It's 1:23am and I'm smashed again.
It's the last night of my Ireland excursion. The neolithic tombs were the highlight of my cultural explorations. I had hoped to take in the national trust property Mount Stewart but time didn't allow (read, I was too lazy). Once again if you're in the area do visit. It is the single most impressive National Trust property I have ever seen. In Norn Iron it is the one thing I would insist on a visitor seeing apart from the Antrim Coast (Carrickarede and the Giant's Causeway).
Today I was involved in such irish traditional past times as Crazy Golf (I came second, losing to my sister)and Ten Pin Bowlng at The Sheep Bridge Inn, Newry(I came last, I blame the facilities, they're not very good).
As you may guess, I have spent the last few hours in a drinking establishment. I spent it in the company of my father and his brother. Despite earlier comments to our younger readers I can't stress enough how vital it is to do this. Several points of view were aired and the world was put to rights by people speaking guff.
The point of this waffle is to realise that your elders are a resource to be tapped when they're smashed and to use them and not to take it to heart, when you describe how you could build a dirty bomb and detonate it in a major metropolitan area for maximum effect on the back of an envelope, when they tell you to shut up and call you a loon.
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Friday, August 05, 2005
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Touring the Homeland
So, Newgrange at Bru Na Boinne. If you want to get an idea of how far back Ireland's past goes into pre-history this is the best way to do it. The three Passage Tombs in the Boyne Valley, Newgrange, Knowth and Dowth, of which Newgrange is the most famous, carry this off spectacularly. If you can get the chance to go and see them whenever you're in Ireland take it. You'll be kicking yourself for tears if you miss it.
This was my third bisit to the region in the last 20 years and it was impressive to see how far both the restoration and the visitor information had come. Being declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO has done it no harm at all.
This time I went to seel Knowth for the first time. Bigger and more archaeologically siginficant than Newgrange it remains less well known despite it containing one third of Western Europe's megalithic artwork. This possibly due to the damage to the entrances to it's passages caused by early christian diggings that prevents the sun lighting up the central chambers at the equinoxes unlike Newgrange where the sun still lights up the tombs at the solstices.
I found the whole experience much more enlightening this time round. Possibly due to my age, possibly due to the excellent tour guides who had all the answers to your questions readily to hand. The only thing they didn't know was the significance of some of the art work. They had many theories and were quick to point out that some of the tourist's views were just as valid. The only thing they ruled out categorically to one set of American tourists was alien involvement.
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This was my third bisit to the region in the last 20 years and it was impressive to see how far both the restoration and the visitor information had come. Being declared a World Heritage Site by UNESCO has done it no harm at all.
This time I went to seel Knowth for the first time. Bigger and more archaeologically siginficant than Newgrange it remains less well known despite it containing one third of Western Europe's megalithic artwork. This possibly due to the damage to the entrances to it's passages caused by early christian diggings that prevents the sun lighting up the central chambers at the equinoxes unlike Newgrange where the sun still lights up the tombs at the solstices.
I found the whole experience much more enlightening this time round. Possibly due to my age, possibly due to the excellent tour guides who had all the answers to your questions readily to hand. The only thing they didn't know was the significance of some of the art work. They had many theories and were quick to point out that some of the tourist's views were just as valid. The only thing they ruled out categorically to one set of American tourists was alien involvement.
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Sunday, July 31, 2005
Let this be a lesson to our younger readers...
I've managed to get the civil service to give me a holiday. So I've taken a holiday with my folks. If you are a regular reader of my blogg you'll know that that means a time warp to the eighties to Norn Iron.
Now, we all know that Norn Iron is a hotbed of political discourse of differing political opinions where if one side says that the sky is blue the other will say that the blue thing is not the sky and is not even blue to begin with. (Please listen to Radio Four's Now Show. Really.
But that's beside the point. The object of this blogg (while I'm drunk, Huzzah) is to advise our younger readers not to get inebriated with their progenitors.
