Seeping in through the windows.

The moon is really bright tonight. Its really weird. I wandered into the kitchen in the dark. I always do this when I'm on my own, one light on in the room I'm mostly in and then everything else switched off. I did nearly kill myself on the shoes I left right at the bottom of the stairs but thats my own fault. I make no excuses. But I digress. A shadow. Of the windowsill plant from the MOON. That, I think, deserves a 1UP.
I really should write on this thing more. I never know if people check it. I bet no one can be arsed anymore, what with me never leaving anything to read. Its quite the viscous circle. Not runny, but thickening.
Well, generally, I got a job. Yes, yes I did. Its okay. It will give me money for my toil.
I need sandwiches for tommorrow. Which I have to make. Tch.

Bleurg

I would like to issue this written statement of apology for my sheer lack of new material to place in this box to put up on the interweb. The truth of the mater is, I am lazy. Although I may not look it, this infomation may shock and appaul you, I am in fact an incredibly lazy, badly motivated, sluggish layabout bastard whose only skill lies i his ability to do sod all with finesse. Today, for instance, I relaxed. I have not job, and on the list of stuff to do was to sign up with two agencies, call the council- to shift half an exercise bike, one monitor (too big) and one telly (keeps going pink, drove me up the wall once to often in the middle of doom when it all went less atmospheric) - and fillout about eight job applications. I managed two half finished apps and nothign else. NOTHING. Nada. In total I spent about thrity minutes at the keyboard. So just what the hell DID I do? I don't know. I really don't. I never at any point during the day felt like I hadn't got something to do, but I have achieved almost a sum total of nothing.
I wish I could market my skill, for I would be in the cash.
I still haven't done anything. Hopefully tomorrow will be more productive.

Bugger, quite frankly.

Sigh. Yes, after a quality stuff packed weekend visiting friends in the incredibly sunny and awesome place of Devon, I took my crappy digital camera to the computer, hooking it up hoping for some pictures capturing for prosperity images of my time spent over the bank holiday. Alas, twas not to be.
For the festering pustulate of a camera has somehow erased all the images from itself. Look at it, sitting there, smug little bastard. I'm not too aggreviated, but feel a little niged. not the best sensation in the world but I suppose I shall have to learn to cope with it.
In other, and related news, congratulations (in a slightly more permanent official kind of way) to Chris and Kate. Although I have already obviously offered my congrats, here is a picture of the bunny in celebration. It says that the bunny has attained the cabbage of true love. Now isn't that sweet?
(sounds of Dan being sick in the background)

Words from past adventures

This is for the benefit of only one person, who may be frequenting this blog. You know who you are. The fact is, that when I went to Kent with my erstwhile girlfriend of much note, her village of Sutton Valence had this natty graveyard sporting this particular gravestone. Here lies the first man to introduce round arm bowling into cricket. John Mills apparently. So there.

Its quite a good fact to have hanging around, so enjoy it. You have been told.

Is it me or...

OKay, first off, for your vague reference... the above (that should have appeared below). It plays all sorts of stuff. I know they exist, but this really threw me off the beaten track. Its basically an emulator jobbie, but a handheld. So it plays all sorts of games n stuff thatcha love, from days of yore. Connects to the computer, all sorts of stuff. Go http://www.gbax.com/new/gp32.html
if you fancy a look. BUT THE emulation doesn't stop there, oh no. FOr what else but amongst browsing the DS related things for news etc (i want one!) I found a site which offers all sorts of crazy things including: ( hang on, I just remembered, I have absolutely no idea how to make the pictures appear where I want them).
Look to the top there, that sonic picture? Thats running on a ds. A Nintendo Ds. Seems wrong. But, to be fair, who has won the console war? N. Sega soldier on, making rather cool games though.
What else? Oh yes. 1 \/\/4\+3d +0 s4 +-4+ i like typing in this crap. No I don't. Go away.Hey, it can be fun. Hmm, back to the erm, night, actually. I think I need to sleep soon.

And another thing...

Oh. Its all small. I pressed the big photo button. Why isn't it big? I can't read that tiny writing. Oh well. Make up your own captions. Send em in. On a postcard. Laced with strychnine. Begorrah.

Koopa Troopa

Right, well. By gorrah its been a while. This is due to the fact that I hate my job so much. Yes, I blame the lack of my words on the sucky crappy hatey job. Which I will quit at the end of september, job to move onto or not. Whatever, I will temp. I will temp my socks off and do rubbish part time whatever, because I cannot stand it there any longer. So fuck them. I hope I leave them short staffed and shafted.
Okay, rant down, Leeson. Calm all is. I write this, mid application forms and stuff, and I really am bad with the application forms. Anyway. This little thing up top I found on the floor. OI don't know where from, or whose it is. Only we two live here, so I can't imagine its a third person's dooberry. But I'll tell you what. It looks like one of those wee gas masks that Koopa Troopas wear. I keep hoping to find one, trolling along beside the skirting or somesuch. That would be really good. Imagine how good it would be. And sorry about the blank image uptop. I tried to get rid of it, but It frustrates me. It tests me. And I don't want to break anything. Anyway, I will continue onwards with life. I hate stuff. But hopefully it will get better.

