I am completely in love with this week.
Were it physically possible me and this week would settle down some place in the country and raise a family of little weeks, just so i could enjoy this week for ever and ever.
Why the rush to commit my life so completely to a period of time you ask?
this may just be the most exciting week the world has ever offered me and frankly im not intirely sure if my heart has the strength to keep beating at the pace it does whenever i think about THIS WEEK.
ok when i explain it some of you may not understand, but if that's the case it's because you so don't get me and that's a shame, because im really enjoying this.
i've known for a while that pirates of the caribbean comes out this week, so technically ive been looking forward to this week for almost a year.
then recently i have managed to sync myself with the american tv schedules, meaning that over then next few days smallville, heroes and lost all end their series' symultaniously which is an experience of mass cliffhangering that i have never had the chance to enjoy before. (SAVE THE CHEERLEADER, SAVE THE WORLD)
all this i knew coming into the week and that alone was enough for me to get disproportionally excited but then...
there have been exciting new movie stuff going on too! eep! [man squeek]
theres a bunch of new batman stuff thats turned up, first ibelieveinharveydent.com gives us a new picture and thats nice, then the joker takes over ibelieveinharveydenttoo.com and we get a picture of him that veeeeeeery slowly appears and looks uber scary (so at this point im slightly scared but excited) then the site changes to page not found but with like a million HA HA HA s in the black with see you in december hidden amoung them (something about a very big page full of various sized ha ha's gets me actually pretty scared in a creeped out kinda way)
and THEN i found a teaser trailer for the golden compass! (apart from the name making my head explode, im very excited by this) it looks awesome, theres effects (daemons changing looks great) and armoured polar bears and daniel craig with a beard and ARMOURED POLAR BEARS and seriously cool witch fighting and ARMOURED. POLAR. BEARS. FIGHTING!!!! (i need something larger than capital letters to convey just how... awesome i think it is)
ok so i used the word awesome alot there, or it felt like i did but - excitement, heart. beating, brain. melting, no way to express the complex -im going with- "emotions" that i am "feeling".
naturally i need a bit of karma to balance this out, so for the superhero party on saturday i was a fairly evil looking super villain with face paint round my eyes so theres no skin showing in the masks eye holes (a la batman or the phantom - look close in the movies, coz im right) well, brilliantly the paint has decided not to come off my eyes despire vigourous scrubbing with various cleaning products, so i look like im wearing mascara. with the slight beard i look like an extremely scary transvestite, and have managed to scare myself several times by looking in the mirror when i wasnt expecting it. great.
but at least im not going to have to worry about girls coming between me and this week. whew - that was a real worry for a minute there.
well im going to collapse for a bit now and try to get my heart below hummingbird speed.
toodles
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Imbalanced
I swears imbalanced is the right word for it because i'm currently suffering an imbalance of the humors.
I have finally dragged myself to the end of my proposal for my course, which is (a direct quote): "It is a love story set in 1847, following two people (puppets) brought together at the Royal Society through mutual interest in science then ultimately separated by the changes in the Society, mirroring the separation that was happening at the same time to science and society."
Science! Romance! Puppets! Genius. The biscuits and discussion. sweet.
Just think of it as a very English Gone with the Wind. or at least a very Doug Gone with the Wind.
but having set it in the 19th century ive been coming across hilarious old science, my imbalance of the humors being a man flu - clearly a excess of water, to be remeided with fire or something. (i've actually been sorting it by periodically taking one of every kind of medicine i have and a lot of tea).
Following in the footsteps of a play called 'The Man Who Discovered That Women Lay Eggs' (looking forward to not writing that any more) i have found some real old worldy advice on sex and general genials that had me laughing so much i have to share it: "Orgasms, it was believed, were necessary for female health, hence the need to provide them. If a woman was married, some physicians advocated being ‘strongly encountered by their husbands’. If a woman was single, widowed or confined to a nunnery, the recommendation could be horse-riding, or pelvic rocking in swings, chairs or hammocks."
I'm going to have to start offering to 'strongly encounter' girls round here - i love the phrasing of it so very much.
All this research has expanded my pile of useless knowledge to, did you know that the vibrator was the fifth household appliance to be electrified? hmm informative.
On a different subject, you know what really grinds my gears? Past Doug. What a Bastard. He leaves me with no time and tons of work to do while he goes off and watches tv or checks facebook. Do some work you lazy sod.
But you know who rocks? Future Doug - his hair and beard is longer or styled so he's better looking the me or Past Doug, and I'm fairly sure he has incredable writing/researching skills, thats why i'll leave the work to him and go watch some TV now.
ok i think i just refered to myself in the 4th person. impressive, no?
WARNING! All these drugs and tea have driven me a little wacky and the precieding post may be concidered to be distasteful or odd by some people.
I have finally dragged myself to the end of my proposal for my course, which is (a direct quote): "It is a love story set in 1847, following two people (puppets) brought together at the Royal Society through mutual interest in science then ultimately separated by the changes in the Society, mirroring the separation that was happening at the same time to science and society."
Science! Romance! Puppets! Genius. The biscuits and discussion. sweet.
Just think of it as a very English Gone with the Wind. or at least a very Doug Gone with the Wind.
but having set it in the 19th century ive been coming across hilarious old science, my imbalance of the humors being a man flu - clearly a excess of water, to be remeided with fire or something. (i've actually been sorting it by periodically taking one of every kind of medicine i have and a lot of tea).
Following in the footsteps of a play called 'The Man Who Discovered That Women Lay Eggs' (looking forward to not writing that any more) i have found some real old worldy advice on sex and general genials that had me laughing so much i have to share it: "Orgasms, it was believed, were necessary for female health, hence the need to provide them. If a woman was married, some physicians advocated being ‘strongly encountered by their husbands’. If a woman was single, widowed or confined to a nunnery, the recommendation could be horse-riding, or pelvic rocking in swings, chairs or hammocks."
I'm going to have to start offering to 'strongly encounter' girls round here - i love the phrasing of it so very much.
All this research has expanded my pile of useless knowledge to, did you know that the vibrator was the fifth household appliance to be electrified? hmm informative.
On a different subject, you know what really grinds my gears? Past Doug. What a Bastard. He leaves me with no time and tons of work to do while he goes off and watches tv or checks facebook. Do some work you lazy sod.
But you know who rocks? Future Doug - his hair and beard is longer or styled so he's better looking the me or Past Doug, and I'm fairly sure he has incredable writing/researching skills, thats why i'll leave the work to him and go watch some TV now.
ok i think i just refered to myself in the 4th person. impressive, no?
WARNING! All these drugs and tea have driven me a little wacky and the precieding post may be concidered to be distasteful or odd by some people.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Mildly Irritating and Slightly Upsetting
i had a beast of a title for this post, naturally i've forgotten it.
it's been like a week and a bit since i last wrote a decent sized post, thats crazy. Time was i'd be writing something hilarious every couple of days, but this last few weeks all our deadlines have appeared simultainously and i just cant bear the thought of sitting and writing - until it's too late and i have something more important to do (drinking, watching a movie, that sorta thing)
also since i've been trying to do work there's not much in the way of stories to tell. Unless you like work related stories?
we had our exam a couple of weeks ago - best exam ever (for me, at least), questions in advance, so the exam was just the write up. We have one question asking about evaluation of this web site, i look everywhere (ok so i type evaluation into google) theres no sign of anything useful, so i write that into the exam - no worries. Then this week i'm researching theatre in science communication for a proposal and half way down a bunch of articles i find the ultimate evaluation for the damn web site - much screaming and cursing insues (it had been a tough day already and this straw broke me). love scareing everyone in the peaceful post grad computer room by suddenly roaring like a wookie - rrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaararrrraaaaaa
im in something of a pickle, facebook picture-wise, when i joined i had just been sent a picture of a dog dressed in a batman costume, and as i had no pictures of me on that computer i chose batdog. now being lazy i kept him there for ages. Having had no sane-human-attractive-male-looking pictures taken of me (im a vain little creature sometimes and i want the facebook fillies to have a good opinion of me) i chose another dog and so on in that fashion. Back home at Easter, people keep asking what the deal is with the dogs, i realise that i'm being silly not having a picture of me, especially when everyone else does (ooo caving to peer pressure). so i find an ok looking one of me - i swear there are good picutres of me i just cannot find them :( - but now ive got friends at uni asking what the deal with my face is. :( its a very distressing catch 22. Im going to work hard to get a picture that dog fans and doug fans can live with.
as you can see, while dull and work filled, my universe seems intent on presenting me with all the mildly irritating and slightly upsetting situations it can. pffffffffft good thing i have cartoons to get me through this almost difficult time.
it's been like a week and a bit since i last wrote a decent sized post, thats crazy. Time was i'd be writing something hilarious every couple of days, but this last few weeks all our deadlines have appeared simultainously and i just cant bear the thought of sitting and writing - until it's too late and i have something more important to do (drinking, watching a movie, that sorta thing)
also since i've been trying to do work there's not much in the way of stories to tell. Unless you like work related stories?
