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[Sep. 23rd, 2009|04:14 pm] |
I'm afraid I dont have much time for pleasantries, but in descending order of priorities:- Kaz's god father has passed away
- Kaz's birthday is rapidly aproaching and I have bought her the sum total of 0 presents
- The car is 50/50 whether it will be written off or not
- Hotel is booked for night of the wedding
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[Sep. 17th, 2009|02:47 pm] |
I used to be lunatic, from the gracious days.
Its been a while since I posted, and a lot has happened, but none of it particually interesting (apart from an amazing weekend trip to bletchley which I will deal with in another post another time another place.My Paid LJ has expired, and I have decided not to renew it. I'm not moving on from LJ - but I don't see the benefit from the paid account any more. To be honest, I feel that it has gone downhill since Six Apart took over.
Whats with the Annie Lennox Lyrics? Some of you say, obviously, madness has descended, but lets use some (psudo) scientific method to diagnose myself. Lets do some dream diagnosis:
There are monsters outside
Dream one: Its September the 11th, and its also Chistmas Eve, about seven thirty. We're at my parents, and I havn't bought any presents yet, - I've been to busy doing wedding things. So I decide to head outside into the snow to find a shop still open (in this tiny town) to buy presents. Nothing can disuade me from this task, and I get chest pains. Instead of telling kaz, I get my sister to listen to my chest with her stethoscope, and she confirms that I am having a heart attack. I leave for the snow, and wake up, wondering what madness this is.
And so restless at nights.
Dream two: Its September the 12th. I'm walking down an alleyway in norwich, between the Marquee and Crystal House - the back way to the Ninja church. Bill Bailey and Jmon are with me, both the gentleist creatures you've ever met. Bill Bailey makes a joke about something, I don't like it, so I attack him. Jmon pulls me off him. I wake, shocked at my actions.
And the monsters are crazy.
Ok, so I hear people going, this is the product of someone who's very stressed about upcoming events, and that I really could just do with more rest, and everything will be ok. If I dont get rest, I run the risk of a small mental breakdown.
Well, You're wrong. The correct analysis of these dreams are this:
My House has been invaded by the Fey. I will be setting Jmon on them and my dreams will return back to blissful normality. I am not mad, I am not anywhere near mad, I am meerly being attacked by supernatual forces. Thank you, goodnight. |
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[May. 18th, 2009|07:29 pm] |
A long time ago I used to do these things, but then I stopped, mainly because everyone who reads my LJ is more mature then I am. Also, you get bored answering the same questions over and over, but I havn't for a long time, so I think I will. But I'm lazy so I'm only going to answer the *interesting* questions. (stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) lil_starry1
( Read more... )
I guess now I need to stop and do something useful with my evening. |
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| EEEE! BIKE!! |
[May. 17th, 2009|06:09 pm] |
Ok I *was* going to post a post about my bike, but I hadn't realised I hadn't finished my previous post about me dying. So this post is about me living my life to the max... again...
So recently I've been resiting buying a Mac Mini and a HDTV. Resisting quite well in fact, even through proximity of Apple stores etc etc, but this weekend was a slight dent in the "lets save LOTS" plan of life.
I might have bought http://www.boardmanbikes.com/road/road_team.html
For those of you wary about clicking links, heres a picture.
Yes its in my kitchen, yes it says CB or Chris Boardman, or Boardman 17 times over the entire bike, and yes, it moves like lightning. It also weighs less then my packed briefcase and I love it. NEEOOOWWNWN |
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| Theory of a Dead Man... or one thats going to be Part TWO |
[May. 17th, 2009|06:07 pm] |
Ok when I started writing this sequence I have to admit how this came about. I realised one night as I drifted off to sleep that I was moving in a seemingly never ending eastbound direction. The next day with a roughly drawn map of England on the whiteboard, I plotted some sample points and my theory was proved - I was definitely due to die because of drowning in the North Sea.
Unfortunately, the problem is I gauged the position of Manchester to be too far south (or did I mis-position Germany in respect to Norwich - the argument is mute - I was wrong). I now see the errors of my ways, and can now give more evidence to actually show the corrected information.
I will die in Dortmund.
The problem is, I can no longer give any reasoning behind the nature of my death. So I'm sorry to have you all worked up in part one for this quite disapointing second part. I wonder what goes on in Dortmund... |
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| Infallable Proof of My Death Part One |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|07:59 pm] |
Ok so my previous post, each sentence out of context makes perfect sense - I had little time to post it for two reasons, one because I was cooking dinner, and two, because I am soon to move house. You will see why the second of these two statements is important in a moment. I know where I am going to die because I Know when I am going to die (well. Probably) and :. I can assume how.
Firstly, lets just remember the rules of the game.
1) Logic, is absolute. Infallible.
2) Maths (of which Logic is a subset of) is also absolute and infallible.
3) Combining Logic and Maths in anyway you like proves things.
4) You must obey the law. (Like Gravity (OBEY GRAVITY. ITS THE LAW).
Finally this leads us to tonights fun, which ironically gives away some information about me which you can a) find out on the internet already so its not that secret and b) allows you to kinda pretend that you're me when filling out important forms.
| What | Year | Long | Lat | | I was born in St Mary's Hospital in 1983. | 0 | -2.227027 | 53.46069 | | I moved to Yoxall in 1984 | 1 | -1.79163 | 52.769332 | | I moved to Bourne in 1990 | 7 | -0.385208 | 52.773901 | | I moved to UEA in 2001 | 18 | 1.244717 | 52.622956 | | I moved to Bowthorpe Rd in 2002 | 19 | 1.262655 | 52.633688 | | I moved to St Benedicts St in 2003 | 20 | 1.28819 | 52.631161 | | I moved to Southwell Rd in the same | 20 | 1.27892 | 52.619256 | | I moved to Kings Street in 2007 | 24 | 1.283298 | 52.626342 |
Ok, well I'm as sane as the next man (for various values of next) but you must be a FOOL if you can't see the PROOF in the NUMBERS. Its all CLEAR man CLEAR as DAYLIGHT in a *VERY SUNNY PLACE*. Ahem. Ok what we have here is a clear progression. (for those of you who don't believe, I have got a map here with a line on it so there can be no mistake in what I'm claiming.
Ok, I can't do all the maths this evening- I've got to change the sheets and do some laundry and stuff. But I will be back with MY DEATH... PART TWO... |
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| “Each man is the architect of his own fate.” |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|06:34 pm] |
I am running out of time to post this, so this is just a very quick post.
I know when, and where, and, I can make some assumptions on the nature of my death.
In other news, we should have our mortgage all sorted now, so moving house is ON YEAH BABY YEAH! |
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[Apr. 5th, 2009|02:31 pm] |
Ok, for those of you who know me, you'll know about the fact that I don't really cook "very well" that is I cook a few dishes a lot and those that I do are very random. So this week, JN at work convinced me to try for the real Roast Chicken. A REal one, not half one and not one already cooked.
See! I did it! (Thanks to Jamie Olivers cookbook. Officially Suitable for cooking morons) |
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| Student Loans |
[Mar. 19th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
Its ridiculous. I was in full time employment BEFORE I graduated from University. I've not had a day of unemployment during that time. I've been in work for longer then I was at uni, and for all but 6 months of that time, I have been earning more then the minimum repayment levels.So when, on the 4th of April this tax year comes to an end, FIVE YEARS LATER how come that it is that I still owe six grand?
This is ridiculous (not to mention the fact that the SLC lost more then £800 of my repayments in the previous tax year that they then had to find. |
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