Hell in a Handbag

Spent money. Oh its true. I went and bought some paint, its white and its blue and it comes in cans and little pots marked 'don't eat this you cretin'. Yes, folks thats right. Not only have I bought some paints, I went and got them from Games Workshop. Oh the guy who went in before me was genius. In fact, I knew where he was going halfway down the street. He needed a meal. And some hearty sunlight. And zit cream. Hey, I fully sympathise. Anyway, friendly staff who didn't suspect I was just in it for the paint fumes. I have purchased model, all the way from friendly Taiwan.
Well they had better be friendly. If not its knives all round. I aim to make a good job of this as my first anime type model. If it all goes wrong, blood shall be spilled in ritual hatred and gnashing of pants. There will be pant gnashing. I'd like to give some sort of crazy 'photo diary' of the proceedings as and when ('when' based on reliability of post from Taiwan), but given my track record with putting up photos, could be a on a hiding to nothing. Still, intensions are voiced, axes are ground.
Word off.

Quick Quick Go Here

It takes a little flash advert of what drugs do to Frank to make me laugh...I like LSD.

Whistling In The Klondike

Hm.

See? I told you I'd be back.

First off: matters of state, my state, my bathroom. Those dangly things that hang off most bathroom light pullcords? Attention people. Please only buy very lightweight ones. Ornate? Wooden? Curved wrought iron with studden polished stone inlay? Give it a miss. For a bathroom is a place of wofting towels and flung sweaters, and nothing, or very little, irks like a madly swinging pullswitch which bashes off the tiles, twats you in the eye, gets caught switches off and swings around in darkness as you grope blindly for a crazily ossillating plumb line. Please people, for the sake of sanity, install - I don't know- though switches or something.

Also, in good news I just finished (finally, I had to put in two concerted days of reading) The Algebraist by Iain M Banks, and jolly good it was too. His usually wash of a small happpening in a big place, something grand from a small point of view. Awesome as always, black humour placed as ever and confusing till the end. A quality read.

Finally, a word from work, I signed by contract today and became official slave to the wage of a certain stationary company as of 1st Jan 06, a cash friendly way to start the new year.

Word up.

I Loathe Technology MORE than normal

I am. Its true. I think that one of the main reasons behind the lack of regular updates on here is the whole pictures aspect of things. See, last week, I thought, I know. What would be cool is some sort of photo thing. Thats always good. Did it work? Did it fuck. I just gave up. I nearly did the same tonight. Is it too much to ask to show a picture a simple fucking JPEG from some twatting site? Is that too much to ask? Apparently, YES. So this whole thing can go and fuck itself with a very sharp stick.
So with the pain half exercised through words, I turn to some rather joyous news. The Unicorns, with their crazy music, have split. Sob! However, this happened in March-ish with me being all up to date about the world. And they have a new album under a new band name, Islands, out in January. All the rollercoaster ride of band fandom in about five minutes. I enjoyed that.
Also, I keep trying to make a website template. But again, as it isn't instant gratification, akin to that promised by most phone-tarts, I keep turning away from it screaming death and pestilence to it and its like. My scanner doesn't help muhc either. One picture every half hour, try and do more, it dies and I have to restart everything.
Curses.
What the hell is everyone listening to either at this very moment, or the last thing they heard. I want to know.

The Horse of Happenstance

Before going any futher, I need to mention the stange phenomena which occurs about ten feet behind me in the office (yes, I get to call it the office. No, its not the massing of thousands of haters wanting to stab me in the back). Its the fact that one man has forever left me with the ipression that the entire tech type computer nerdy team is made entirely of scousers. Its not, there is only one man who is from liverpool. But if he was any more of a man from Liverpool, he would succumbing to various well published and circulated stereotypes with which you are all familiar. He's just so loud, he seems to be the entire team ANyway, I digress. Well, I do that a lot.
The picture, if it has worked (if not, its a picture of a beetroot) is to pay homage to my failed food attempt last night. Having successfully boiled, skinned and prepped said veg of red, I followed a recipe for beet n pasta. It tasted bland. In fact, it went out the far side of bland and hit a new wall, that I like to call Bororand. Mightily tasteless. Pickled, this beast is fine, otherwise I recommend it not. Also, its inherent properties of colour are not really desirable. Much.
Ooh, the door went whump. This can only mean that my erstwhile co-habitor and long suffering girlfriend is back from her weekly sign language class. I shall greet her, possibly with tea, and go and hide the leftover rice from dinner which I want for my lunch tommorow. Yes, I know you read this S, but hey, its too late now. I regret NOTHING!
Rice is Nice.

I'm frying, look ma I'm Frying!

Yes. Oh yes. They gave me a job at Banner. I think its beent wo weeks, but the worrying thing about the job is it seems to sort of flow by which means no worrying or pressure or anything, sdo quite frankly its fine. Fine fine fine. Furthermore, hitherto and whatsoever, thats all I have to say about it. Its one of those kind of jobs which just sort of is, so i think I can cope with that for a while or so.
On other subjects, my birthday has passed, thank god, and I got japenese foodstuffs which I got taken out for, which was superb. Its sort of different to Chinese food. Significantly so. It doesn't arrive in the same way, and has different tastes. They aren't so hot on the msg, and sugar tends to be kept low in the shadows. I had a funny deep fried salmon curry, and pork dumpling things, and a sweet rice cake filled with bean curd for pudding. That was cool. Its like a little parcel made of stretchy chewy paste made from rice. I like. I like the versatility of rice, its a good thing.
What else? I bought the Dead 60's album, which is plesant but not bum droppingly brilliant. I have found great joy in Joe Strummer and his mescalaeroes, posthumous though it may be, and have been consuming much of him. I am also in the midst of Haibane Renmai, and Neon Genesis Evangelion which are combined fun from birthday spoils. The first brough to you by the man who made Serial Experiments Lain, which can only be plus. The second everyone should know, and if you don't its something that should be discovered independantly, because it makes it all the more awesome.
I need more t shirts. I think I only have four which I wear with any regularity.
Fwang.

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.