| Hmm |
[May. 15th, 2010|05:51 am] |
Been a while since posting here. Lots of stuff but more than I feel like writing. The couple of months since quitting WoW have been a huge improvement, very glad I quit.
Doing photos again was nice, took too long a break and flashgun died in that period but flatmate has better everything than I had so sorta blessing I guess. Will be happy when study finished and can devote some time to it again, and hopefully very soon after have some cash to invest in it without having to do shoots for any reason other than wanting to.
Being sociable again is odd, it's remarkable how much you can act like a hermit without realising it. Seems implausible from this point. MMO's are evil, hoping never to succumb again unless I get hit by a car and paralysed. Still keep missing half the things I plan on going to but hey ho. Lots of folk I'm very glad to have spent real time with again.
Monday wall finally being fixed and then can hassle landlord to send in builder to soundproof floor above cunty neighbours. Kinda looking forward to not needing headphones on all the time and think no music might send you slightly mental. Moving will be better but planning on doing that when passed and employed so I can move somewhere I'm actually happy with as a place to plan on staying in but improvement till then good.
Spent a while thinking of why diets always fail and worked out a theory, two more pounds by next week and that will be a stone and a half. Thinking can stick with this, sadly can't make millions off of foolproof system as billy is an element , but only a minor incidental one to cover bad days.
It's nice to remember how interesting you used to find the world and that it's still an option. Planning on sticking with that also in it's various forms. More interested in travel than I've ever been because frankly with no cash I'm happier here but with cash I can't see how that wont be entertaining. Do please let me know when stuff is going on that will be a lark, did mean to go to Fangtasia but forgot it was on. Kinda missing the discipline I used to have for getting shit done but rebuilding it. On that note time for more study.
Boomshanka. |
|
|
| fnord |
[Feb. 20th, 2010|10:27 pm] |
|
This post not here. Say nothing. |
|
|
| There's only 10 kinds of people in the world. |
[Oct. 27th, 2009|08:19 am] |
Lost focus briefly, think its back. Will keep checking for a while. Solved multiple stumbling points study wise which was necessary. Nor raiding for a week and gonna see if I can maintain focus with distraction after. Hoping so but simply solved if not.
Needs doing now anyway as can't really piss about with camera again till its done, and thats been a while..
PS space hulk still quality. 1st edition only.
Also anyone planning on pc cod modern warfare2 near launch (2 weeks - hours) we should trade details. Another four bodies would be good.
Suspecting the crazy neighbours must need to explode soon, been eerily long since they went barmy, not since the calling 999 when they heard my chair squeek.
K, back to dull videos of a dull man saying dull things are 'interesting' which I could live with and rather more often'cool' which lets be honest routers, subnets etc are not. |
|
|
| Hmm |
[Jul. 19th, 2009|09:52 pm] |
|
May actually have swine flu. Just makes me sleep a lot though, pretty minor tbh. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|10:56 am] |
|
Gah, months of PC nightmare fixed for apparently a grand total of less than 3 weeks. Motherfucker. Suspect part less than 2 months old. Feel surprisingly calm considering. Drinking at Reptile later. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 9th, 2009|08:38 am] |
|
I thought everyone had stopped livejournal, hi all. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|11:51 am] |
Birthday this weekend , going to spencers house thing , looking at pile of new computer parts that dont quite work other than that.
Need better second stage plan.
with smoking. |
|
|
| Woot |
[Jun. 11th, 2007|11:04 am] |
Last night was cracking , and within ten minutes of getting to work I got my right to work from home back.
YAY.
Cheers to everyone yesterday, esp seamus.. |
|
|
| Rooms |
[May. 21st, 2007|09:03 pm] |
|
Anyone know of a room going anywhere? Got deposit to move. |
|
|
| Christopher Walken |
[May. 10th, 2007|03:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  buckwheats | ] |
The First Day
The partridge, the pear tree. I trust both have arrived safely on this First Day of Christmas. The partridge, unfortunately, required mounting for shipping. Taxidermy. I had to strangle the poor bird with my own two hands. Sometimes small cruelties must be tolerated for the greater holiday good--in this case, pears.
The Second Day
May the two beautiful turtle doves, enclosed, enliven your Second Day of Christmas. I have recorded their mournful songs on a compact disc, also enclosed, so you will understand why I found it necessary to smother them. These birds--these birds could drive you fucking crazy.
The Third Day
The three French hens have been prepared and dressed for oven or broiler, as you will. But the holiday fun does not stop there, my friend. I have removed the heads myself. With an axe. And I have decorated them, festively, as Mary, Joseph, and the Baby Jesus. Please, enjoy.
The Fourth Day
Fourth Day. Four calling birds. Listen. Are they calling? No. But the silence is, in its own way, a kind of Christmas.
The Fifth Day
I have taken special care to select the five golden rings, enclosed, because I know you treasure the better things in life. Four are from the world's finest jewelers. The fifth was my grandfather's. It is of special sentimental value to me, because I had to exhume his corpse to retrieve it. An unfortunate bureaucratic slipup, by an unfortunate fucking bureaucrat.
The Sixth Day
On this Sixth Day of Christmas, six geese sit a-laying on your front lawn. Eggs. I have always admired these elegant, graceful white waterfowl. It saddens me that the hatchlings will not emerge before I send workmen to burn the nests.
The Seventh Day
On the Seventh Day, God rested. But the seven swans presently a-swimming in your pool do not rest. They will not climb out of the water, nor will they stop moving. Why? Because the lead weights I have tied to their legs, the amphetamines in their feed, assure you of a full day of Christmas entertainment.
The Eighth Day
The small American dairy farm has, tragically, disappeared forever. Therefore, most of the eight maids a-milking appear courtesy of the good people at La Leche League, to whom I have made a generous donation in your name. For the remainder, I have called in a personal favor from the publisher of Lactating Mamas magazine. Distasteful. But it is, after all, Christmas.
The Ninth Day
Nine. Ladies, Dancing. Nine sterling examples, one might think, of the female form in motion. But who is that tall, strikingly handsome woman in green? It is I, Christopher Walken. In Peter Pan drag.
The Tenth Day
On this, the Tenth Day of our Christmas adventure, the ten lords a-leaping represent every walk of American street life. The gambler, the bookmaker, the dealer and the junkie. The ambitious gangster, the implacable crime lord, and the common thug. The crooked cop, the arsonist, and the con man. Their nimble hops, always one step ahead of Johnny Law, are what the season is all about. Merry Christmas.
The Eleventh Day
Eleventh Day. Eleven pipers. Piping. Not a-piping, mind you. But piping hot. Like soul-searing New Orleans jazz. Like a boiling glass of absinthe. Like me. Happy Holidays.
The Twelfth Day
On this Twelfth Day, I am filled with ennui. Twelve drummers, merely drumming; too easy, perhaps. Which is why I have, at great personal risk, imported drums made from human skin. They produce a sound like no other; the sound of a tiny bamboo cage in a fetid jungle prison, where hope dies anew with each cruel dawn. It's the sound of pain, frustration and disappointment. The sound of Christmas. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
bigdave357's journal