I went for a few pints (5) with my dad in the nearby pub and then came back for Sunday dinner (not Lunch) with my mum. Bad idea. Couple alcohol with Norn Iron polarised political values and you'll find that no-one can disagree sensibly and the evening will end with staggering sixty year olds and one thirty one year old determined to write up his holiday experience all unhappy with each other.
Tomorrow, Newgrange. Europe's oldest Neolithic tomb... Maybe I can leave them there..
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Now, we all know that Norn Iron is a hotbed of political discourse of differing political opinions where if one side says that the sky is blue the other will say that the blue thing is not the sky and is not even blue to begin with. (Please listen to Radio Four's Now Show. Really.
But that's beside the point. The object of this blogg (while I'm drunk, Huzzah) is to advise our younger readers not to get inebriated with their progenitors.
I went for a few pints (5) with my dad in the nearby pub and then came back for Sunday dinner (not Lunch) with my mum. Bad idea. Couple alcohol with Norn Iron polarised political values and you'll find that no-one can disagree sensibly and the evening will end with staggering sixty year olds and one thirty one year old determined to write up his holiday experience all unhappy with each other.
Tomorrow, Newgrange. Europe's oldest Neolithic tomb... Maybe I can leave them there..
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Monday, July 25, 2005
Stunned and unable to parry...
I've just ripped this off Dr. Sordid's blogg and was heartily surprised...
I don't think that horror is really my genre.
Don't get me wrong, I like a good, atmospheric game of Cthulu as much as the next San:0 insane, Deep One worshipping cultie but I don't thnk that it's my big game. I know that I've dressed up to play Cthullu in the past but those were special occasions. I've also dressed up for fancy dress parties, other live action events, Student National Roleplaying events and just plain whimsy.
On the other hand, what is my genre?
Victoriana?
Fantasy?
Space Opera?
Sci-fi?
Swashbuckle?
Other?
You lot've gamed with me, what's the answer?
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I don't think that horror is really my genre.
Don't get me wrong, I like a good, atmospheric game of Cthulu as much as the next San:0 insane, Deep One worshipping cultie but I don't thnk that it's my big game. I know that I've dressed up to play Cthullu in the past but those were special occasions. I've also dressed up for fancy dress parties, other live action events, Student National Roleplaying events and just plain whimsy.
On the other hand, what is my genre?
Victoriana?
Fantasy?
Space Opera?
Sci-fi?
Swashbuckle?
Other?
You lot've gamed with me, what's the answer?
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Sunday, July 10, 2005
Moving Stuff...
You know, I keep saying never again but I keep helping folks shift house. This time I spent my quality Sunday loagfing time helping Slacker move to Livingston. No heavy lifting this time, though, just the drive there and back. I'll probably have to do it a total of three times to get all of the stuff he wants shifted and today was the second run.
A pleasant drive through the Tay Valley along the motorway and then for the second time in two weeks a magical mystery tour through Livingston. Hopefully by next time he'll know the streets of his new town...
A very generous fellow, Slacker. Payment for this transportation service was his fridge-freezer and a card table. Unfortunately I couldn't bid him up to the airzooka.
Sigh.
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A pleasant drive through the Tay Valley along the motorway and then for the second time in two weeks a magical mystery tour through Livingston. Hopefully by next time he'll know the streets of his new town...
A very generous fellow, Slacker. Payment for this transportation service was his fridge-freezer and a card table. Unfortunately I couldn't bid him up to the airzooka.
Sigh.
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
Bar-B-Q Season
So, another week of dealing with the Great (dim witted) British Public s over and I relax by going to a barbie, my third of the year. This one was a quiet affair witha just a few friends 'round at Dirty Fairy and Cool Car Guy's place. Ate steaming chunks of dead animal. Waffled lots, went home.
And you're sober?
Yep. Driving. It's a bummer. On the upside, it did allow me to waltz off with Slacker's fridge-freezer with the minimum of hassle. Note to self. Muffin wants his washing machine so if someone's going to help me shift it down two flights of stairs then she'd better start to sweet talk Agent Grey.
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And you're sober?
