Holy Addictive Episodes, Batman!

Well, if my blog yesterday somehow didn't get spotted for what it was (although the chances of it being read by anyone were fairly slim, admittedly), I have gotten hooked on YouTube watching the classic and unparalleled 1960s Batman TV series, with Adam West as Batman and Burt Ward as Robin. It's unrivalled for how fantastic it is. I've not seen them for years, and they're awesome.

I have spent approximately 18 hours over the weekend watching the various episodes uploaded onto YouTube. They're absolutely fantastic, and are utterly unparalleled. What worries me is that I could remember two of the endings from at least ten years ago. Including the exact line as to how Batman caught False Face in one of the episodes.

I highly, highly recommend anyone checks them out. There are some fantastic lines in all of those shows. One of my favourite lines was a superb one - albeit taken a little out of context - from 'A Horse of Another Colour'.

Batman: 'Your odds haven't been too good this afternoon Penguin.'
Robin: 'But five men against one girl is ridiculous!'
Batgirl: 'Oh I'm enjoying it! Don't bother!'

I also randomly include an amusing compilation video of Batgirl from the show which I found linked from some of the others.

Biff! Wap! Sock! Whack! Kapow!

Could it be? Has our venerable own Slumberland been washed under with a crime wave? Is there more to our days disappearing than we first thought? Is some criminal mastermind behind this? And what are the caped crusaders doing in Slumberland? Find out tomorrow ... same bat-site, same bat-blog.

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!