large. Breaktime left little to boredom, with much fun being had arguing with nonnesuch about my generosity when it came to Hula Hoops (I DID GIVE YOU ONE!!!).
INTERESTING FACT 2 : Most bands you listen to are much older than you thought. I heard of Nightwish a year ago. When did they form? 1996...
Then Drama, a lesson that always is full of wondrous mirth and hilarity. Today we talked of our scripted performances. Eventually 3 plays were decided upon:
1. More Grimm Tales
Nick, Danielle, Doug and TEH UBER 'CHARDINATOR OF LORE!
A lovely piece of drama this. Little tales of the Grimm brothers, which are rather grim in themselves. Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltsken and some really FUCKED UP version of Hansel and Gretel, that end with Hansel throwing eyes at a tied up Gretel in the barn and their divorce. Spring Awakening all over again!
2. The Breakfast Club
Claire, Mahreen, Jack, Sean
Adapted from a film no less, so this one should be interesting. 6 people of different social classes all are put into detention with each other. Hating eah other ot begin with, they all walk out as friends and/or couples at the end (except the nerd of course, who just spends the time beating himself under the table apparantly)
3. Alice in Wonderland
Sydney, Natalie, Alex B, Alex M, Rich, Becky
What needs to be said? A tale about a child called Alice and her adventures in a foreign land, with muchos paedophilic subtext. Should be a good one we at S'C reckon.
Then Meeja studies, which had a lovely debate where the harsh, interragotive judges berated us over the uses of the internet. I actually managed to get one of them to fold and admit I had a good point, so NYAAH! Teh debat0rz rocks!
Then home, where I went on MSN, bought a magazine, played Metal Gear Solid 3, went to sleep, woke up, ate some Lasagne. However, i must backtrack to Lunchtime at school at this point, to give you a tale of wonder, excitement, and a year 7 reacting in the funniest way imaginable...
INTERESTING FACT 3 : No matter how italicised I make these, they will not be as interesting as they look
Prefect duty. The very words drive fear into the hearts of many. The insanity of the lower years, their persistance not to listen to authority... the kids bigger than you...
AHEM, sorry, flashback there. Our Atkins centre duty was presided by me and Dareus, with Doug, Troy and Sousday as backing singers. Doug was actually the only one really doing anything, teasing the yr7's into believeing they could come in, turning (faux) violent, having ot be held back by the me, and generally causing enforcements.
After a while, i went to check some of the other rooms, and to my dismay found 6 year 7's in one of the rooms, sitting on the desks, chatting, playing cards, smoking, sodomy. You know, what Year 7's do. And now, only a transcript will do to convey the true epic scale of the drama (like the montage in Team America. Gotta speed up time? Then use a montaaaaaaaage!!!)
Int. Day. Our intrepid, badass and generally l337 hero peers through the door of a room. He can vaguely make out 6 11 year olds, talking animatedly to each other. His heart rate quickens, his fists clench. He dares not enter without backup. With a final glance, he returns stealthily to his comrades.
Teh L337 'chard : Dareus, can you give me a hand with some Year 7's here?
Dareus : "Pfft, no, you do it"
Teh L337 'chard : "Damn it man! This is a matter of prefectural security! The Classroom Block is at stake here!"
Dareus : "You just don't get it do you? There's nothing we can do. I've had it to here with you Agent 'chard. You've crossed the line too many times for my liking. You're off this team. I can't let you be a danger to yourself and others!"
(as you can see, Im paraphrasing things like 24, CSI and other things like that)
Doug : "You can't do that! 'chard's the best that happened to this force!"
Dareus : "Then you help him out. I'm giving you 24 hours to get me results. Don't fail me again, renegade..."
Ominous music. Doug and Teh L337 'chard glance at each other, and head through the door. At this point, reality kicks in, and the playwrite tells it like it was from here on.
Doug : "Oh yeh, i see them..."
Doug wrenches open the door. At the sound, 4 of the Yr7's scatter. 'chard watches them past the window.
