Easter Egg Day!

Time Asleep Last Night: 03:45
Time Awake This Morning: 12:52
Today's DAR: 5PP

Today I managed to do even less than yesterday, which was amazingly impressive due to my fairly feeble achievements yesterday. But, on the plus side, today was easter egg day. Some apparant religion or other has more important reasons for today, but I leave that for them to talk about, not me.

However, the annoyance is that when you tell people you're not going to do the Easter Egg thing and instead they ignore this and buy you an Easter Egg. And you are informed on the Sunday morning. Thus starts the Easter Egg Marathon! Where you walk around to all the shops within a half hour radius only to find out that they are either (a) shut, (b) sold out or (c) shut and sold out. End result - mass frustration but on the other side, a lot of exercise. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Only a week left until back at uni, I suppose now would really be a good time to start doing some reading and some detailed work on my Gobbets prepration. However, my general thought on this is 'meh'. Gah, this post is so lacking in content and wit and actually anything that it's untrue.

In more irritating news, however, I have had the Alvin and the Chipmonks song stuck in my head for 24 hours. It's quite annoying. I find myself singing it at random. And more annoyingly, that site I linked to either yesterday or the day before had the words for it too; so I can actually sing along as I know the words. Extremely frustrating.

Du, Du ... Du-du-du-Duh!

Time Asleep Last Night: 04:53
Time Awake This Morning: 11:34
Today's DAR: 4PP

If you can work out what the hell I'm on about from today's blog title, then you need some help. I was shown this absolutely supreme website, today, basically a reference page for '80s cartoons, including theme tunes, pictures, and so on. If you haven't worked it out today, here is the full background behind today's title. Absolutely inspired.

The other thing I was shown was a worrying link to a merchandising site for Scooby-Doo. If you think I'm bad, you should really wonder who exactly would buy a Scooby-Doo brand vacuum cleaner. Why?! Or, alternatively, boxer shorts with Scooby Doo on them ... okay, if that's what does it for you girls. You could also get full-size Scooby Doo costumes, for Scooby and the entire gang. Not just in kids sizes too - in adults sizes too. Either there are lots of theatre groups, or there are some seriously wrong couples playing dressing-up games. "You be Daphne, I'll be Fred." Urgh, just the thought of that makes me shudder.

There were some good products too, such as mousemats, mugs, and other things on the same line though, but as I'm saving money I didn't peruse them for too long.

More tomorrow.

Kung-Fu Hustle & Good Friday Rugby

Time Asleep Last Night: 04:38
Time Awake This Morning: 09:36
Time Up This Morning: 13:24
Today's DAR: 5PP

Well, today was Good Friday. Not being of a religious persuasion, this doesn't really mean much to me apart from the fact that it is a bank holiday, and that on top of that we get the traditional rugby league fixture between St. Helens and Wigan. With Wigan in freefall this season and Saints looking fairly solid, it was always rather inevitable, and so it proved with a 48-10 victory to Saints; all good news from my perspective.

This evening I met up with those pesky home friends again. Well, they're not really pesky, but it's a good adjective and one that I've not used for a while. Anyway, we played some of the mighty Halo 2 for a while. And then watched Kung Fu Hustle, which none of us had seen before. To say the least, it is odd. To say more than the least, it's bizarrely strange. However, very entertaining. Yet still without any sense to it whatsoever.

Anyone else seen it able to give some views on it? There's no recognisable plot, just a tenuous series of events to link from one improbable kung-fu action scene to the next. However, that's not to detract from what is a very entertaining film.

Discussing my phone issues, as I did mention yesterday, Chrissi is wonderful and getting me a new phone so all you silly people can talk to me. Or so I have to say, at least. It's an extremely early birthday present, and it is very gratefully recieved. Not quite sure which of the silly people she's referring to; I think she's the only one who rings me. Not that that's a hint for you to all start ringing me 24/7, just an observation.

Anyway, with luck this might mean a new phone with new nifty features - like actually being able to hear the person at the other end, turning on and off when you want it to and not at random, signal that doesn't disappear when you're about to make a phonecall, and so on. Apparantly these 'features' come as standard on most phones now. News to me, they don't on mine.

Despite my somewhat tongue-in-cheek commentary, I am very thankful for that. So good news. Today has been a positive day again. We're now down to a large hill or a small mountain. Scarfell Pike type height, perhaps.

A Note Of Thanks And Explanation

Time Asleep Last Night: 00:52
Time Awake This Morning: 09:33
Time Dozed Until: 14:26
Today's DAR: 9PP

I'd just like to say thanks to all of you who left a note after yesterday's irritated and frustrated comment. Yesterday was a generally frustrating day, and having talked things over and gone over things, they seem a lot clearer today and the problems that were worrying me seem slightly less problematic.

Issues were with finances; money going in and coming out didn't quite tally up with my mental balance sheet and the end result was quite a bit less in the bank than I thought I had, and a few more bills than I thought I had too, and generally lots of irritations to sort out. Then it became one of those days where everything else refuses to go right. The fact that I went to bed so early in frustration is the surest sign that I was not having a good day.

But after a good night's sleep and some rational thought and some sensible advice, my molehill seems a lot less mountainous overnight. It'll probably end up being something hillock-sized, enough to feature on a contour map but not to tempt mountaineers to climb it's edifices. It definately won't have any glaciers, apologies to you glaciologists out there eager to discover this among the mountain I was making of my molehill.

Anyway, I think I've exhausted that metaphor now.

