Into February

It's February now. It snowed on Thursday. The snow went on Friday. Snow on the seafront looks weird. Fact. I have little of interest to actually say. So, instead, as is my usual style, here is an amusing picture to fill the gap:

Striding Boldly Into February

Well, because I was rather busy throughout January and then lazy for the majority of the time I wasn't busy, I never got around to actually writing any blog entries. I planned to do one yesterday so I wouldn't miss out on January. But I never did.

To summarise what's been missed in the past month or so of missing updates: Chrissi arrived fine, albeit in fog. Christmas was good. Generally had a nice time. Chrissi went back, bah humbug. I went back to university. I've spent time trying to work out what the hell my dissertation thesis proposal is and submitting ideas that don't work and trying again ad nauseum.

So, in the absence of a better summary, I'll instead provide a hilarious clip shown to me today, from classic gameshow Catchphrase:

Into The Time Loop

My thoughts for today can pretty much be summed up by virtually the same blog entry from last year - why do people not give you better and clearer guidelines as to what they want for presents? I, for example, produce well written lists with multiple options on them. Other people say "Oh, a book which doesn't actually exist in any section of any bookshop" and the like.

This is mildly irritating. Anyway, most of the Christmas shopping done. The person that should theoretically be the hardest to buy for, Chrissi, was the easiest. In other news, approximately 20 hours until she arrives. Not that I'm counting down, but I am. Nice.

Blogiversary!

Today marks a year from when this blog was conceived and began its sarcastic travels across the internet. Exciting, no?

This marks the 79th post so I am averaging a post every 4 days, 14 hours, 57 minutes and 43 seconds. Exciting. Again.

I'm now at home. Not at Aberystwyth. This is exciting. It is cold in Surrey. Very cold. Surprisingly so. Our heating is now on more so than it was before. The cold has retreated in the face of this awesome power. This is the most disjointed and uninteresting post ever. Three days to C-Day. Exciting again.

I'm giving up in the face of relentless assault from lack of inspiration.

Festive Game

I present to you the awesomer and even more awesome than the previous link Linerider. Build a toboggan course for your stickman on a sled to go down. It's awesome.

Chaotic Calendar Confusion

So, this has not been updated in a while. It appears in addition to the days we've lost in Slumberland, we have now also lost an entire month, the month of November. This is getting worrying.

There are many things to update you on, of which none I can remember, so instead I will witter on about irrelevant things. Such as tornadoes. Tornadoes, I hear you cry? Well, strictly speaking mini-tornadoes. Or rather, mini-tornado. A mini-tornado went through Bow Street on Tuesday, which is a small village about two miles from where I sit in my residence now. This you may have seen in the national newspapers on Wednesday. It was in the Guardian, at least, and according to the newsagent it was also mentioned on Radio 2. How's that for celebrity?

I can't think of anything else to write about. It's December now. If you hadn't noticed. England are being rather inept at cricket. And Sliema Ponderers got promoted in Hattrick, while the Thid Floor Ponderers are regularly thrashing the Pigeons XI in Battrick in friendlies, as well as preparing to get promoted in turn as well come the end of the season.

Besides that ... um ... I can't think of a thing that's happened. This is pathetic. 20 days until Chrissi arrives here. Not that I'm counting down or anything. Hope everyone reading this is well. If anyone ever still reads this, unlikely considering the frequency of my updates.

I'll sign off for now and think of something more interesting to add tomorrow!

The One Where Andrew Actually Blogs

Wow, look at this. A new blog post.

Lots of stuff has happened since the last post so instead of filling people in on what I haven't talked about, I will naturally witter about a load of nonsense instead. This is typical for what I do. This blog post may be unnecessary anyway, as we may have an apocalypse tonight if the Cards win the World Series, just from the thought of Jeff Weaver pitching any side to World Series victory in the clincher. However, if there is an apocalypse, at least it'll happen while I'm asleep so it won't bother me much.

Aside from potential apocalypses, which most people will agree is fairly major news, the other significant news from me is that Chrissi has finalised travel plans to England for Christmas, so will be here from the 22nd of December to the 3rd of January, which I am looking forward to very much. That's my major news of the past few weeks. Apart from that, it's just history.

Oh, yesterday they decided to test the fire alarms in the building. This is not good when they do it for AN HOUR AND A HALF. Every twenty seconds, the alarm would ring for half a minute, and each time I'd think it was a real one because it wasn't stopping by the end, and just as I'd start to get up, it'd stop. Also, my ears were ringing painfully.

Other stuff to pay tribute to - St. Helens are Super League XI Champions. Awesome stuff for the super saints, meaning all three titles of the season on the shelf at Knowsley Road.

That's it for now. I'll come back at another point when I get reminded and write another update. Hope this finds everyone well and the like.

Original New Title

Interestingly, my interesting new title is neither new nor interesting. Fact. I was going to put something in Welsh but the only Welsh I have so far learnt is 'araf' which means 'slow'. Although to me it sounds like something from LOTR.

I am here in Aberystwyth, on Cardigan bay, and it is today wet and miserable. It has been nice up until now though. Besides the weather, there is a steep hill to climb to go anywhere. It's just like being back in Durham. Except with more Welsh.

I've officially registered and have completed all those shenangians today. The history department seems fairly cool, always a plus, and the postgrads get their own office in the department. Fantastic.

I am residing in a self-catered flat in the fantastic Clarendon Hall, with two English people, two Chinese people, one Frenchman, one Indian, one Romanian and one Irishman. And a mysterious Greek guy, but he left. All are male apart from one of the Chinese people, the female one naturally. The flat is interesting and quite enjoyable so far. All are postgrads, as it is postgrad accomodation, scary I know.

Right. I think I'm going to call it a day while I'm only marginally behind. I'll stop here and then I'll have more to update you with the next time I find a shared computer. More to come then from Aberystwyth.