Soon for the holiday

Ack, stinkin' pictures won't upload. ANyway, you can't be missing out on that much can you? The last one was a packet of dried peas. Anyhoo. Ahm a goin to Kent for a few days. Oh yes. My head hurts.
I can't write any more. I really can't. My arms hurt too.
Don't pity me. Apart from the face. Also, I need a new biscuit for standard dunki' time. The chocolate digestive is wearing thin for me. Answers on a postcard please.

Mmm, dried horseradish flavoured peas. You know it makes sense. Sorry for poor alignment, but I just had to give everybody the lowdown on these choice snacks for a new generation. They have much in common with the crazy green lentils in bombay mix, but these make your nostrils tingle. Main flavour sensation is definately horseradish, but slightly sweetened. You need to buy them. You need these in your life.
Word up to China World in Norwich, you purvey such delicacies.

I've Been Done by the Amazon

And In A Good Way.
It arrived most quickley and pleasantly, and here it is, my varied and happy collection of stuff from the a to the dot to the com.

The Jam, of Jaaaaaam fame, which I have had a hankering for for ages (which was the 'need to push total cost over free delivery threshold' purchase), Misty's Big Adventure of quirkey 'my mate knows someone in a band' fame, and the Unicorns, prompted by the recommends in Amazon. Once again, I get the overwhelming feeling that Amazon has done its job well, and I have many things which I didn't have to pay over the odds for at the nefarious Virgin. And once again, consumerism leaves me feeling euphoric for a small slice of time, and is sure to leave me soon with an empty feeling, depending on how good the Unicorns are.

Also, the Amazon cardboard thing fitted through the door. This is very good news. I hand't tested the size yet, and it has stood the ultimate Shut In's test. Mail Order Ahoy!

Working My Way Through

Quickley. Come hither. I'm sifting through the recent Drowned in SOund album reviews. Its good. A recap on what has appeared over the last couple of months that they saw as deserving review space. I found a review of an album I have ordered from Amazon which got recommended to me. The Unicorns. They're canadian, which seems to be a recipe for genius, but I skipped the review. I shall try and, for once, make my own mind up. Anyway, the main reason for my wibble is the Kaiser Chiefs. I realised yesterday that however much they have played the radio, and however often Sarah played the record, I only ever seemed to hear the damn singles. Which has soured me slightly, so I decided to listen to the whole thing, give it a whirl. It sounds like someone I know. Already. Damn! Some band from the nineties.Holy crap got it!!!!There is a single refrain in Na Na Na NA Naa in which the singer sounds exactly like a three second segment from turning blue by ocean colour scene on their debut album. So in fact they sound nothing like. Its just that bit. But anyway.

I'm up to track five now. I'm still not blown away.

Just Eats Up Space

I bet this fills the screen like a good 'un. Can you read the text? Ah who cares? I like the ability to wack this sort of thing up every so often. And it did look horrible at every stage of drawing until it actually ends up on here and I don't fink it look too bad.
In other news... Erm. Imade some Thai Crispy noodles wi' chicken. Except without the Thai crispy noodles. But I did make the sauce like therecipe showed me and I even got a chance to use the sesame seed oil which Tom and Faye (Tom, was it you oil? I don't want to attribute a particular condiment to you as a group purchase when clearly one or the other of your collective was responsible for the buying) let me steal from their cuboards. And, it were right good. Really good. I almost impressed myself. Almost.
Coffee? Yes please. Mudpie at the moment from the quality as always tea Junction. Up The Junction, Norwich Mall's premier purveyor of caffinated and non caffinated products. Its brown and full of goodness.
Music? Seafood please, and heavily.

Check out the, erm...Barometer on that.

Oh yeah. You said, amongst yourselves, no it can't be done. I'm to incompetent for that. But then, out of the blue, Blogger start allowing the uploading of pictures to the blog. YEs! Much scan fun ahoy!
Spreading the word of the world of atmosphere pressure measuring guages (yes, I spelt it correctly, but only in the world of Appleseed. Otherwise...sod off) can be fun, but now... I have to go to work. Uuuurg. You can tell its monday, its sunny. Groan.
But seriously, this girl is terrified. Something wrong with her face or something. She doesn't really like barometers, you know. She's more of a drowsimeter girl. Possibly.

The Countdown Is Finally Over

Another long established cozy pair of slippers leaves this mortal plain for another leg on the great journey of existence. You will already know, Richard Whitely has left the building for the last time. I won't decend into the gush, for he was a man who made bad jokes and bantered with Vordermann. He had bad ties and was just some happy guy who carried on as he did.
Word up Richard. One from the top row.

In other news, I got this off the site of the ever awesome Warren Ellis. I like it. There are others which may be better, but this sums something up for me.

It also puts something other than text in the way.

Also, good to see many friends on the weekend, it makes me plus good also extra. Barometers are the new thing. Well, not new, but they are apparently good enough to deserve their own world. In Devon.

