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Well blow me down. There's a wonderful set of bobbins! Mercy me, and all I did was nick it. Oops. I suppose it might be under copyright. I'd better link it then. Here we go: a full and proper reference.
Erm, my HTML is still a bit duff so any of you bright sparks out there wanting to tell me how to get the text aligned right next to the picture, feel free to do so. Thanks. No Smart Alec remarks please. It may not look astoundingly beautiful but I've sort of worked it out. Ain't I clever? |
Friday, November 14, 2003
Well, that was very strange. Just lifted a picture perfectly innocently to see if it would load up. And it did. This I must try again!
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Spencer 'one face' Moon
Anyone ever noticed that Spencer out of Eastenders always pulls the same face. That worried sappy looking thing that he does usually when concerned with his Nana. I think the wind must have changed when he was taking a particularly stubborn toid.
Cheapskate Frustrations
Having looked around at a few other blogs I've noticed that people don't pay for the pleasure of using blogger (like myself) yet seem to have made it possible to upload pictures direct to their blog. How do you do it? Call me a dumb git if you like but I can't work it out. I'm just sick of having to put in links like this that I'm sure no one clicks on anyway. Go on, tell me how to do it. Go on... go on.. go on go on go on.
End Games
Although still incomplete the TBT (tiresome bloody thesis) is closer than its ever been to completion. I'm just rediscovering what it feels like to try and work all day, and how much other stuff it's possible to do when you've got something you should be doing. My room's tudy, I'm drinking more tea than ever before, smoking far too much and I've been 'working' all day, yet still seem to have done nothing. Ho hum.
Get the Hell Out of Dodge
Despite troubles with the TBT I now have an end of limbo in sight. The plan is to flee the country before my birthday. Wish me luck!
Anyone ever noticed that Spencer out of Eastenders always pulls the same face. That worried sappy looking thing that he does usually when concerned with his Nana. I think the wind must have changed when he was taking a particularly stubborn toid.
Cheapskate Frustrations
Having looked around at a few other blogs I've noticed that people don't pay for the pleasure of using blogger (like myself) yet seem to have made it possible to upload pictures direct to their blog. How do you do it? Call me a dumb git if you like but I can't work it out. I'm just sick of having to put in links like this that I'm sure no one clicks on anyway. Go on, tell me how to do it. Go on... go on.. go on go on go on.
End Games
Although still incomplete the TBT (tiresome bloody thesis) is closer than its ever been to completion. I'm just rediscovering what it feels like to try and work all day, and how much other stuff it's possible to do when you've got something you should be doing. My room's tudy, I'm drinking more tea than ever before, smoking far too much and I've been 'working' all day, yet still seem to have done nothing. Ho hum.
Get the Hell Out of Dodge
Despite troubles with the TBT I now have an end of limbo in sight. The plan is to flee the country before my birthday. Wish me luck!
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Something has just been brought to my attention that I'd completely forgotten about. Anybody see Jonathan Ross chat show the other night. That Alex Parks was singing her new single on it (well, about 45 seconds of it). Some people appear to think it was a good rendition, but for those of you who did hear, check out what technology today can do for someone's voice. Of course, those of you raving about the about the girl may have a point but in my mind it's just more of this 'churn out a popstar, make a shitload of cash, and fill up prime time viewing with this trash'. Discuss at the forum if you can be bothered, but it's honestly worth a click just to see the quote I found from one of Alex's fans.
Friday, November 07, 2003
Bloody brilliant. The new computer has arrived. And I have to say not soon enough. It was meant to be delivered on Wednesday but imagine my dismay when it didn't show. Boo. But then today it did show up. So I've been wasting away infront of it pretty much all day. Sad bastard? Well that may be but I do enjoy it so leave me be. Office will be installed this evening and then the dreaded thesis can be kicked into touch. Oh the joy that will give me.
Competition
As you know, I entered Scaryduck's competition the other day. I chose the form of a short story to tickle Mrs Duck's ribs. So I've sent it off to him (I think, but the dodgy old computer was acting very strangely prior to its demise) and shall await the result. I was just wondering if anyone would like to peruse my efforts and if you do then let me know in the usual way and I'll post it on here or elsewhere.
Time Wasting
Proctor has pointed me in the direction of this most foolish game. I think it's been out for ages though so forgive me if I'm telling you nothing new. Its name is celebdaq. It works on the very simple premise of celebrities being viewed as the equivalent to companies on the stock market. However, their value is dictated by the column inches of news coverage they receive. So you can buy, trade and sell as you wish. Sound inane? It is. But I bet you have a look anyway. Personally I prefer real shares, even when you've got no money to invest you can still get a trial portfolio up and running.