we had our exam a couple of weeks ago - best exam ever (for me, at least), questions in advance, so the exam was just the write up. We have one question asking about evaluation of this web site, i look everywhere (ok so i type evaluation into google) theres no sign of anything useful, so i write that into the exam - no worries. Then this week i'm researching theatre in science communication for a proposal and half way down a bunch of articles i find the ultimate evaluation for the damn web site - much screaming and cursing insues (it had been a tough day already and this straw broke me). love scareing everyone in the peaceful post grad computer room by suddenly roaring like a wookie - rrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaararrrraaaaaa
im in something of a pickle, facebook picture-wise, when i joined i had just been sent a picture of a dog dressed in a batman costume, and as i had no pictures of me on that computer i chose batdog. now being lazy i kept him there for ages. Having had no sane-human-attractive-male-looking pictures taken of me (im a vain little creature sometimes and i want the facebook fillies to have a good opinion of me) i chose another dog and so on in that fashion. Back home at Easter, people keep asking what the deal is with the dogs, i realise that i'm being silly not having a picture of me, especially when everyone else does (ooo caving to peer pressure). so i find an ok looking one of me - i swear there are good picutres of me i just cannot find them :( - but now ive got friends at uni asking what the deal with my face is. :( its a very distressing catch 22. Im going to work hard to get a picture that dog fans and doug fans can live with.
as you can see, while dull and work filled, my universe seems intent on presenting me with all the mildly irritating and slightly upsetting situations it can. pffffffffft good thing i have cartoons to get me through this almost difficult time.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Curse you Golden Flower!!
you'll be glad to know the trip back to southam wasnt a total waste of time (ignoring the lure of shiny coins that got me back to the library in the first place)
while there wasnt huge chucks of fun, as alex was skiing AGAIN, chris and i made it to the cinema. woo - curse of the golden flower
its one of those crouching tiger hidden dragon type films - very pretty but also very complex and seriously crazy
for instance: the emperor is terribly keen on large groups of people dressed identically, sure it's pretty, but i would probably find a better way of using my emperorly powers.
there was uber ninja action tho. which was pretty neat. loads of them swinging off grappling hooks and throwing swords on strings so they could pull them back and swing em round. crazy, crazy ninjas. LOTS of crazy crazy ninjas.
there was a bit at the end that bothered me slightly tho which i will explain but which will involve a bit of a spoiler if you plan on watching the film, and you should note that clearly i'm far to much of a hollywood boy and all this culture is a little lost on me.
so the bad guy says (more or less):
"you have two options, traitorous hansome good guy. either a) painful gruesome death or b) kill the woman you love. bwah ha ha."
then, the traitorous hansome good guy says:
Hollywood ending:
"i choose hidden option c)" where upon he grabs the lady and throws a grappling hook in the air and they swing out of the castle and onto a horse, chucking swords at evil ninjas while the bad guy curses the obviousness of their escape.
but,
what the traitorous hansome good guy actually says was:
"i choose hidden option c)" where upon he grabs the ladies sword and stabs himself in the chest. dang.
like i said culture is generally lost on me and it was a very pretty film - i just think i would of done that bit differently.
but im back in bristol now, putting things right that once went wrong and hoping to finish some work before friday when i get the train home, again.
while there wasnt huge chucks of fun, as alex was skiing AGAIN, chris and i made it to the cinema. woo - curse of the golden flower
its one of those crouching tiger hidden dragon type films - very pretty but also very complex and seriously crazy
for instance: the emperor is terribly keen on large groups of people dressed identically, sure it's pretty, but i would probably find a better way of using my emperorly powers.
there was uber ninja action tho. which was pretty neat. loads of them swinging off grappling hooks and throwing swords on strings so they could pull them back and swing em round. crazy, crazy ninjas. LOTS of crazy crazy ninjas.
there was a bit at the end that bothered me slightly tho which i will explain but which will involve a bit of a spoiler if you plan on watching the film, and you should note that clearly i'm far to much of a hollywood boy and all this culture is a little lost on me.
so the bad guy says (more or less):
"you have two options, traitorous hansome good guy. either a) painful gruesome death or b) kill the woman you love. bwah ha ha."
then, the traitorous hansome good guy says:
Hollywood ending:
"i choose hidden option c)" where upon he grabs the lady and throws a grappling hook in the air and they swing out of the castle and onto a horse, chucking swords at evil ninjas while the bad guy curses the obviousness of their escape.
but,
what the traitorous hansome good guy actually says was:
"i choose hidden option c)" where upon he grabs the ladies sword and stabs himself in the chest. dang.
like i said culture is generally lost on me and it was a very pretty film - i just think i would of done that bit differently.
but im back in bristol now, putting things right that once went wrong and hoping to finish some work before friday when i get the train home, again.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
A long overdue post
Well, it's been a while. i have had many small things to do but nothing urgently post-worthy and from the combination of factors that are; various slow computers and work, my note making has taken a hiatus.
lots of things happened that i thought, in the run up, would be massively postable but everythings just been pottering along as things tend to do.
work is work: who wouldn't want to carry boxes and fill in forms for 8 hours everyday? probably no one, but i'm living that dream
there was an easterathon with my warwick uni mates. we played computer games, drank beer, played computer games, drank mead, played computer games and watched dvds. all this carefully squeezed round my 8 hours of work a day. (exhausing stuff)
we watched some movies to, 300 (thats a film not the number of movies we watched) spartans killing persians, it was good to see persians finally getting stomped by men in capes. not nearly enough capeage at the moment. but it was seriously cool for large amount of time. if you watch the trailer you've pretty much seen everything, but big screen, big sound, kicked arse.
also we saw sunshine, bloody brilliant. first 40 minutes politely sitting watching the crew go crazy then the rest of the film sitting there hiding behind my hands (in an extremely manly way) after the shit hits the fan. though in my defence i didnt scream like a girl at any point and if you go see it you'll realise how much of an achievement that was.
one thing worth mentioning was my first UWE exam. Now those who know about my course know how unreasonabley harsh it is and during our 14th day of lectures in 2007 (friday the 13th of april) we had an exam. Just to highlight the injustice here - thats during the easter holidays! no shops or bars on campus were reliably open. serious pain in the butt. but it turns out to be the greatest exam anyone has ever had ever (for me any way). couple of months ago we get a dry run for the exam. sort of a past paper/case study to do so we can see how it works. 6 questions about a science website, couple of pages of work. frank then marks it and gives us it back with comments and suggestions for improvements. then two weeks or so before the exam we get given the website we will be analysing for the exam. In our exam the only requirement is that what we hand in is typed up during the exam, other than that we can take ANYTHING we want to as long as it's written on paper so it's not copy and paste-able. so the night before the exam i stay up to the wee small hours looking at the website and answering the questions we had for the dry run to get what is essentially the answers to the exam questions (with the improvements frank suggested added in). I go in and spend 2 hours copying out the case study. easy peasy. to clarify, this is a legitamate strategy, that was suggested as an option by the lecturers at the beginning of the course. doing the case study was the test, but the uni needed something to be timed. serious sympathy to hayley who's document vanished pretty much exactly half way through the exam, thats how you get a room full of people to save their documents simaltainiously. but i had a really easy time of it after a night of hard work. turning up full of sugar, tea and smallville may of given me an unhealthy swagger tho which managed to make me a bit of an arse to anyone worried about the exam.
oh and it's sunny in bristol, we had a picnic outside to celebrate the end of the part timers lectures. i am going to miss that bunch, but i will be seeing them again - coz their fun and coz we must party more to celebrate handing in assignments. yay
it is not a terrible time to be me, which is nice
lots of things happened that i thought, in the run up, would be massively postable but everythings just been pottering along as things tend to do.
work is work: who wouldn't want to carry boxes and fill in forms for 8 hours everyday? probably no one, but i'm living that dream
there was an easterathon with my warwick uni mates. we played computer games, drank beer, played computer games, drank mead, played computer games and watched dvds. all this carefully squeezed round my 8 hours of work a day. (exhausing stuff)
we watched some movies to, 300 (thats a film not the number of movies we watched) spartans killing persians, it was good to see persians finally getting stomped by men in capes. not nearly enough capeage at the moment. but it was seriously cool for large amount of time. if you watch the trailer you've pretty much seen everything, but big screen, big sound, kicked arse.
also we saw sunshine, bloody brilliant. first 40 minutes politely sitting watching the crew go crazy then the rest of the film sitting there hiding behind my hands (in an extremely manly way) after the shit hits the fan. though in my defence i didnt scream like a girl at any point and if you go see it you'll realise how much of an achievement that was.
one thing worth mentioning was my first UWE exam. Now those who know about my course know how unreasonabley harsh it is and during our 14th day of lectures in 2007 (friday the 13th of april) we had an exam. Just to highlight the injustice here - thats during the easter holidays! no shops or bars on campus were reliably open. serious pain in the butt. but it turns out to be the greatest exam anyone has ever had ever (for me any way). couple of months ago we get a dry run for the exam. sort of a past paper/case study to do so we can see how it works. 6 questions about a science website, couple of pages of work. frank then marks it and gives us it back with comments and suggestions for improvements. then two weeks or so before the exam we get given the website we will be analysing for the exam. In our exam the only requirement is that what we hand in is typed up during the exam, other than that we can take ANYTHING we want to as long as it's written on paper so it's not copy and paste-able. so the night before the exam i stay up to the wee small hours looking at the website and answering the questions we had for the dry run to get what is essentially the answers to the exam questions (with the improvements frank suggested added in). I go in and spend 2 hours copying out the case study. easy peasy. to clarify, this is a legitamate strategy, that was suggested as an option by the lecturers at the beginning of the course. doing the case study was the test, but the uni needed something to be timed. serious sympathy to hayley who's document vanished pretty much exactly half way through the exam, thats how you get a room full of people to save their documents simaltainiously. but i had a really easy time of it after a night of hard work. turning up full of sugar, tea and smallville may of given me an unhealthy swagger tho which managed to make me a bit of an arse to anyone worried about the exam.
oh and it's sunny in bristol, we had a picnic outside to celebrate the end of the part timers lectures. i am going to miss that bunch, but i will be seeing them again - coz their fun and coz we must party more to celebrate handing in assignments. yay
it is not a terrible time to be me, which is nice
Friday, March 16, 2007
Unlimited Doug Justice, League
ok i'll admit it, my life is ruled by TV, well sort of, TV and movies. but really its more like if theres a perticular TV program i enjoy, thats the one ruling me.