All The Meats

Well, okay maybe not all. In fact, some of the meats were downright imposters. But the jambalaya that was prepared tonight was to very high standards, and soared away with a well deserved plae in the top five things that Sarah can cook really well, a chart which is undergoing constant restructuring. A quality meat based meal, which shall be coming back into the mix, hopefully, asap.
Dinners aside, the weekend seems to have rushed by somewhat faster than I would have liked. I haven't drawn anything, which I hope to do between now and bedtime. I did buy some plants and have made the move into buying a new computer to replace my downright grumpy sack of festering evil that I currently run my life from.
OOh, the door openeth. Sarah is back from here external pub going activities. I shall away and push her in the forehead with my pinky finger.
Fwiiiing.

Cheques Out And Maybe Inwards?

Why do my titles always end up sounding like a Times crossword clue? Its not like something I can ever attempt to get. Backwards? We hear...
See? I don't get it. Anyways, right. I aim to be more on the regular with this feature now considering my pronounced distance from many places and having got all the furniture in suitable places in Norwich. The living room actually looks tidy.
New objectives ahoy. I am drawing something. On a piece of paper. I hope that other things will join it. All I need to do now is to continue in the same vein for a while, or ratehr, long enough not to looose interest in what I'm doing. To stick with something. Anyway.
Dissapointment of the week was a chinese takeaway. The slightly bluer one of the two which inhabit the Unthank road strip. Its been cleaned up, maybe changed hands. Now I'm always inf avour of the cleaning of a place which purveys food, but the standards have plummeted. The standards, which I calculate, by use of my yard stick for Chinese food: The cantonses style sweet n sour chicken. This product should be in more monosodium glutomate than is necessary, radioactive orange, but with a chewy crunchy coating and various vegetables in the sauce. Pineapple, tomatoe pieces, onion and pepper are all accepted. Unfortunately, they are now dishing out a soggy half brother of the hated chicken balls-the bastard uncle to cantonese style. Complicated isn't it?
So anyway, I need to move to takeaway pastures new.

Smattering of Fun

A quick burst of blog I feel is in order, before I become completely obliterated from the world. Currently amid the process of moving my meagre and dusty possesions from on house to another, from Lincoln to Norwich. This has put a bit of a damper on my at best atrocious communication tendancies, especially since the phone gave up the big one. NTL seem to have taken an early revenge and disconnected us a week early. Possibly for their own amusement.
It does cause pain, as you can probably appreciate that the phone is most needed on the last days of being in a house.
*hurls abuse at the unfairness of it all*
Will be difficult, I assume getting things settled in Norwich. May well be with out net for a week. Don't know if I can cope. Could be painful.

I now feel bleuurg. With a capital starvation. I started playing Metal Gear Solid 2 about, ooh, five hours ago. I thought I owuld be there till nine oclock o the evening. Its now half twelve and I had a break fr a shower. Its all happened so fast. Needless to say, the game is indeed excellent, and I feel overindulged by its makers. Hats off to you fellows in Japan. However, I am hungry, and there is a lack of biscuits. Its all hold on the food front until monday now.
Still, I feel that today has been a particularly good. day. Quiet at work, allowing play time for hangman. Quite some competition aflame in some people. Discussed strapless bras with a collegue. My transfer is inthe bag. I may get a pay rise, thank you deeply to those responsible at work who are giving me the opportunity. And to pop a cap in the ass of the situation, due to the offchance probings with a pin, I now have my old 'superfluous' piercing on my left lobe back, and at no cost to the taxpayer! No pain, none involved, so please feel no alarm. Just pleasant suprise and the possibility of more metal ahoy. Solid Metal...

I now feel bleuurg. With a capital starvation. I started playing Metal Gear Solid 2 about, ooh, five hours ago. I thought I owuld be there till nine oclock o the evening. Its now half twelve and I had a break fr a shower. Its all happened so fast. Needless to say, the game is indeed excellent, and I feel overindulged by its makers. Hats off to you fellows in Japan. However, I am hungry, and there is a lack of biscuits. Its all hold on the food front until monday now.
Still, I feel that today has been a particularly good. day. Quiet at work, allowing play time for hangman. Quite some competition aflame in some people. Discussed strapless bras with a collegue. My transfer is inthe bag. I may get a pay rise, thank you deeply to those responsible at work who are giving me the opportunity. And to pop a cap in the ass of the situation, due to the offchance probings with a pin, I now have my old 'superfluous' piercing on my left lobe back, and at no cost to the taxpayer! No pain, none involved, so please feel no alarm. Just pleasant suprise and the possibility of more metal ahoy. Solid Metal...

Hugh.
Better put in a word, its been days. However, its soon gonna be a case of lots of gaps, for soon I move. A month and a little more, and this sack of bones shall move from The Lincoln back to The Norwich. Huzzahs!

I bet that doesn't work, but anyways, image or no, I would like to track down the new and improved MCvitties Orange chocolate digestive. It could surpass my current fave, the milk choc digestive. But only if outstanding.
Thats enough of that.
Fwang!