Competition
As you know, I entered Scaryduck's competition the other day. I chose the form of a short story to tickle Mrs Duck's ribs. So I've sent it off to him (I think, but the dodgy old computer was acting very strangely prior to its demise) and shall await the result. I was just wondering if anyone would like to peruse my efforts and if you do then let me know in the usual way and I'll post it on here or elsewhere.
Time Wasting
Proctor has pointed me in the direction of this most foolish game. I think it's been out for ages though so forgive me if I'm telling you nothing new. Its name is celebdaq. It works on the very simple premise of celebrities being viewed as the equivalent to companies on the stock market. However, their value is dictated by the column inches of news coverage they receive. So you can buy, trade and sell as you wish. Sound inane? It is. But I bet you have a look anyway. Personally I prefer real shares, even when you've got no money to invest you can still get a trial portfolio up and running.
Sunday, November 02, 2003
1, 2, 3..... Awwwww. Poor Pogo! The guy took the trouble to let me know that he'd (or she'd, actually) come in at 'revolicktion viewer' number 106. Well at least Pogo let me know! Which ever muppet came in at 100 could now be enjoying an all expenses paid cruise around Australia but I'm afraid that the closing date has come and gone and so that prize has been forfeited.
I can sense the gasps all round, 'But I thought he said the prize would be shit?' Well personally I can't inmagine anything worse than cruising around Australia , but then that's me. Besides, cruises are usually full of old people (not that I'm ageist or anything, they just don't tend to like me very much)
After giving Pogo a much deserved round of applause for utilizing the commenting system, I did notice that the mysterious Pogo had failed to suggest short story topics. I guess I can't have everything. Perhaps a clue was in the name though and a subtle hint was to write a story about a pogo stick. Then again, maybe I'm just being overly optimistic.
But I have had a suggestion for the short story. Oh yes indeed. A Mr Ben Moon from Slovenia of all places took the extra care to call me big nose and suggest writing 1000 pages on being short because it would 'be ironic'. I'm beginning to think that this Moon character may bknow me and is using a psuedonym to hide his true identity. As if anyone would have the surname Moon anyway. Regardless, it's all a bit creepy. But my request for you lovely reading populous this time is to barage the Slovenian postal service with abuse. I sent Ben some lovely postcards ages ago and he never received them, not that I know this Ben Moon or anything, honest.
The poll about Kill Bill has been a disastrous failure. Largely due to the fact that no one has posted an opion about the film one way or the other. I am therefore resigned to believing my initial reaction; that it was a bag of shite. Go on, prove me wrong.
As a final note, I'll not be posting anything for a little while....
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(just waiting for the whoops of glee to subside)
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as I'm getting a new computer tomorrow. It may take me some time to set up and piss around on before I can be arsed to write here again so come back in a week. Make the most of your time and do some work instead of reading this diatribe. Who knows, you might even get employee of the month!
I can sense the gasps all round, 'But I thought he said the prize would be shit?' Well personally I can't inmagine anything worse than cruising around Australia , but then that's me. Besides, cruises are usually full of old people (not that I'm ageist or anything, they just don't tend to like me very much)
After giving Pogo a much deserved round of applause for utilizing the commenting system, I did notice that the mysterious Pogo had failed to suggest short story topics. I guess I can't have everything. Perhaps a clue was in the name though and a subtle hint was to write a story about a pogo stick. Then again, maybe I'm just being overly optimistic.
But I have had a suggestion for the short story. Oh yes indeed. A Mr Ben Moon from Slovenia of all places took the extra care to call me big nose and suggest writing 1000 pages on being short because it would 'be ironic'. I'm beginning to think that this Moon character may bknow me and is using a psuedonym to hide his true identity. As if anyone would have the surname Moon anyway. Regardless, it's all a bit creepy. But my request for you lovely reading populous this time is to barage the Slovenian postal service with abuse. I sent Ben some lovely postcards ages ago and he never received them, not that I know this Ben Moon or anything, honest.
The poll about Kill Bill has been a disastrous failure. Largely due to the fact that no one has posted an opion about the film one way or the other. I am therefore resigned to believing my initial reaction; that it was a bag of shite. Go on, prove me wrong.
As a final note, I'll not be posting anything for a little while....
...
...
...
(just waiting for the whoops of glee to subside)
...
...
...
as I'm getting a new computer tomorrow. It may take me some time to set up and piss around on before I can be arsed to write here again so come back in a week. Make the most of your time and do some work instead of reading this diatribe. Who knows, you might even get employee of the month!
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