Yep. Driving. It's a bummer. On the upside, it did allow me to waltz off with Slacker's fridge-freezer with the minimum of hassle. Note to self. Muffin wants his washing machine so if someone's going to help me shift it down two flights of stairs then she'd better start to sweet talk Agent Grey.
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Monday, July 04, 2005
Catching up and coughing up...
So, Ive trawled a bit, read a couple of bloggs and got back int the swing of things. Gawd, there's so much tat out here and it's all accessible to me! Huzzah!
Cars...
Expensive...
£357 for a service...
Didn't see that coming...
oops...
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Cars...
Expensive...
£357 for a service...
Didn't see that coming...
oops...
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Normal service has now been resumed
Finally got things organised. I have cable and a land line and as you can see, the interweb is at my beck and call again. More regular updates will be forthcoming...
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Friday, April 08, 2005
We're the best...
...or so they tell me.
It was the Nationals last weekend. Despite my ineptitude the team managed to get checked in to the Bradford Holiday Inn (not Leeds) and the team registered even though they never heard of Us.
Hats off to Bradford, a good time was had by almost all (sorry Austin). Our wargaming contingent was wiped out to the last man by a bad luck storm in the area of the Blood Bowl Arena and by Laid Back Guy's second day hangover. No points there. On the other hand, our Roleplayers (the only reason to turn up in my opinion) did their usual thing with two third places (Horse Girl and The Cryptic Commie), two second places (Dr. Sordid and Bugler) and two first palces (Mystery Girl and SixFoot Hobbit). Fourth place over all out of nineteen other teams. No CCG or Wargame points. Just goes to show how good we are.
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It was the Nationals last weekend. Despite my ineptitude the team managed to get checked in to the Bradford Holiday Inn (not Leeds) and the team registered even though they never heard of Us.
Hats off to Bradford, a good time was had by almost all (sorry Austin). Our wargaming contingent was wiped out to the last man by a bad luck storm in the area of the Blood Bowl Arena and by Laid Back Guy's second day hangover. No points there. On the other hand, our Roleplayers (the only reason to turn up in my opinion) did their usual thing with two third places (Horse Girl and The Cryptic Commie), two second places (Dr. Sordid and Bugler) and two first palces (Mystery Girl and SixFoot Hobbit). Fourth place over all out of nineteen other teams. No CCG or Wargame points. Just goes to show how good we are.
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Monday, March 21, 2005
New year, New life
And behold, in the early days of 2005 there would come a sign that we must quit this place of our ancestors and travel to new locations and dwell among strangers...
So, in January, we recieved a letter from the landlords that the lease was up and new Scottish Housing legislation would come into effect at RPC and that it would no longer be able to house all three of us as the place was only licensed for two people or one family. Bit strange in a three bedroom flat but who are we to argue with the powers that be?
There was a crazed month or so of flat hunting to follow. Laid Back Guy and myself decided that it was time to quit the place. Sure, it was cheap but the place needed serious redecoration and repair and the only thing holding us there was apathy and inertia. LBG found somewhere within a week using his insane luck powers but I was not so fortunate. Oh, I found this place all right, right price and so on but the landlords needed more ID than an old UDR/RUC joint foot patrol. Having sorted this (and those of you who know me will realise how difficult this was) all I had to do was wait for the bank to tell them that I was able to pay on time when required. And so I waited....and waited...and waited. And then someone else got the flat. Bum. Not to worry, there was a similar flat on the same street and when the bank finally came through I was allowed to get the keys. Huzzah.
Moving was unpleasant. It always is. Each time I say never again. At least this time it was my own stuff and I had built up some move house credit with several friends (many thanks to Agent Grey, Chaos, Ubergeek and Laid Back Guy). There was a minor dilemma when I realised I only had room for one of my five sofas but I managed to leave the rest behind with only a minor wrench. When it was all over I had a place of my own for the first time. Cor, what an adventure!
With the first sign would come a herlad bringing news of events and requests for aid in many travails accross the land and one would be found suitable...