Doug : "Scared you did I?"
The two remaining yr7's stay still, watching doug with fear and trepidation. Doug claps his hands and advances
Doug : "Oh you are in trouble now!"
Yr7 1 : *Screams. Very loudly. VERY VERY suddenly*.
INTERESTING FACT 3 : He actually did scream. I was laughing for so long it started to physically become difficult to draw breath.
And that was my day. It finished with a good little audition for the derivitive story for My Fair Lady, Pygmalion. Would look good to have that on me CV.
INTERESTING FACT 4 : Holy heck I am KNACKERED. Got to be in school in 1 hour 50...
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And that is it until Sunday, when I shall of course be regaling you with a Heeeyuge post about NY, complete with a lorra lorra pictures and prospectively a video diary.
I aim to turn the whole thing into a West End musical by 2006.
INTERESTING FACT 5 : I did give Nonnesuch a hula hoop!!!
There are only 8 books left in the 'chard Challenge of Reading!
LOTR (all three)
Gormenghast
Titus Alone
Lirael
Abhorsen
I could add another 12 books to that, with the Left Behind series, all 12 of which took me 2 months last time. I'll see how it goes.
See you on Sunday people!
Playing: Metal Gear Solid 3
Reading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix/ Pygmalion
Listening to: 'Dark Chest of Wonders' - Nightwish
Watching: Office hilarity, courtesy of Wendy
Annoyed with: Packing.
Confused about: Have I forgotten anything?
Mood: Tired, but seriously psyched
Song currently stuck in head: That maypole song from 'The Wicker Man'
Favourite Song of the Minute: All of Linkin' Park's Meteora Album
INTERESTING FACT 1 : To write bloggin' on a phone in predictive text mode, you almost spell 'almighty'. Bloggin' truly is a gift from the heavens it seems.
Today was actually a REALLY good day. A free first lesson was spent in the Library in the company of Scott, Matt and Chris (and later Chloe) finishing off my drama coursework. This was of course all good fun, and was followed by another riveting Film Studies lesson, spent talking about the Aston Martin DB5 (calm down Oakner), and how it, like James Bond himself, ejaculates bullets, and shits smoke and oil while all the while being immensely large. Breaktime left little to boredom, with much fun being had arguing with nonnesuch about my generosity when it came to Hula Hoops (I DID GIVE YOU ONE!!!).
INTERESTING FACT 2 : Most bands you listen to are much older than you thought. I heard of Nightwish a year ago. When did they form? 1996...
Then Drama, a lesson that always is full of wondrous mirth and hilarity. Today we talked of our scripted performances. Eventually 3 plays were decided upon:
1. More Grimm Tales
Nick, Danielle, Doug and TEH UBER 'CHARDINATOR OF LORE!
A lovely piece of drama this. Little tales of the Grimm brothers, which are rather grim in themselves. Snow White, Little Red Riding Hood, Rumpelstiltsken and some really FUCKED UP version of Hansel and Gretel, that end with Hansel throwing eyes at a tied up Gretel in the barn and their divorce. Spring Awakening all over again!
2. The Breakfast Club
Claire, Mahreen, Jack, Sean
Adapted from a film no less, so this one should be interesting. 6 people of different social classes all are put into detention with each other. Hating eah other ot begin with, they all walk out as friends and/or couples at the end (except the nerd of course, who just spends the time beating himself under the table apparantly)
3. Alice in Wonderland
Sydney, Natalie, Alex B, Alex M, Rich, Becky
What needs to be said? A tale about a child called Alice and her adventures in a foreign land, with muchos paedophilic subtext. Should be a good one we at S'C reckon.
Then Meeja studies, which had a lovely debate where the harsh, interragotive judges berated us over the uses of the internet. I actually managed to get one of them to fold and admit I had a good point, so NYAAH! Teh debat0rz rocks!