Justice League Unlimited turned up on DVD a couple of days ago. for the majority of you who will have no idea what justice league is i'll briefly explain.
the justice league is the cartoon with superman and batman and wonder woman and pretty much every other (DC) comic book character you can think of in and more. it is extra strength awesome. there is not an episode where i do go WOOOOO! at some point. although it amuses me that the same people who insist on calling comics 'graphic novels' insist on calling one of my favourate cartoons an 'animated series' - some fat guy got quite irate on amazon about it
naturally i've spent the past few days being a superhero (of course!)
ive been running round in the windy windy courtyard pretending to fly, which is hilarious fun
i managed to worry some girls near the library when i'd come inside and was quite warm so i unzipped my jumper the superman way
for some reason that got me strange looks. pfft girls! wadda they know?
also got to help out with the international society at UWE (ok no idea what its really called)
if any ones read stupid white men by micheal moore it'll help you understand. he has a chapter about men dying out because now women can reproduce with artificial insemination and reach things that are high up with a 3 step ladder. fortunatly there was no ladder so i got to be useful in a manly way. Y-chromosome Ho!
i mention the group because it made me giggle to help them out when i remembered an episode of harvey birdman, where a group of "ethnic" superheroes form their own super group called the multi-culture pals. as it was a very mixed group an i was a superhero (with the power of bring tall and carrying things) i kept wanting to pretend (or shout eeee-nupchuck when i had to be tall, like a superhero who grows large) but i knew id get punched.
my secret identity as a mild mannered sci comm student is getting tough. with our dissertation proposals due on monday i thought i was sorted til my supervisor suggested a complete restructure and re-research. DAMN YOOOOOOU! i have been in the same post grad room every week day for the last two weeks. it's crazy i even have one computer i use most of the time, i fear i'm becoming furniture.
at least by monday it'll all be over one way or the other.
then on to our science and the public presentations! uuuurrrgh superheroic trials!
oh an make sure more of you clear time between 1 and 3 pm on tuesdays because Sanna and I are doing our weekly radio show and we want more people listening (online at hubradio.co.uk) yeah yeah do it do it
and call in damn it! otherwise we'll have to continue faking dedications
Justice League Unlimited turned up on DVD a couple of days ago. for the majority of you who will have no idea what justice league is i'll briefly explain.
the justice league is the cartoon with superman and batman and wonder woman and pretty much every other (DC) comic book character you can think of in and more. it is extra strength awesome. there is not an episode where i do go WOOOOO! at some point. although it amuses me that the same people who insist on calling comics 'graphic novels' insist on calling one of my favourate cartoons an 'animated series' - some fat guy got quite irate on amazon about it
naturally i've spent the past few days being a superhero (of course!)
ive been running round in the windy windy courtyard pretending to fly, which is hilarious fun
i managed to worry some girls near the library when i'd come inside and was quite warm so i unzipped my jumper the superman way
for some reason that got me strange looks. pfft girls! wadda they know?
also got to help out with the international society at UWE (ok no idea what its really called)
if any ones read stupid white men by micheal moore it'll help you understand. he has a chapter about men dying out because now women can reproduce with artificial insemination and reach things that are high up with a 3 step ladder. fortunatly there was no ladder so i got to be useful in a manly way. Y-chromosome Ho!
i mention the group because it made me giggle to help them out when i remembered an episode of harvey birdman, where a group of "ethnic" superheroes form their own super group called the multi-culture pals. as it was a very mixed group an i was a superhero (with the power of bring tall and carrying things) i kept wanting to pretend (or shout eeee-nupchuck when i had to be tall, like a superhero who grows large) but i knew id get punched.
my secret identity as a mild mannered sci comm student is getting tough. with our dissertation proposals due on monday i thought i was sorted til my supervisor suggested a complete restructure and re-research. DAMN YOOOOOOU! i have been in the same post grad room every week day for the last two weeks. it's crazy i even have one computer i use most of the time, i fear i'm becoming furniture.
at least by monday it'll all be over one way or the other.
then on to our science and the public presentations! uuuurrrgh superheroic trials!
oh an make sure more of you clear time between 1 and 3 pm on tuesdays because Sanna and I are doing our weekly radio show and we want more people listening (online at hubradio.co.uk) yeah yeah do it do it
and call in damn it! otherwise we'll have to continue faking dedications
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Brain pilots drunk at the wheel - and radioage!
yes
yes it is
i have spent the last 3 days in the post grad room (just a computer room and no where near as fun as the actual grad which is/was a pub atop warwick SU)
3 days of health and safety and im going mildly crazy - i giggle randomly, spout lengthy monologues against the system and forget the day, week, date, time, im very much free of the application of meaning to a specific instance
oo an im drinking
now
i was in the PG room from 1030 til 830 today
sure i wasnt working the whole time, i helped joana and did a little rags in the am then had a random lunch sandwitch and did little for a couple of hours - in my defence my crazies kicked in and anyone who's seen me working knows my crazies are impossible for me and anyone around me to work through. i fell off a stool with great charisma and poked everyone in the room.
but i worked through every single bloody rags (rags is UWEs health and safety and ethics review board and the forms take days to fill in) form and found huge gaps in what ive done so today i wrote info forms (my project will promote world peace and stop global warming) and also consent forms (i am not a bloody kiddy fiddler let me into a school)
where was i?
drink!
yes!
having suffered through a 10 hour day of rags and course mates (mostly rags) i deserve a drink
i got out of that room at 830 but they had locked all the doors! i spent 15 minutes walkin the length of uwe trying to escape before finding the way out. like a rat in a maze with a bottle of wine instead of cheese
did i tell you about student radio?
maybe
last tuesday 1-3 i am being sannas radio sidekick helping pick music and talk. of course we were magnificent and if you missed us this week it ok coz we are doing next week! it was a barrel of giggles and you can tune in online at hubradio.co,uk so do it or ill know you hate me.
strangely its in the same sorta place the radio was in warwick (top of the union) the seem to keep a tower free in all my unions for radio loonacy (at least at warwick it was closer to the grad. damn uwe and its 5 flights of stairs to draught beer - cans it is!)
i forget exactly where i was going with this but im tired, long day, some wine, HEALTH AND SODDING SAFETY!, so im going to sleep face down on my mac if that ok with you.
night
x
yes it is
i have spent the last 3 days in the post grad room (just a computer room and no where near as fun as the actual grad which is/was a pub atop warwick SU)
3 days of health and safety and im going mildly crazy - i giggle randomly, spout lengthy monologues against the system and forget the day, week, date, time, im very much free of the application of meaning to a specific instance
oo an im drinking
now
i was in the PG room from 1030 til 830 today
sure i wasnt working the whole time, i helped joana and did a little rags in the am then had a random lunch sandwitch and did little for a couple of hours - in my defence my crazies kicked in and anyone who's seen me working knows my crazies are impossible for me and anyone around me to work through. i fell off a stool with great charisma and poked everyone in the room.
but i worked through every single bloody rags (rags is UWEs health and safety and ethics review board and the forms take days to fill in) form and found huge gaps in what ive done so today i wrote info forms (my project will promote world peace and stop global warming) and also consent forms (i am not a bloody kiddy fiddler let me into a school)
where was i?
drink!
yes!
having suffered through a 10 hour day of rags and course mates (mostly rags) i deserve a drink
i got out of that room at 830 but they had locked all the doors! i spent 15 minutes walkin the length of uwe trying to escape before finding the way out. like a rat in a maze with a bottle of wine instead of cheese
did i tell you about student radio?
maybe
last tuesday 1-3 i am being sannas radio sidekick helping pick music and talk. of course we were magnificent and if you missed us this week it ok coz we are doing next week! it was a barrel of giggles and you can tune in online at hubradio.co,uk so do it or ill know you hate me.
strangely its in the same sorta place the radio was in warwick (top of the union) the seem to keep a tower free in all my unions for radio loonacy (at least at warwick it was closer to the grad. damn uwe and its 5 flights of stairs to draught beer - cans it is!)
i forget exactly where i was going with this but im tired, long day, some wine, HEALTH AND SODDING SAFETY!, so im going to sleep face down on my mac if that ok with you.
night
x
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Be a man
Breaker breaker, this is the captain, come back, over
i got more dvds, smokey and the bandit, so awesome and it got me thinking
i figure manlyness is like a circle (stay with me it'll make sence eventually)
you have unmanly at one side (pink things, bridget jones' diary and sarah brooks over here) then you get more and more (hetrosexually) manly as you go round, finally you reach smokey and the bandit, magnum pi, and meat cooked over open flames with a beer in hand. but then, if you try and get any more manly you reach top gun, tom cruise and questionable sexuality and your atempts at manly ness just make you seem less so. to clarify im not saying this is bad, just not what i am after
you see using this method you have scientific evidence than burt reynolds and tom selleck are about as manly as hetrosexually possible, and you know what they have in common?