The week I got the news about the lease I also bought a Courier on the Friday in my usual haope of finding a job that would (1) bring in more cash and (2) more importantly get me away from the Mecca and stop my brain's descent into mush. There was one that Friday that appealed with the Inland Revenue. I applied and went to the interview. What a rigmarole! More forms of ID than I knew existed. I had to send back to Norn Iron to get several of them. I never knew that there was a long form Birth Certificate.
Simple enough interview in three stages. A computerised aptitude test a standard interview and a role-playing exercise. Joy. Since the interview I've been on tenterhooks waiting for the results and I was 'phoned today about 20 minutes before I started this blogg. Success! In one month's time, no more Mecca. New flat, new job, new life maybe even? Let's wait and see.
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So, in January, we recieved a letter from the landlords that the lease was up and new Scottish Housing legislation would come into effect at RPC and that it would no longer be able to house all three of us as the place was only licensed for two people or one family. Bit strange in a three bedroom flat but who are we to argue with the powers that be?
There was a crazed month or so of flat hunting to follow. Laid Back Guy and myself decided that it was time to quit the place. Sure, it was cheap but the place needed serious redecoration and repair and the only thing holding us there was apathy and inertia. LBG found somewhere within a week using his insane luck powers but I was not so fortunate. Oh, I found this place all right, right price and so on but the landlords needed more ID than an old UDR/RUC joint foot patrol. Having sorted this (and those of you who know me will realise how difficult this was) all I had to do was wait for the bank to tell them that I was able to pay on time when required. And so I waited....and waited...and waited. And then someone else got the flat. Bum. Not to worry, there was a similar flat on the same street and when the bank finally came through I was allowed to get the keys. Huzzah.
Moving was unpleasant. It always is. Each time I say never again. At least this time it was my own stuff and I had built up some move house credit with several friends (many thanks to Agent Grey, Chaos, Ubergeek and Laid Back Guy). There was a minor dilemma when I realised I only had room for one of my five sofas but I managed to leave the rest behind with only a minor wrench. When it was all over I had a place of my own for the first time. Cor, what an adventure!
With the first sign would come a herlad bringing news of events and requests for aid in many travails accross the land and one would be found suitable...
The week I got the news about the lease I also bought a Courier on the Friday in my usual haope of finding a job that would (1) bring in more cash and (2) more importantly get me away from the Mecca and stop my brain's descent into mush. There was one that Friday that appealed with the Inland Revenue. I applied and went to the interview. What a rigmarole! More forms of ID than I knew existed. I had to send back to Norn Iron to get several of them. I never knew that there was a long form Birth Certificate.
Simple enough interview in three stages. A computerised aptitude test a standard interview and a role-playing exercise. Joy. Since the interview I've been on tenterhooks waiting for the results and I was 'phoned today about 20 minutes before I started this blogg. Success! In one month's time, no more Mecca. New flat, new job, new life maybe even? Let's wait and see.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
New look
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Given that there's just been a three month delay I dont think that's appropriate any more. I'll have to come up with a new one.
Suggestions?
Given that there's just been a three month delay I dont think that's appropriate any more. I'll have to come up with a new one.
Suggestions?
Monday, December 13, 2004
....aaaaand we're back!
From my posting you'll have noticed that either I got a new job or I missed.
I missed.
Yep, I still work for Rob the Elderly PLC and am still a waster. Nuts. I'm tempted to indulge is self pity and 'coz it's my blogg, I will!
angst
n : an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom [syn: Angst]
It's one, ante meridian, and I'm a bit sloshed. Shock, horror. Never posted that before.
I've just returned from Agent Grey and Chocolate Muffin's place where they were celebrating their handfasting after being together for almost a year. (It may actually be a year, I'm not very good on dates). Hooray for them and more power to their elbows! A happier couple there couldn't be and I wish them all the best for the future.
The usual suspects were there: Chaos Guy and friend of Chaos, Cool Car Guy and Dirty Fairy, Beren and Luthien, Creative Slacker, Really Big Guy and me.
You'll have noticed that I've put them together in their respective couples where appropriate and if you're observant you'll have noticed that the couples have outnumbered the singletons. That's right, four couples, three single guys.