Then home, where I went on MSN, bought a magazine, played Metal Gear Solid 3, went to sleep, woke up, ate some Lasagne. However, i must backtrack to Lunchtime at school at this point, to give you a tale of wonder, excitement, and a year 7 reacting in the funniest way imaginable...
INTERESTING FACT 3 : No matter how italicised I make these, they will not be as interesting as they look
Prefect duty. The very words drive fear into the hearts of many. The insanity of the lower years, their persistance not to listen to authority... the kids bigger than you...
AHEM, sorry, flashback there. Our Atkins centre duty was presided by me and Dareus, with Doug, Troy and Sousday as backing singers. Doug was actually the only one really doing anything, teasing the yr7's into believeing they could come in, turning (faux) violent, having ot be held back by the me, and generally causing enforcements.
After a while, i went to check some of the other rooms, and to my dismay found 6 year 7's in one of the rooms, sitting on the desks, chatting, playing cards, smoking, sodomy. You know, what Year 7's do. And now, only a transcript will do to convey the true epic scale of the drama (like the montage in Team America. Gotta speed up time? Then use a montaaaaaaaage!!!)
Int. Day. Our intrepid, badass and generally l337 hero peers through the door of a room. He can vaguely make out 6 11 year olds, talking animatedly to each other. His heart rate quickens, his fists clench. He dares not enter without backup. With a final glance, he returns stealthily to his comrades.
Teh L337 'chard : Dareus, can you give me a hand with some Year 7's here?
Dareus : "Pfft, no, you do it"
Teh L337 'chard : "Damn it man! This is a matter of prefectural security! The Classroom Block is at stake here!"
Dareus : "You just don't get it do you? There's nothing we can do. I've had it to here with you Agent 'chard. You've crossed the line too many times for my liking. You're off this team. I can't let you be a danger to yourself and others!"
(as you can see, Im paraphrasing things like 24, CSI and other things like that)
Doug : "You can't do that! 'chard's the best that happened to this force!"
Dareus : "Then you help him out. I'm giving you 24 hours to get me results. Don't fail me again, renegade..."
Ominous music. Doug and Teh L337 'chard glance at each other, and head through the door. At this point, reality kicks in, and the playwrite tells it like it was from here on.
Doug : "Oh yeh, i see them..."
Doug wrenches open the door. At the sound, 4 of the Yr7's scatter. 'chard watches them past the window.
Doug : "Scared you did I?"
The two remaining yr7's stay still, watching doug with fear and trepidation. Doug claps his hands and advances
Doug : "Oh you are in trouble now!"
Yr7 1 : *Screams. Very loudly. VERY VERY suddenly*.
INTERESTING FACT 3 : He actually did scream. I was laughing for so long it started to physically become difficult to draw breath.
And that was my day. It finished with a good little audition for the derivitive story for My Fair Lady, Pygmalion. Would look good to have that on me CV.
INTERESTING FACT 4 : Holy heck I am KNACKERED. Got to be in school in 1 hour 50...
-
And that is it until Sunday, when I shall of course be regaling you with a Heeeyuge post about NY, complete with a lorra lorra pictures and prospectively a video diary.
I aim to turn the whole thing into a West End musical by 2006.
INTERESTING FACT 5 : I did give Nonnesuch a hula hoop!!!
There are only 8 books left in the 'chard Challenge of Reading!
LOTR (all three)
Gormenghast
Titus Alone
Lirael
Abhorsen
I could add another 12 books to that, with the Left Behind series, all 12 of which took me 2 months last time. I'll see how it goes.
See you on Sunday people!
Playing: Metal Gear Solid 3
Reading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix/ Pygmalion
Listening to: 'Dark Chest of Wonders' - Nightwish
Watching: Office hilarity, courtesy of Wendy
Annoyed with: Packing.
Confused about: Have I forgotten anything?
Mood: Tired, but seriously psyched
Song currently stuck in head: That maypole song from 'The Wicker Man'
Favourite Song of the Minute: All of Linkin' Park's Meteora Album
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