Thats right, moustaches!
just thought you'd all need to know that i'm upgrading my moustache from peach fuzz to fallen eyebrow status.
huzzar! it's a good day to have a y chromosome! check that, a great day
i got more dvds, smokey and the bandit, so awesome and it got me thinking
i figure manlyness is like a circle (stay with me it'll make sence eventually)
you have unmanly at one side (pink things, bridget jones' diary and sarah brooks over here) then you get more and more (hetrosexually) manly as you go round, finally you reach smokey and the bandit, magnum pi, and meat cooked over open flames with a beer in hand. but then, if you try and get any more manly you reach top gun, tom cruise and questionable sexuality and your atempts at manly ness just make you seem less so. to clarify im not saying this is bad, just not what i am after
you see using this method you have scientific evidence than burt reynolds and tom selleck are about as manly as hetrosexually possible, and you know what they have in common?
Thats right, moustaches!
just thought you'd all need to know that i'm upgrading my moustache from peach fuzz to fallen eyebrow status.
huzzar! it's a good day to have a y chromosome! check that, a great day
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Everyone's getting Married!
its weird, ok?
it is definatly fantastic for them, exciting and grown up and all part of moving on and up with their lives and this is in no way saying any thing bad about them. seriously its a problem with me.
realistically i am a bit of a coward, definatly not grown up and as for moving on and up thats just not something i have learnt to do yet
i just aint extremely comfortable right now with people my age getting married.
it scares me, ok?
it's a comparitive thing,
them - settling down with partner, find house, make babies, live happy life
me - sitting by myself watching star wars, singing along (loudly and badly) to songs on my ipod, finding more to drink, no plans past next weekend
its the differences that surpise me more than anything.
it's almost like if i had just followed their paths i could be where they are, but really, really, really thats not me. everytime i hear/read/sence the words "getting married" i'm climbing the tallest thing in the room and talking a high pitched voice, fun but odd
and ok everyones not EVERYONE, but more than one person in my age grouping, not on the permiscuous side of things.
i'm a cowardly man
it's a level of understanding that i definatly havent reached, and no matter how much my omi asks why im not married with children at my age (seriously it did happen) its not in my near future, i guess im just odd
it is definatly fantastic for them, exciting and grown up and all part of moving on and up with their lives and this is in no way saying any thing bad about them. seriously its a problem with me.
realistically i am a bit of a coward, definatly not grown up and as for moving on and up thats just not something i have learnt to do yet
i just aint extremely comfortable right now with people my age getting married.
it scares me, ok?
it's a comparitive thing,
them - settling down with partner, find house, make babies, live happy life
me - sitting by myself watching star wars, singing along (loudly and badly) to songs on my ipod, finding more to drink, no plans past next weekend
its the differences that surpise me more than anything.
it's almost like if i had just followed their paths i could be where they are, but really, really, really thats not me. everytime i hear/read/sence the words "getting married" i'm climbing the tallest thing in the room and talking a high pitched voice, fun but odd
and ok everyones not EVERYONE, but more than one person in my age grouping, not on the permiscuous side of things.
i'm a cowardly man
it's a level of understanding that i definatly havent reached, and no matter how much my omi asks why im not married with children at my age (seriously it did happen) its not in my near future, i guess im just odd
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
A (girl free) Valentines Day Story - but not gay
Just so you know there were alternative titles for this one, for a couple of minutes looking at everyone else's valentines day potential: boyfriends, girlfriends and hopefuls, I got pretty sad and you nearly got:
A depressing, grumpy and resentful valentines day,
or Happy valentines day muthaf***as
but in true it's a wonderful life style i got turned round on it, and so this story may actually be worth reading rather than just dismissing as me being a grumpy bugger.
I'm in southam (thats back home for those that dont know) I'm dog-sitting while my parents are off on holiday and my brother is visiting his girlfriend.
naturally the trip back was epic, tuesday being the first night since thursday where i was sleeping in the bed id slept in the night before (traveling from place to place you see) meaning im still pretty tired
i got online (the computer was being difficult so i was feeling pretty exhausted by then) and i see everyone being happy, now wether they are or not isnt important here im too busy feeling sorry for myself to care. so i go to blog and have a good bitch about being single coz i was planning on a blog anyway and i deside on calling this a depressing, grumpy and resentful valentines day, but i really want to check the spelling on resentful, so i got downstairs for the dictionary.
and i get down there i have two little jack russells sitting on the back of the sofa in the dark, and they're glad to see me. well, it fixed me i have the lights on, im still listening to girly music but im feeling a bit happier. yeah friends an all that but it's nice to have something that runs over to you when you walk into a room to say hello.
having a girlfriend would be nice on valentines day, someone to actually go out with and do something fun, they're pretty good to talk to as well, but friends can just about fill in for that and obviously there's this:
kinda need a girl around for that
but now i have 365 days to sort something out for next year
and im choosing to believe it, damn it
A depressing, grumpy and resentful valentines day,
or Happy valentines day muthaf***as
but in true it's a wonderful life style i got turned round on it, and so this story may actually be worth reading rather than just dismissing as me being a grumpy bugger.
I'm in southam (thats back home for those that dont know) I'm dog-sitting while my parents are off on holiday and my brother is visiting his girlfriend.
naturally the trip back was epic, tuesday being the first night since thursday where i was sleeping in the bed id slept in the night before (traveling from place to place you see) meaning im still pretty tired
i got online (the computer was being difficult so i was feeling pretty exhausted by then) and i see everyone being happy, now wether they are or not isnt important here im too busy feeling sorry for myself to care. so i go to blog and have a good bitch about being single coz i was planning on a blog anyway and i deside on calling this a depressing, grumpy and resentful valentines day, but i really want to check the spelling on resentful, so i got downstairs for the dictionary.
and i get down there i have two little jack russells sitting on the back of the sofa in the dark, and they're glad to see me. well, it fixed me i have the lights on, im still listening to girly music but im feeling a bit happier. yeah friends an all that but it's nice to have something that runs over to you when you walk into a room to say hello.
having a girlfriend would be nice on valentines day, someone to actually go out with and do something fun, they're pretty good to talk to as well, but friends can just about fill in for that and obviously there's this:
kinda need a girl around for that
but now i have 365 days to sort something out for next year
and im choosing to believe it, damn it
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
John-athon
so, my project has began, this is the big, many percents of my final mark project i hav til november, which sounded like ages but then we got told we need to put in 600 hours work, so if im not doing 2 hours a day im fallin behind.
for reference im doing teacher resourses for a chemistry comic book - sounds fun but theyre gonna make me work with kids again damn it
an it's 7500-10,000 words! TEN THOUSAND
ok so my notes waffle but thats a lot of words
i had a glimmer of hope when i saw last years had acknowledgements in them, i had a plan involving 2000 words worth of thanking every one who's name i could think of, but then the project leaders informed me (using the stern voice that always accompanies the use of my full name and which every woman seems to have built in) that my acknowledgements dont count toward the word totals.
damn. 6750 (coz 10% either way sounds fair) to go
of course to kick off my project in style john came to visit. for those who dont know john went to uni with me and was the first of our group to drop out due to booze/not going to lectures/booze.
as my visit home has been dubbed the dougathon by chris it seemed fitting (an accidentally amusing) that this be dubbed the johnathon.
in which we drank lots
an watched DOA or alive, district 13, crank, superman returns, 2001, predator, children of men, an easy rider
thats two distopian futures, one distopian past, two plotless action films, girls in bikinis, a man in tights, and a drug trip where nothing much happens but at least its pretty.
i also found a list of amusingly titled country songs (many of which ive already heard), i love that theyre trying to say something quite sweet and they end up sounding crazy, i can relate - just ask anyone i went to high school with
read these and think of me
At The Gas Station Of Love, I Got The Self Service Pump - is this veiled ennuendo or just a miserable cowboy?
Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goalposts Of Life - gotta love the religious touch
I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling - aww so sad
I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me - gross, but theres emotion there, i could of said this in earnist
I Hate Every Bone In Your Body Except Mine. - subtle but so clever, my favourate
My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field, While Your Dear John Was Breaking My Heart - tractor puns, i doesnt get better than this unless its the previous one
Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart - reminds me i really should be working on my project
well im off to pretend im a cowboy with six shooters an a horse, ev'nin' ma'am
for reference im doing teacher resourses for a chemistry comic book - sounds fun but theyre gonna make me work with kids again damn it
an it's 7500-10,000 words! TEN THOUSAND
ok so my notes waffle but thats a lot of words
i had a glimmer of hope when i saw last years had acknowledgements in them, i had a plan involving 2000 words worth of thanking every one who's name i could think of, but then the project leaders informed me (using the stern voice that always accompanies the use of my full name and which every woman seems to have built in) that my acknowledgements dont count toward the word totals.
damn. 6750 (coz 10% either way sounds fair) to go
of course to kick off my project in style john came to visit. for those who dont know john went to uni with me and was the first of our group to drop out due to booze/not going to lectures/booze.
as my visit home has been dubbed the dougathon by chris it seemed fitting (an accidentally amusing) that this be dubbed the johnathon.
in which we drank lots
an watched DOA or alive, district 13, crank, superman returns, 2001, predator, children of men, an easy rider
thats two distopian futures, one distopian past, two plotless action films, girls in bikinis, a man in tights, and a drug trip where nothing much happens but at least its pretty.
i also found a list of amusingly titled country songs (many of which ive already heard), i love that theyre trying to say something quite sweet and they end up sounding crazy, i can relate - just ask anyone i went to high school with
read these and think of me
At The Gas Station Of Love, I Got The Self Service Pump - is this veiled ennuendo or just a miserable cowboy?
Drop Kick Me, Jesus, Through The Goalposts Of Life - gotta love the religious touch
I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling - aww so sad
I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me - gross, but theres emotion there, i could of said this in earnist
I Hate Every Bone In Your Body Except Mine. - subtle but so clever, my favourate
My John Deere Was Breaking Your Field, While Your Dear John Was Breaking My Heart - tractor puns, i doesnt get better than this unless its the previous one
Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart - reminds me i really should be working on my project
well im off to pretend im a cowboy with six shooters an a horse, ev'nin' ma'am
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I'm gonna be needing new trousers
Scared the crap outta me. Absolutly scared the crap outta me.
You know those ads down the side of facebook, theres one for downloadable smileys they have new 'valentines day ones'.
i need to take you back in time 45 mins. I watched a creepy episode of justice league (its a cartoon with batman and superman in) there was the joker and he had this girl with him and she, (say this in your creepyist scary man voice) "makes you go crazy just by looking at her" anyway i procieded to watch through my hands just incase i went crazy (didnt - yay)
so i go online see whats up on facebook and accdientally roll over this ad for valentines day smileys and this makes it say (in your creepy voice again) "im counting down the minutes til i can be with you again"
SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME i didnt realise what it was, an it was absolutely bloody terrifying
how is that a happy valentines day?
how?
i love you so much heres the creepyist thing on the internet?
IT SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME - thats not good valentines day practice
its a gooey 'holiday' fulla mushy stuff. not me going into ninja mode ready to be sliced up by the killer behind my computer
not the thing to do
ill be staying away from facebook an only logging on when i have a heavy stick with me (for smacking anything scary) if you need to contact me email at doug@underthecovers.coward
so watch out valentines day psycho smileys are after us all
You know those ads down the side of facebook, theres one for downloadable smileys they have new 'valentines day ones'.
i need to take you back in time 45 mins. I watched a creepy episode of justice league (its a cartoon with batman and superman in) there was the joker and he had this girl with him and she, (say this in your creepyist scary man voice) "makes you go crazy just by looking at her" anyway i procieded to watch through my hands just incase i went crazy (didnt - yay)
so i go online see whats up on facebook and accdientally roll over this ad for valentines day smileys and this makes it say (in your creepy voice again) "im counting down the minutes til i can be with you again"
SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME i didnt realise what it was, an it was absolutely bloody terrifying
how is that a happy valentines day?
how?
i love you so much heres the creepyist thing on the internet?
IT SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME - thats not good valentines day practice
its a gooey 'holiday' fulla mushy stuff. not me going into ninja mode ready to be sliced up by the killer behind my computer
not the thing to do
ill be staying away from facebook an only logging on when i have a heavy stick with me (for smacking anything scary) if you need to contact me email at doug@underthecovers.coward
so watch out valentines day psycho smileys are after us all
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I got Pig Poisoning
So the reason i aint posted in ages (sorta ages), is that i have been busy working hard.
lectures, assignments, leggy blondes, feature articles and background reading (ok ones a lie but aint saying which)
now back in coventry, alex was the crowned king of procrastination, he would spend all day on an article and we'd go check on him in the evening and he'd of just about got dressed. annoying if we wanted to play games
now during those years i never really procrastinated, thats actually coz i didnt do any work and so had nothing to put off.
this year is my first serious procrastination oppertunity, and i think i managed pretty good.
we are havin an 80s themed costume party/night out on saturday its going to be like totally awesome and i swear there will be some rediculously embarrising pictures online on sunday/monday (before the girls ask me to destroy them)
i got my 80s guy costume sorted on tuesday but the story is one of epic procrastination and 3 for 2 pigs
tuesday i had much reading to do, i also had a costume to sort out, so after a morning of reading i took a break for lunch and walked to matalan for costume bits, they had 2 out of 3 and as i was walking back the possiblity of an excursion to cribbs (the HUGE mall on the outskirts of town) occured to me. naturally havin work i resisted, no cant go all the way there, no take to long, reading to do, cannot go on some damn fool quest for this last thing.
the problem was the use of the word quest. second i thought that i had no choise and the quest began!
having searched every shop in cribbs (almost) i found them and my costume was complete, but i was pretty hungry - it was 6pm by then
so after a quick cheeseburger, then search M&S for some percy pigs coz im there and ill need reading fuel if i ever get home.
so im prowling the store muttering "pigs" over and over under my breath like the numbers guy in lost.
"pigs... pigs... pigs...pigs!".
and i see they had big 400g bags! great!
i got 2! - last longer
it was a 3 for 2 offer!
i got 3!
this is now a bag full of 1.2kg of pigs
i then decided to eat half a bag on the bus home
so i was bouncing round the flat in my 80s gear most of the night, before an extreme come down which left me with a serious stomach ache and 2 bags of pigs to tempt me.
i now have my picture of sarah telling me off bluetacked over the bags, making me feel guilty as well as ill with every piggy bite.
i curse tempation in all its pink swishy goodness.
i still have some reading to do.
ttfn
lectures, assignments, leggy blondes, feature articles and background reading (ok ones a lie but aint saying which)
now back in coventry, alex was the crowned king of procrastination, he would spend all day on an article and we'd go check on him in the evening and he'd of just about got dressed. annoying if we wanted to play games
now during those years i never really procrastinated, thats actually coz i didnt do any work and so had nothing to put off.
this year is my first serious procrastination oppertunity, and i think i managed pretty good.
we are havin an 80s themed costume party/night out on saturday its going to be like totally awesome and i swear there will be some rediculously embarrising pictures online on sunday/monday (before the girls ask me to destroy them)
i got my 80s guy costume sorted on tuesday but the story is one of epic procrastination and 3 for 2 pigs
tuesday i had much reading to do, i also had a costume to sort out, so after a morning of reading i took a break for lunch and walked to matalan for costume bits, they had 2 out of 3 and as i was walking back the possiblity of an excursion to cribbs (the HUGE mall on the outskirts of town) occured to me. naturally havin work i resisted, no cant go all the way there, no take to long, reading to do, cannot go on some damn fool quest for this last thing.
the problem was the use of the word quest. second i thought that i had no choise and the quest began!
having searched every shop in cribbs (almost) i found them and my costume was complete, but i was pretty hungry - it was 6pm by then
so after a quick cheeseburger, then search M&S for some percy pigs coz im there and ill need reading fuel if i ever get home.
so im prowling the store muttering "pigs" over and over under my breath like the numbers guy in lost.
"pigs... pigs... pigs...pigs!".
and i see they had big 400g bags! great!
i got 2! - last longer
it was a 3 for 2 offer!
i got 3!
this is now a bag full of 1.2kg of pigs
i then decided to eat half a bag on the bus home
so i was bouncing round the flat in my 80s gear most of the night, before an extreme come down which left me with a serious stomach ache and 2 bags of pigs to tempt me.
i now have my picture of sarah telling me off bluetacked over the bags, making me feel guilty as well as ill with every piggy bite.
i curse tempation in all its pink swishy goodness.
i still have some reading to do.
ttfn
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Douglas is the internet
why am i back to work? bugger. i really was hoping for week free to work on some stuff for my writing science module but nooooooo, im working 9-5.
Still im saving up cash for the nintendo wii - oooOOoo zelda! ooOOoo nunchuks! its so me!
thing is that dispite the journalistic trials one might expect from in a job writing in a magizine, this job also includes certain tasks that really make me nothing but a very expencive, very very slow internet connection.
examples? fine
douglas is email
wednesday im spell checking and grammer checking a document then i get sent to run a cd with 4mb of files over to a studio nearby (mine is not to reason why, mine is but to do and die). but this took me half an hour - quick calculations during my boring patches today (thats 1030am to 5pm) gives me a speed of 2.2 kbit/s - i think without broadband a modem runs around 56kbit/s - i am very slow
douglas is Google
today i was told to find the names and adresses and phone numbers and all kinds of other stuff for companies all over europe (think a website completely in german, thank god my language skill aint too bad - coz i was searching for high definition pre or post production facilities) still i didn't do bad to semi quote Google :
Results 1-10 of about 35 "Europian HD facilities". (3.5 hours)
then again i may be getting the hang of being a new hound:
"mr blank isnt at his desk right now, would you like to leave a message?"