One still in the throws of ex-ness (sorry), Really Big Guy and me.
I'm not sure what RBG's story is, I'm not as close to him as some of the others. Hell, I'm not all that sure what MY story is but then I'm just a crazy mixed up thirty year old (thirty one next year).
But back to the theme of angst. Checking the definition (above) I've realized that the word has grown to encompass more than it's meaning.
When I left the very good party, last as usual as there was booze I still hadn't drunk and I was suffering from either angst or wine in moderately excessive quantities (I could walk home in a straight line), I realized I was extremely irritated/angry. On analysis of this emotion I realized it was because I was still thirty and single.
Was this my friends fault? Most emphatically not.
The world's fault? Probably not.
My fault? Probably.
Well if it's your fault, why are you winging? I dunno, leave me alone.
This was the Smeagol/Gollum conversation highlights as I walked home. Having written it up I've decided that I need help, my preciousss...
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I missed.
Yep, I still work for Rob the Elderly PLC and am still a waster. Nuts. I'm tempted to indulge is self pity and 'coz it's my blogg, I will!
angst
n : an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom [syn: Angst]
It's one, ante meridian, and I'm a bit sloshed. Shock, horror. Never posted that before.
I've just returned from Agent Grey and Chocolate Muffin's place where they were celebrating their handfasting after being together for almost a year. (It may actually be a year, I'm not very good on dates). Hooray for them and more power to their elbows! A happier couple there couldn't be and I wish them all the best for the future.
The usual suspects were there: Chaos Guy and friend of Chaos, Cool Car Guy and Dirty Fairy, Beren and Luthien, Creative Slacker, Really Big Guy and me.
You'll have noticed that I've put them together in their respective couples where appropriate and if you're observant you'll have noticed that the couples have outnumbered the singletons. That's right, four couples, three single guys.
One still in the throws of ex-ness (sorry), Really Big Guy and me.
I'm not sure what RBG's story is, I'm not as close to him as some of the others. Hell, I'm not all that sure what MY story is but then I'm just a crazy mixed up thirty year old (thirty one next year).
But back to the theme of angst. Checking the definition (above) I've realized that the word has grown to encompass more than it's meaning.
When I left the very good party, last as usual as there was booze I still hadn't drunk and I was suffering from either angst or wine in moderately excessive quantities (I could walk home in a straight line), I realized I was extremely irritated/angry. On analysis of this emotion I realized it was because I was still thirty and single.
Was this my friends fault? Most emphatically not.
The world's fault? Probably not.
My fault? Probably.
Well if it's your fault, why are you winging? I dunno, leave me alone.
This was the Smeagol/Gollum conversation highlights as I walked home. Having written it up I've decided that I need help, my preciousss...
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Monday, September 13, 2004
Ye Gods but I'm crap...
Almost a month since my last post. Apathy, thy name is SixFoot Hobbit.
What have I done since last time? Bugger all, really. That's what apathy means. I've been drunk a couple of times, went to a birthday/anniversary combo. Insulted a friend, crawled and apologized later (sorry again, Cool Car Guy)and faffed about.
But now my apathy is at an end. I have goals and everything. I've decided to leave my job at the font of all tedium. Actually, I decided that about six and a half years ago but...*sigh*...apathy. However, one needs incentive (beyond poor pay, the general public and colleagues with either the I.Q. of a doughnut or the managerial talents of Stalin) and so I have decided that if I can't find a new job or at least an interview by the end of the month I'll shoot myself. Drastic, I know, but necessary. I know me. Abject terror is the only thing that'll get me moving (I hope).
