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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) 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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| Novel |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
Ok so some of you are aware that I'm writing a Novel, and some of you are aware of the slightly annoying news recently that if I want to sell it for charity I have to rewrite massive chunks of it, but I've actually made massive progress over the past two three days on basically what would be a prelude book, if any of them had been released. But they havn't so basically I'm writing book one. I'm aprox 6.5k words into it, and loving the changes that I've had to make.
I now have a war mad elvish magi who flies a steam punk Zeppelin, dropping Orcish assassins onto human forts, not to mention the taurenic warrior race that seeks harmony in the universe.
This Will Be Cool |
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| HOUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|10:11 pm] |
Ok I must be turning into the worlds most annoying person to know. More links about our house, to answer the questions that where posted before: Lets start with why we arn't moving in yet...
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Ok this is *our* house, see no walls. Not good |  | Bits of the Master Bedroom
To answer about the "loft" thing, this is bits of the master bedroom. Theres a walk-in-wardrobe (and I am tempted to build a wardrobe robot to pass clothes out. This, obviously *isnt* our house but the show room. We are thinking about putting our bed against this wall on the right so we can look up, through the skylight to the stars.... awwww | z | Bits of the master bedroom
showing showerroom door. The alcove there is where the foot of the bed would be and I'm probably going to have to make a chest of drawers ... DIY!! OOH I CAN DO DIY ooooh ooh.. oooh.
ooh |  | The showerroom
showing a sink... mmm interesting. And sinky. |
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| I Can has house? |
[Mar. 9th, 2009|09:52 am] |
So Saturday was slightly expensive, but we now kinda own a share in a house. That is a 0.5% share of a home. Soon to be bigger and better. Not a lot of photo's at the moment, but here are some of the fateful moment:
 | Kaz and Mum outside our new house
House at this point is for sale!!! |  | Kaz Reserving House
Not anymore mwhahahaha |  | Its this one
The house |
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| Mortgages and Life |
[Mar. 1st, 2009|07:45 pm] |
I've been working very hard over the past two days on a spreadsheet which emulates the 1988/1989 interest rate change, and with a couple of handy excel/google spreadsheet functions I managed it. I now have a model for repayments of a mortgage that is a fixed-rate for five years which then exits straight into May 1988 (@7.5%) The pattern then increases till the mortgage reaches 15% (which is an unrealistic level again) within a year and drops back down.
What's interesting is that we could still afford it (for the target amount).
( For People who are interested in the technology )
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| When I was young... |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|11:09 pm] |
When I was young, I used to have a book or a poem or something which started like this:
"Deep in the dark green Congo
Where the sun hardly goes
There lived a whistful Pongo
who sang softly though his nose"
Now, if this isn't enough to make you go down and get a copy of this book - it gets better. He becomes a pirate on a pirate sloop and everything.
But I can't for the life of me find it on Google and I really want to know what it is. |
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| Cooking for Noobs. That is, me |
[Feb. 11th, 2009|05:48 pm] |
I hate cooking rice. Its really difficult! I can do the entire rice-in-a-bag cooking, but Kaz dosn't like it, instead, I should be making fried rice, which is actually a whole other level. Let's just consider this for a moment. You have to cook it not once, but twice. Why is this? What was wrong with the just boiling it but NO you have to fry it first. Plus I'm a clumsy fool so I usually get the entire oil amount wrong and everything begins to go wrong.
Anyways. I'm cooking for her tonight a thing in a tin foil tray which is from Morrisons, so that just goes in the oven for 20 min, and the rice. It might be pasta by the time I've finished with it. |
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| ITS A HAPPY POST |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|10:04 am] |
So I don't get to write here very often, and as previously stated I would provide a happy post for everyone to see that my life really isn't that bad. Ok....
erm...
hrm...
No seriously, everything is going perfectly fine. I'm working hard on a top secret project. Secret plan 7001 I suspect - I haven't had many secret plans since I hit 7000, so that's pretty unusual for me, and also unusual for me, I actually feel that my job means something.
For those of you who know about it, the WoW guild is going well. VoA and OS are basically on farm, Nax is proving a little more interesting. I've become more and more annoyed with other guilds and players though - the latest advertising one which got to me was:
myRandomGuild is a new non-hardcore raiding guild which is looking for new fun members. only apply if well geared and have full raid experience. All content on farm (10 man only). Raids 3/4 nights a week.
How many issues can you see in there? Its just another raid guild who are elitist and demand gear over personalities. After the stew got back together, I'm still amazed at how many people came back, and how many who come back to WoW go "wow, can I get back in". Its kinda nice that is - not because we're aweseome (we are) but because its a nice place to be.
This weekend promises to be rushed and lack of rest - We're meeting with the Vicar and Kaz has trying on session in the afternoon, that and dinners with both parents (mine sat, hers sun) and then lots of driving on either side is just exactly what I need after a week of work.
I've also started on django/python this week - why? See secret plan 7001. Now everyone can stop having a moan at me about my perfectly rational fear of languages beginning with the letter P. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|07:30 pm] |
Paris is beutiful. I was told that in ww2 the French didn't resist in Paris so the Germans wouldn't destroy the city, and if this is true then we should be thankful. I walked between the two hotels one evening and there was a light fog. The search lights on top of the Eiffel tower where in full swing, beaming their light across the city and up from the museum of orsay, through a statue, the sillouette of a statue was projected into the sky. I didn't have charge in my phone to photo this, and I was, like so many of my British heros, in love with Paris. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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[Nov. 8th, 2008|07:30 pm] |
Paris is beutiful. I was told that in ww2 the French didn't resist in Paris so the Germans wouldn't destroy the city, and if this is true then we should be thankful. I walked between the two hotels one evening and there was a light fog. The search lights on top of the Eiffel tower where in full swing, beaming their light across the city and up from the museum of orsay, through a statue, the sillouette of a statue was projected into the sky. I didn't have charge in my phone to photo this, and I was, like so many of my British heros, in love with Paris. Posted via LiveJournal.app. |
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