"tell him doug kitson called and that i need ad copy in my inbox before the end of the day - my editors really breaking my balls on this one"
good god, some times im fabulous :)
Still im saving up cash for the nintendo wii - oooOOoo zelda! ooOOoo nunchuks! its so me!
thing is that dispite the journalistic trials one might expect from in a job writing in a magizine, this job also includes certain tasks that really make me nothing but a very expencive, very very slow internet connection.
examples? fine
douglas is email
wednesday im spell checking and grammer checking a document then i get sent to run a cd with 4mb of files over to a studio nearby (mine is not to reason why, mine is but to do and die). but this took me half an hour - quick calculations during my boring patches today (thats 1030am to 5pm) gives me a speed of 2.2 kbit/s - i think without broadband a modem runs around 56kbit/s - i am very slow
douglas is Google
today i was told to find the names and adresses and phone numbers and all kinds of other stuff for companies all over europe (think a website completely in german, thank god my language skill aint too bad - coz i was searching for high definition pre or post production facilities) still i didn't do bad to semi quote Google :
Results 1-10 of about 35 "Europian HD facilities". (3.5 hours)
then again i may be getting the hang of being a new hound:
"mr blank isnt at his desk right now, would you like to leave a message?"
"tell him doug kitson called and that i need ad copy in my inbox before the end of the day - my editors really breaking my balls on this one"
good god, some times im fabulous :)
Sunday, January 14, 2007
you want posts i'm just fighting to stay concious
i apologise for poor spelling (more that usual)
u see i've just finished a 3 day chunk of lectures and as usual after that comes the 1 night of heavy heavy drinkin to forget all of it.
this weeks 3 days were good tho, we had a circus and puppets and a trip to the science centre, tho i did feel my slight age disadvantage showing as i giggled at the pervy puppets when others scoffed, ooed and aaahed at the circus and ran round the science centre using my (fairly significant) size advantage to clear a path for myself thro the chitlins to the exhibits - there was a room that got smaller in the alice thro the looking glass bit that i loved even if i i did nearly face plant infront of a bunch o' families when i tripped on the way in and an infinite well that jim an i could see the bottom of. crantastic
then of course was the night out, or more acuratly, as we finished at 4, the afternoon/night out, that why i maybe fulfiling my promice to hayley by postin but frankly im straddling - like kieren and his singapore 'massuse' - the edge of concious, im on my way out so you must forgive that my photos will have to wait till the morning, ok, a more workable hour of the morning.
good night out tho even if some people were a little the worse for wear by the end of the afternoon - putting me in charge of your wellbeing may not be the best of plans (just for future reference)
i remember fun chunks, hugging kieren after he took us back to (bugger i dont remember the name) that place we went to last time with the holes in the walls, hugging him coz they played sweet child of mine - fookin love the 80's after that they played build me up buttercup (i did the official southam school dance routine and looked a pillock throught) and livin on a prayer, hell yeah.
also to facilitate memory i txted myself: 'a txt 4 me much drink and almost dancin best a luck rambo! c ya danni ice cube back aaa' im pretty sure this ment rambo was on tv and i missed it and i vividly remember an ice cube down the back from danni.
AND my camera makes my (frankly piss poor 'moustache') look more impressive yay!
to summerise a hilarious 3 days aimed at me the less mature science communicator, followed by some really fun chats with course mates that we may not remember tomorrow, followed by some extremely plutonic grinding of kieren and shirin.
photos to follow +1 moustache
u see i've just finished a 3 day chunk of lectures and as usual after that comes the 1 night of heavy heavy drinkin to forget all of it.
this weeks 3 days were good tho, we had a circus and puppets and a trip to the science centre, tho i did feel my slight age disadvantage showing as i giggled at the pervy puppets when others scoffed, ooed and aaahed at the circus and ran round the science centre using my (fairly significant) size advantage to clear a path for myself thro the chitlins to the exhibits - there was a room that got smaller in the alice thro the looking glass bit that i loved even if i i did nearly face plant infront of a bunch o' families when i tripped on the way in and an infinite well that jim an i could see the bottom of. crantastic
then of course was the night out, or more acuratly, as we finished at 4, the afternoon/night out, that why i maybe fulfiling my promice to hayley by postin but frankly im straddling - like kieren and his singapore 'massuse' - the edge of concious, im on my way out so you must forgive that my photos will have to wait till the morning, ok, a more workable hour of the morning.
good night out tho even if some people were a little the worse for wear by the end of the afternoon - putting me in charge of your wellbeing may not be the best of plans (just for future reference)
i remember fun chunks, hugging kieren after he took us back to (bugger i dont remember the name) that place we went to last time with the holes in the walls, hugging him coz they played sweet child of mine - fookin love the 80's after that they played build me up buttercup (i did the official southam school dance routine and looked a pillock throught) and livin on a prayer, hell yeah.
also to facilitate memory i txted myself: 'a txt 4 me much drink and almost dancin best a luck rambo! c ya danni ice cube back aaa' im pretty sure this ment rambo was on tv and i missed it and i vividly remember an ice cube down the back from danni.
AND my camera makes my (frankly piss poor 'moustache') look more impressive yay!
to summerise a hilarious 3 days aimed at me the less mature science communicator, followed by some really fun chats with course mates that we may not remember tomorrow, followed by some extremely plutonic grinding of kieren and shirin.
photos to follow +1 moustache
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
I have finished my reading!
hurrah!
it may of ment staying up into the wee small hours last night but i finally finished the reading that i have been doing most of the christmas hols. yep Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix huzzar
also i managed to get through most of the mammoth set readings for tomorrows return to lectures whew - slog and a bit that was
seemed like everytime i was settlin down to a speck of honest reading something far more entertaining or important popped up, so in addition to reading i have : imported all the music off my ipod so my computer and ipod are in sync
beaten alex at the towers game he found on the internet (level 75 w00t u r teh suck!!!1)
eaten my weight in chocolate digestives
already mentioned harry potter
also my window over looks a bunch of other blocks and more specifically their kitchens - how am i, an adimttedly week willed male, supposed to concentrate when the girls across from my window insist on excercising in their kitchen, or cleaning the windows? its just the universe being far more difficult than it needs to and im glad they stopped.
also in exciting new years doug related news ive been growing my magnum pi mustache, i was also watching the mask of zorro so i currently have a tiny bit o' fluff on my chin to. very dashing keep an eye on facebook as there will eventually be a moustache progress photo album hooray! (is it that obvious im single?) :)
oo speaking of movies the inaugural simucast of the funk and wagnells channel took place on monday (chris and i watched dead or alive and msn messengered throughout with semi hilarious conciquences, for any more details find the funk and wagnells facebook group).
long story short DOA is the movie for the 12 year old boy in all of us - holly valance, jamie pressly and more heart stoppingly good looking girls kung fu fighting. plot? do u really need one? it has everything: ninjas, girls in bikinis, bright colours, vollyball, girls in their underwear, fake lesbians and a complete lack of respect for every branch of science (bloodless sword fights, no bruising, movement recording nanobots, undownloading and the most incredable disregard for the conservation of momentum you will ever see) it really was 73 minutes of hilarious, gorgeous gorgousness and i enjoyed every single one of them. :)
well todays wednesday so normally id be off to the kitchen for our flats wine night watching oz and james' wine adventure then torchwood, but they've both finished so we'll have to play board games and drink instead
ill keep you informed
it may of ment staying up into the wee small hours last night but i finally finished the reading that i have been doing most of the christmas hols. yep Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix huzzar
also i managed to get through most of the mammoth set readings for tomorrows return to lectures whew - slog and a bit that was
seemed like everytime i was settlin down to a speck of honest reading something far more entertaining or important popped up, so in addition to reading i have : imported all the music off my ipod so my computer and ipod are in sync
beaten alex at the towers game he found on the internet (level 75 w00t u r teh suck!!!1)
eaten my weight in chocolate digestives
already mentioned harry potter
also my window over looks a bunch of other blocks and more specifically their kitchens - how am i, an adimttedly week willed male, supposed to concentrate when the girls across from my window insist on excercising in their kitchen, or cleaning the windows? its just the universe being far more difficult than it needs to and im glad they stopped.
also in exciting new years doug related news ive been growing my magnum pi mustache, i was also watching the mask of zorro so i currently have a tiny bit o' fluff on my chin to. very dashing keep an eye on facebook as there will eventually be a moustache progress photo album hooray! (is it that obvious im single?) :)
oo speaking of movies the inaugural simucast of the funk and wagnells channel took place on monday (chris and i watched dead or alive and msn messengered throughout with semi hilarious conciquences, for any more details find the funk and wagnells facebook group).