In other non-apathy news, today, Sunday, was a triumph of hope over experience. The LSFIAF movie is gathering much momentum. Many of the principals were in attendance today for script, costume and prop discussions. It may be that the damn thing will get made! Huzzah! The only fly in the ointment? I have no directly applied talent for the project. It's stunning how many talented, organized people I know. Everyone who was there today had something cogent to say on the project or had moved ahead and applied skill to props or costumes. Many, many thanks to the Slacker (Director, Writer, Story Boards Producer), Chocolate Muffin (Costumes, Prodder-in-Chief, Accounts, Catering), Dirty Fairy(Costumes), Mystery Girl(costumes, Concept Art), Agent Grey(Props R'n'D and Implementation) and Rules Monkey (Heroic Lead, Choreography). I made tea and asked questions. Apparently my job is to decide if x is Star Wars where x is script, prop costume or whatever. Would that be continuity? I don't know. I do know that this afternoon I had the strange combination of feeling both useless and pride. Useless because I have been about as much use to the endeavor as a bicycle is to a fish and pride because all these cool people are my friends. Cheers guys!
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What have I done since last time? Bugger all, really. That's what apathy means. I've been drunk a couple of times, went to a birthday/anniversary combo. Insulted a friend, crawled and apologized later (sorry again, Cool Car Guy)and faffed about.
But now my apathy is at an end. I have goals and everything. I've decided to leave my job at the font of all tedium. Actually, I decided that about six and a half years ago but...*sigh*...apathy. However, one needs incentive (beyond poor pay, the general public and colleagues with either the I.Q. of a doughnut or the managerial talents of Stalin) and so I have decided that if I can't find a new job or at least an interview by the end of the month I'll shoot myself. Drastic, I know, but necessary. I know me. Abject terror is the only thing that'll get me moving (I hope).
In other non-apathy news, today, Sunday, was a triumph of hope over experience. The LSFIAF movie is gathering much momentum. Many of the principals were in attendance today for script, costume and prop discussions. It may be that the damn thing will get made! Huzzah! The only fly in the ointment? I have no directly applied talent for the project. It's stunning how many talented, organized people I know. Everyone who was there today had something cogent to say on the project or had moved ahead and applied skill to props or costumes. Many, many thanks to the Slacker (Director, Writer, Story Boards Producer), Chocolate Muffin (Costumes, Prodder-in-Chief, Accounts, Catering), Dirty Fairy(Costumes), Mystery Girl(costumes, Concept Art), Agent Grey(Props R'n'D and Implementation) and Rules Monkey (Heroic Lead, Choreography). I made tea and asked questions. Apparently my job is to decide if x is Star Wars where x is script, prop costume or whatever. Would that be continuity? I don't know. I do know that this afternoon I had the strange combination of feeling both useless and pride. Useless because I have been about as much use to the endeavor as a bicycle is to a fish and pride because all these cool people are my friends. Cheers guys!
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Sunday, August 15, 2004
It's 3:35am and I'm as nissed as a pewt...
I've had the most wonderful day today (after leaving work). I went to Glamis Castle for A Grand Scottish Prom the music and company was brilliant. The music included Von Suppe, Strauss, Puccini, Bizet, Mozart, Sibelius, Rimsky Korsakov and finished with Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture and fireworks. Great. The company included HorseGirl, Rules Monkey, Airman and Spouse of Airman. If it wasn't for them I wouldn't be there.
More later.
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More later.
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Friday, August 06, 2004
Retraction
I recently had a go at Slacker because the only thing he thought was worth posting about was the completion of a game.
I'm sorry.
I'VE FINISHED IT!
I can sleep again. I've just completed one of the most addictive point and clicks ever and it was all free! Please check out the very worthy Mystery of Time and Space but I warn you: It Eats Time!
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I'm sorry.
I'VE FINISHED IT!
I can sleep again. I've just completed one of the most addictive point and clicks ever and it was all free! Please check out the very worthy Mystery of Time and Space but I warn you: It Eats Time!
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
The names will...
...remain hidden to protect the guilty. You know who you are and as for the rest, WORK IT OUT!.
You had your chance to find out what was what. OK, the poll didn't work but there is a comment feature. If you still want to know, tough. You had your chance and you blew it. Now stop bugging me with complaints that you don't know who's who. I'm not saying.
Cheers to 'Muffin for using the comment feature and re-stating their need for annonymity. The SIS won't get anything from me!