In other news, my phone is almost entirely dead now, it has been dying a slow and painful death over the last few weeks. Any attempts to contact me by it will most likely be futile. I'm looking into getting a new one, but that requires money which I'm busy trying not to spend. Hurrah for cyclical problems.

Thanks again for the comments, even if I only just read them when updating this now; it still makes me feel a lot better, so thank you for that.

Gah

Time Asleep Last Night: 05:03
Time Awake This Morning: 12:42
Today's DAR: 5

Today for me is best summed up as follows: !!!"%&"£*(&"£(*&!"@!")(!!"~@"!((*()#@

Day of Dis-Eventfulness

Time Asleep Last Night: 03:33
Time Awake This 'Morning': 12:34
Today's DAR: 8PP

Dis-eventfulness isn't a real word, you'll be surprised to know. But if it was a real word, that'd pretty much describe the level of eventfulness with which my day has been filled. I've probably not even done that much; that's a bit of an overstatement.

Yes, I have done that little. Although I was quite pleased to discover that Vicky and Tim were bored enough to spend quite a long time playing that silly wastepaper basket game. Which admittedly is quite entertaining.

So in the same spirit, from a day that has had nothing happen, I will give you a brand new link. So welcome to Curveball - or 3D Pong, whatever you want to call it. Regardless, it's pure brilliance. Very fun, very time-consuming.

This One Is [Mostly] For All Of You Non-Uni Friends

Time Asleep Last Night: 05:16
'Midnight' Phonecall Recieved: 06:03
Time Awake This 'Morning': 14:41
Today's DAR: 10PP

Well, today somewhat sucked. Although yesterday was slightly more sucky due to Chrissi being back home once more and more to the point not here. And today I've been moping around the house rather aimlessly once I'd gotten up. Interesting thing to note today is that the time of day I got up at is palindromic. Isn't that fascinating? No, I thought not either.

In the evening though I went out for a drink and a convivial chat with some friends who are non-uniesque, i.e. they are from home. Apparantly this blog is too focused towards the uni-friend readers (i.e. Emma, Tim, Vicky, as you three are the only three who actually read it). Apparantly others read it too but find it too boring to bother continuing to do so. I can't think why. Anyone else reading this would be amazed at the exciting ways with which I fill my days. And be even more amazed at how I manage to fill entire days with the sparse actions I do.

So I'll be interesting and talk about Woking. And Knaphill. And my friends here. So hello Mark, no you are not gay, you are just in touch with your femininity or metrosexuality or whatever else you want to call it. Chris, you are not at all strange and good on you for still being the only one of us who can drive. Mike, um, you'll not be a temp forever? Paul, Mark says he wants to live with you and apparantly he also says you're marrying my sister soon and can he be a bridesmaid? Interesting stuff indeed.

See, a blog tailored just for you.

[For those of you reading from uni all confused, well, you will be. The individuals discussed above are my friends, although whether they describe me in the same way I'm unsure. Paul is not actually dating my sister, but simply someone with the exact same name. They went to the same college in the same classes and confused the teachers. Strange but true. Mark is not gay either. Perhaps. Mike looks like a fish and Chris once played Aslan in a school play and looked like an ewok.]

If none of the above entertains you, play this absolutely pointless game and try to beat my best score of 25. If you do, then you're very bored and need to do more with your life.

Disappearing Persons?! Contact Scooby-Doo!

Firstly, I'm not posting a detailed breakdown of my a-waking and a-sleeping times for the last week. I've figured noone cares that much to be in need of an accurate breakdown like that. That and I honestly can't remember.

For those of you wondering just where I have been this past week, which amounts to about three people, I have been spending the week with my girlfriend, who avid readers and people who actually know me will know is called Chrissi. Or to be more accurate, she's been spending this week with me. Which has been enjoyable, very nice and similar. And as of such I have been much too busy (insert your own innuendo here. Come to think of it, that in itself was an innuendo) to be updating my blog regularly, or indeed at all. It's not that you're not interesting, it's just that I pretend I am. Although I'm not. That or I'm afraid my girlfriend may be slightly disturbed to watch me type this random babble. It's bad enough to have to hear it. Honestly.

So yes, an interesting week was had by all. And I'd like to point out that despite Tim's triumphant talk, his Pigeons XI capitulated horribly against the mighty Thid Floor Ponderers, who won by a dominating 127 runs, making 354-2 in their 50 overs, and bowling out the feeble Pigeons batting line up for a meagre 227 all out in only 43.4 overs. Tim should be disgraced.

In other interesting news, I've been told I obssess too much about Scooby Doo. I seem to quote from it more than I should. Or say something random, wonder where it's from, then realise. Or hum the music from the chases. Overall, it's all fairly worrying. I was quite excited, however, to discover one of the comic strips of Questionable Content does actually discuss Scooby Doo in passing. I think I linked to it before, but I'll do so again for good measure, so go here to see it. If you don't read QC, it is a good read. Passes two minutes of your day. AND on top of that, there are the archives to read through if you've not read it recently.

I've also recently been reading Nothing Nice To Say, another webcomic which is focused more on the punk-rock scene than it is on the indie scene that QC looks at. Talking about that makes me want to discuss the Less Than Jake gig I was at with Chrissi on Friday, at the Astoria, which was excellent. They played a good set, featuring some real older tracks from Losing Streak - Johnny Quest Thinks We're Sellouts, Dopeman, Automatic, Sugar In Your Gas Tank, as well as the absolutely superb live How's My Driving Doug Hastings? Along with this, they played some of their best material from the more recent albums, including their supreme track All My Best Friends Are Metalheads. If you've not heard it, go listen to it. Now. That's an order.