long story short DOA is the movie for the 12 year old boy in all of us - holly valance, jamie pressly and more heart stoppingly good looking girls kung fu fighting. plot? do u really need one? it has everything: ninjas, girls in bikinis, bright colours, vollyball, girls in their underwear, fake lesbians and a complete lack of respect for every branch of science (bloodless sword fights, no bruising, movement recording nanobots, undownloading and the most incredable disregard for the conservation of momentum you will ever see) it really was 73 minutes of hilarious, gorgeous gorgousness and i enjoyed every single one of them. :)
well todays wednesday so normally id be off to the kitchen for our flats wine night watching oz and james' wine adventure then torchwood, but they've both finished
ill keep you informed
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Why I havent been posting...
ok so if im at uni ur forced to put up with semi-weekly 'doug updates' of varied levels of hilarity, those of you paying attention may of noticed a 3/4 week break in this, those of you with nothing better to do may actually of wandered why.
well home only has dial up so the connection is so slow it actually hurts (this is true, theres a very amusing story envolving a suction cup bruising a ring onto my forehead coz i had to wait for a download).
but im back an i have my mac back so all is good
and i have 'entertaining' christmas related stories, (read on if you dare...)
well there were hilarious chrsitmas presents, chris got me an insanity prawn boy tshirt that says anus! (thatll probly make more sence if you go to weebl stuff and watch on the moon ep 9). ive worn it in public a couple of times but missed out a perfect oppertunity to ruin polite conversation with it. alex an i were trying to help chris' little sis beth to straw-pedo a cup of squash and their mum asked how she'd breath with a straw up her nose, chris said eyes, alex said ears, i pulled open my jumper only to realise i was wearing my zelda t instead. damn
there was hilarious christmas dinner where one of my uncles conviced pete (my brother) to fill a party popper with cranberry sauce, we gave it to my cousin an told him to set it off at the grown ups table. pete, me and my uncle then spent half an hour on chairs cleaning cranberry sauce off the celing - if only he'd aimed at my grandad like i told him...
LRE work continued until last week (thank god they opened on jan 2 so i could get 3 whole days work in before i left) its tough but at least i can pester my co-workers to keep myself entertained, at theres plenty to read (being a library an all)
so im back at bristol,
its been raining,
an its bloody freezing,
my heater seems small and ineffective (any one draws similarities to my man parts will be in trouble)
but.. the second series on Quantum Leap was waiting here for me on DVD!
Theorizing one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator... and vanished. He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping that each time his next leap would be the leap home.
god i love that programme
well home only has dial up so the connection is so slow it actually hurts (this is true, theres a very amusing story envolving a suction cup bruising a ring onto my forehead coz i had to wait for a download).
but im back an i have my mac back so all is good
and i have 'entertaining' christmas related stories, (read on if you dare...)
well there were hilarious chrsitmas presents, chris got me an insanity prawn boy tshirt that says anus! (thatll probly make more sence if you go to weebl stuff and watch on the moon ep 9). ive worn it in public a couple of times but missed out a perfect oppertunity to ruin polite conversation with it. alex an i were trying to help chris' little sis beth to straw-pedo a cup of squash and their mum asked how she'd breath with a straw up her nose, chris said eyes, alex said ears, i pulled open my jumper only to realise i was wearing my zelda t instead. damn
there was hilarious christmas dinner where one of my uncles conviced pete (my brother) to fill a party popper with cranberry sauce, we gave it to my cousin an told him to set it off at the grown ups table. pete, me and my uncle then spent half an hour on chairs cleaning cranberry sauce off the celing - if only he'd aimed at my grandad like i told him...
LRE work continued until last week (thank god they opened on jan 2 so i could get 3 whole days work in before i left) its tough but at least i can pester my co-workers to keep myself entertained, at theres plenty to read (being a library an all)
so im back at bristol,
its been raining,
an its bloody freezing,
my heater seems small and ineffective (any one draws similarities to my man parts will be in trouble)
but.. the second series on Quantum Leap was waiting here for me on DVD!
Theorizing one could time travel within his own lifetime, Dr Sam Beckett stepped into the Quantum Leap Accelerator... and vanished. He awoke to find himself trapped in the past, facing mirror images that were not his own, and driven by an unknown force to change history for the better. His only guide on this journey is Al, an observer from his own time, who appears in the form of a hologram that only Sam can see and hear. And so, Dr Beckett finds himself leaping from life to life, striving to put right what once went wrong, and hoping that each time his next leap would be the leap home.
god i love that programme
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
probably my last post before christmas
when i say last post before christmas i really mean my last post before the christmas doctor who - for im a big boy now, not terribly excited about presents, santa got no list from me this year and when pushed the best i could come up with was a couple of suggestions. im hoping the fact that material posessions arnt the most important things for me, shows that im growing as a person, but really it just means ive been to busy to sit down with an argos catalogue and flick through the toy section (ok so i havent done that seriously for years) but i havnt really thought about what id like either
but ill tell you what i am excited about. Doctor Who. christmas special. yay
looks like crazy fun and i cant wait.
also torchwood ends around new year! something about time travel and meeting captian jack in the past. cant wait.
and dracula and ruby in the smoke. BBC TV fun! huzzah! huzzah!
i could bore you now with a list of every thing i have done since i last felt like blogging but its been mostly work and travel. im back in southam doing unexplainable things to boxes of books in northampton.
the nice thing about being back in southam is that i am back with my dvd collection -a week without them was to long, i went into lord of the rings withdrawl after the first couple of days. not that i need to watch them over and over, i just like having the option, but im back and im watching them now yay!
i also say yay to seeing my friends this christmas.
dont know if its my exciting new course, mountains of dosh or the fact that i may never spend another christmas with them but something makes me appriciate them more this year than for the last 4/5 years. (honestly that was meant with more love than it sounds, because i am happy to see them)
damn it another long blog.
ok ill end it fast (in a cheesy but very christmassy way) in my very high pitched muppet christmas carol tiny tim voice,
god bless us, every one.
but ill tell you what i am excited about. Doctor Who. christmas special. yay
looks like crazy fun and i cant wait.
also torchwood ends around new year! something about time travel and meeting captian jack in the past. cant wait.
and dracula and ruby in the smoke. BBC TV fun! huzzah! huzzah!
i could bore you now with a list of every thing i have done since i last felt like blogging but its been mostly work and travel. im back in southam doing unexplainable things to boxes of books in northampton.
the nice thing about being back in southam is that i am back with my dvd collection -a week without them was to long, i went into lord of the rings withdrawl after the first couple of days. not that i need to watch them over and over, i just like having the option, but im back and im watching them now yay!
i also say yay to seeing my friends this christmas.
dont know if its my exciting new course, mountains of dosh or the fact that i may never spend another christmas with them but something makes me appriciate them more this year than for the last 4/5 years. (honestly that was meant with more love than it sounds, because i am happy to see them)
damn it another long blog.
ok ill end it fast (in a cheesy but very christmassy way) in my very high pitched muppet christmas carol tiny tim voice,
god bless us, every one.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
May Contain Nuts
im going to get a bit geeky now so if you really couldnt give a monkeys about computer games like halo skip to the point where you next see these : 8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
still reading? on our own head be it. im talking about how awesome the halo trailer was (for a few lines)
Clickedy : http://www.bungie.net/News/TopStory.aspx?link=halo3ad
so cool, sheilds, brutes hell yes, course if you are reading this bit ull probly of seen it so ill move on with the story
88888888888888888888888888888888888888888
that was less than i expected but oddly appropriate.
u see my perceptions of time are completely fried.
since breaking up for the christmas holidays i hav been working so hard its... unusual
when last i left you i had a cold. good news, im over it and i passed it on to joana - thats a two-fer
we had classes and our group chrimbo dinner - unfortunatly i look miserable in the photos, but thats only because i was doped up on painkillers and vitamin C, i had a really good time.
lennart an i worked our asses off on the doing science magazine, and wrote news article ranging from dull (it may be possible to store CO2 under the sea) to the ludicrasly exciting (0-60 in 4 seconds in an electric car) ok it doesnt sound ludicrasly exciting but wait till i force you to read it and stand there looking expectant. you will act impressed.
i got the cameras i mentioned. anyone reading my facebook status may have spotted my excitement
1 word NIGHT-VISION
ok so its a bit creepy walking round your flat in the dark with a video camera, but im fairly sure any stealthy leanings were lost every few seconds as i went duuuuuude in a hurley-like way
most noteably i am not home right now, not even at chris' on the way home. i am still in bristol! ARRRRRR!
we were all set up for max gameage it would of bin 10 kinds of awesome easily, but noOOoo. i get offered work at the producer magazine again for 5 days so im stuck here til next thursday (going home over the weekend for my Omi's birthday but getting the train back to an empty room) i was so looking forward to resting
problem is all this activity combined with a memory that makes a thing-full-of-holes look like a-thing-with-no-holes-in, is making me mix up days. i spent the morning telling my boss about yesterday before i realised it was the week before i was talking about. not good
also im a little confused as to the amount of trust people are showing me.
i have been given 2 pretty expencive cameras, been allowed to film in a school and today i was given someones house key to let myself in early tomorrow
as someone who uses duuuuuude in regular conversation im just not sure these are good ideas
not that id do bad things in any of these situations but im a danger to myself, others be warned
you want an example?
we had our kid brainstorming thing on wednesday (yesterday apparently) so we need space books. as a doug i naturally think of my firefly book, theres some cool pictures of spaceships in it. unfortunatly we were half way through filming when i remember it also contains creative swearing, nudie references and chopped up people, not really 9 year old fodder. oops
im only a small step away from mittens with string and a note pinned to my chest telling people where im supposed to be going.