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You had your chance to find out what was what. OK, the poll didn't work but there is a comment feature. If you still want to know, tough. You had your chance and you blew it. Now stop bugging me with complaints that you don't know who's who. I'm not saying.
Cheers to 'Muffin for using the comment feature and re-stating their need for annonymity. The SIS won't get anything from me!
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It's 12:55pm and I'm not sure if I'm Sober...
I went to Vague Boy's birthday bash last night. Got very drunk and had to crash there. Also in attendance were Vague Boy's LISO- Screamer, Dirty Fairy, Cool Car Guy and one of Vague Boy and Screamer's friends who I don't know well enough to give a name to. She was quiet and feeling a bit under the weather so that's understandable.
LISO life seems to aggree with Vague Boy. When we shared a flat together he was a bit, well, vague about the place and lax about tidying and stuff. His new place was a picture. The two of them have really done a number on the place in the decor stakes and so on and they seem to be really together. Cool. It's about time Vague Boy had a bit of luck in the relationship stakes. Most of his exes seem to have been ready for the white blazer with the optional wrap around sleeves. Originally I thought that Screamer was in this category too but, hey, what do I know?
Once I was drunk enough there were party games involving a playstation and a dance mat and later, twister. Oh dear, oh dear...
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Vague Boy and Screamer for putting me up last night. I'd like to think that if I hadn't had those two vodkas I'd have been capable of getting home after a bottle of Jamesons but as we can now see vodka joins those drinks that have exaggerated effects on my system, just like rum.
By the way, I don't do this often. I'm only a binge drinker in moderation. I think the blogg skews people's perceptions of me. I'm not a drunken layabout, just one that seems to like blogging after drunken events. Normally I'm quite a sober layabout.
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LISO life seems to aggree with Vague Boy. When we shared a flat together he was a bit, well, vague about the place and lax about tidying and stuff. His new place was a picture. The two of them have really done a number on the place in the decor stakes and so on and they seem to be really together. Cool. It's about time Vague Boy had a bit of luck in the relationship stakes. Most of his exes seem to have been ready for the white blazer with the optional wrap around sleeves. Originally I thought that Screamer was in this category too but, hey, what do I know?
Once I was drunk enough there were party games involving a playstation and a dance mat and later, twister. Oh dear, oh dear...
I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Vague Boy and Screamer for putting me up last night. I'd like to think that if I hadn't had those two vodkas I'd have been capable of getting home after a bottle of Jamesons but as we can now see vodka joins those drinks that have exaggerated effects on my system, just like rum.
By the way, I don't do this often. I'm only a binge drinker in moderation. I think the blogg skews people's perceptions of me. I'm not a drunken layabout, just one that seems to like blogging after drunken events. Normally I'm quite a sober layabout.
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
Do you need a guide?
People keep asking me, 'Who do all those aliases belong to?', and I keep answering,'Work it out!', but it's got tothe point where I can't be bothered avoiding the issue any longer, so...
If the poll is positive, I'll publish the guide in a week.
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If the poll is positive, I'll publish the guide in a week.
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
Apology
In my post of Monday, July 05, 2004: It's 3:15am and... I left out someone rather important...
Austin Msc.
Let's all give him a great big hand and celebrate his acheivement in maths!
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Austin Msc.
Let's all give him a great big hand and celebrate his acheivement in maths!
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All grown up
I attended a housewarming last night. My very good friend of over 10 years, Socialite, has bought for himself a house. He has a real job that pays real money and is living with his girlfriend and two great kids. Wow. More and more of my friends are growing up. sometimes I feel that I am needed to keep the standards down and continue to act my shoe size and not my age.
I hope that we didn't scare off his 'normal' friends last night. They did seem to be confused by all of us gamers. You could easily see that neither group understood the other by the automatic group segregation that they self imposed but I understand that everyone had a great time (at least I did).
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
I hope that we didn't scare off his 'normal' friends last night. They did seem to be confused by all of us gamers. You could easily see that neither group understood the other by the automatic group segregation that they self imposed but I understand that everyone had a great time (at least I did).
Tune in again soon, same Blogg time, same Blogg channel.
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