oo an day 7 of my doctor who advent calender and ive got all the trivia questions right (but they actually were tough) had 4 tardis chocs 2 dalek chocs and a gold coin. i swear this is a calender designed by me for me. it is teh awesome
and yes fine my varsty trivia knowledge seems a little contradictory with my leeky brain pan but ask any one whos had to live with me and they can 'testify' (lennart) to both being very true.
im going to go start prepairing my pin on note for tomorrow, bus-work-swings-work-bus-home, if your interested
still reading? on our own head be it. im talking about how awesome the halo trailer was (for a few lines)
Clickedy : http://www.bungie.net/News/TopStory.aspx?link=halo3ad
so cool, sheilds, brutes hell yes, course if you are reading this bit ull probly of seen it so ill move on with the story
88888888888888888888888888888888888888888
that was less than i expected but oddly appropriate.
u see my perceptions of time are completely fried.
since breaking up for the christmas holidays i hav been working so hard its... unusual
when last i left you i had a cold. good news, im over it and i passed it on to joana - thats a two-fer
we had classes and our group chrimbo dinner - unfortunatly i look miserable in the photos, but thats only because i was doped up on painkillers and vitamin C, i had a really good time.
lennart an i worked our asses off on the doing science magazine, and wrote news article ranging from dull (it may be possible to store CO2 under the sea) to the ludicrasly exciting (0-60 in 4 seconds in an electric car) ok it doesnt sound ludicrasly exciting but wait till i force you to read it and stand there looking expectant. you will act impressed.
i got the cameras i mentioned. anyone reading my facebook status may have spotted my excitement
1 word NIGHT-VISION
ok so its a bit creepy walking round your flat in the dark with a video camera, but im fairly sure any stealthy leanings were lost every few seconds as i went duuuuuude in a hurley-like way
most noteably i am not home right now, not even at chris' on the way home. i am still in bristol! ARRRRRR!
we were all set up for max gameage it would of bin 10 kinds of awesome easily, but noOOoo. i get offered work at the producer magazine again for 5 days so im stuck here til next thursday (going home over the weekend for my Omi's birthday but getting the train back to an empty room) i was so looking forward to resting
problem is all this activity combined with a memory that makes a thing-full-of-holes look like a-thing-with-no-holes-in, is making me mix up days. i spent the morning telling my boss about yesterday before i realised it was the week before i was talking about. not good
also im a little confused as to the amount of trust people are showing me.
i have been given 2 pretty expencive cameras, been allowed to film in a school and today i was given someones house key to let myself in early tomorrow
as someone who uses duuuuuude in regular conversation im just not sure these are good ideas
not that id do bad things in any of these situations but im a danger to myself, others be warned
you want an example?
we had our kid brainstorming thing on wednesday (yesterday apparently) so we need space books. as a doug i naturally think of my firefly book, theres some cool pictures of spaceships in it. unfortunatly we were half way through filming when i remember it also contains creative swearing, nudie references and chopped up people, not really 9 year old fodder. oops
im only a small step away from mittens with string and a note pinned to my chest telling people where im supposed to be going.
oo an day 7 of my doctor who advent calender and ive got all the trivia questions right (but they actually were tough) had 4 tardis chocs 2 dalek chocs and a gold coin. i swear this is a calender designed by me for me. it is teh awesome
and yes fine my varsty trivia knowledge seems a little contradictory with my leeky brain pan but ask any one whos had to live with me and they can 'testify' (lennart) to both being very true.
im going to go start prepairing my pin on note for tomorrow, bus-work-swings-work-bus-home, if your interested
Friday, December 01, 2006
Lucky socks, Lois Lane and Lesbians
i have a cold - its not fun but im being a man about it
thats right im whingeing constantly and making a big fuss
its karma you see, well twisted doug karma. ill explain:
this week has been hectic
after a weekend of stationary contemplation of the televised media, monday saw the beginning of the article prep
The Article is 4 pages of the magazine thats being made for writing science and has been the focal point of this week.
I am working on it with Joana (of course). Its very odd that we keep getting paired up, but shes probly reading this so i am glad that keeps happening i have absolutely no complaints :) honestly its getting helpful, we are starting to develop systems for working together, Clark Kent had Lois Lane, so having a female sidekick is helping my superman delusions and i need writing partner to complain in an amusing way. Plus shes a much faster typer than I am.
tuesday was 5 hours of sitting at my desk writing without a subject - surprisingly difficult, but i stung together 450 words into something useful - give an infinate number of monkeys an infinate number of typewriters and theyll write you the works of Shakespeare
but wednesday was a huge day
now i knew it was going to be tough so naturally i wore my lucky socks (they're hairy on the outside - gear)
it was an uber lucky day
we blagged our way past clare and the university by not saying anything (no clare we had no idea those short people in our brainstorming session were children)
we went down into the basement to book a good quality video camera, we listened to the keeper of the cameras give us a half hour list of suggestions for how to shoot a brainstorming focus group of short people in a library type setting, and then we left with a booking for 2 cameras, a tripod and an external mic - nice (we complained for the rest of the day about that but if we have to complain at least its about someone being too helpful)
they also just handed over a tape machine and tape for the interview later - so much easier than warwick where i had to get the girls in the group to start crying to get a tape machine out of the techies
then after lunch we interviewed Dr Darren Reynolds - what a cool interview subject. his stories were interesting and at the end science communication style quotes just fell out of him, and i made it throught the whole interview without making a fool of myself - very proud
4 swift hours later and we had the article done
then i got back found a 70 word article i thought id lost and sprinted to sainsburys to pick up wine for our flats james and oz's wine adventure session (they drive round france tasting wine while we sit in our flat realising our wine tastes of feet) but noooo ive missed the start - no not in these socks, in their final act of the day the program starts half an hour later and im eating dinner and drinking wine as they discuss which wines go best with food - lucky
then in a bonus act torchwood had lesbians in it. - all hail the power of my socks
now thats a full and well rounded day. covert dealings, deceit, surprise, lunch, fear, surprise, enjoyment, relaxation, torture, physical exertion, alcohol, lesbians
dear santa, this is how I'd like every day to be.
of course in my universe such a fantastic day is going to cost me big in the karma stakes
the universe maintains a balance, if im going to get a day like that im going to get a massive amount of not good to keep it stable. so naturally ive got a cold :( its sad but im not going to mention it that much.
i got a good day for it.
thats right im whingeing constantly and making a big fuss
its karma you see, well twisted doug karma. ill explain:
this week has been hectic
after a weekend of stationary contemplation of the televised media, monday saw the beginning of the article prep
The Article is 4 pages of the magazine thats being made for writing science and has been the focal point of this week.
I am working on it with Joana (of course). Its very odd that we keep getting paired up, but shes probly reading this so i am glad that keeps happening i have absolutely no complaints :) honestly its getting helpful, we are starting to develop systems for working together, Clark Kent had Lois Lane, so having a female sidekick is helping my superman delusions and i need writing partner to complain in an amusing way. Plus shes a much faster typer than I am.
tuesday was 5 hours of sitting at my desk writing without a subject - surprisingly difficult, but i stung together 450 words into something useful - give an infinate number of monkeys an infinate number of typewriters and theyll write you the works of Shakespeare
but wednesday was a huge day
now i knew it was going to be tough so naturally i wore my lucky socks (they're hairy on the outside - gear)
it was an uber lucky day
we blagged our way past clare and the university by not saying anything (no clare we had no idea those short people in our brainstorming session were children)
we went down into the basement to book a good quality video camera, we listened to the keeper of the cameras give us a half hour list of suggestions for how to shoot a brainstorming focus group of short people in a library type setting, and then we left with a booking for 2 cameras, a tripod and an external mic - nice (we complained for the rest of the day about that but if we have to complain at least its about someone being too helpful)
they also just handed over a tape machine and tape for the interview later - so much easier than warwick where i had to get the girls in the group to start crying to get a tape machine out of the techies
then after lunch we interviewed Dr Darren Reynolds - what a cool interview subject. his stories were interesting and at the end science communication style quotes just fell out of him, and i made it throught the whole interview without making a fool of myself - very proud
4 swift hours later and we had the article done
then i got back found a 70 word article i thought id lost and sprinted to sainsburys to pick up wine for our flats james and oz's wine adventure session (they drive round france tasting wine while we sit in our flat realising our wine tastes of feet) but noooo ive missed the start - no not in these socks, in their final act of the day the program starts half an hour later and im eating dinner and drinking wine as they discuss which wines go best with food - lucky
then in a bonus act torchwood had lesbians in it. - all hail the power of my socks
now thats a full and well rounded day. covert dealings, deceit, surprise, lunch, fear, surprise, enjoyment, relaxation, torture, physical exertion, alcohol, lesbians
dear santa, this is how I'd like every day to be.
of course in my universe such a fantastic day is going to cost me big in the karma stakes
the universe maintains a balance, if im going to get a day like that im going to get a massive amount of not good to keep it stable. so naturally ive got a cold :( its sad but im not going to mention it that much.
i got a good day for it.
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