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.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
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.
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.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
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.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
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!
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!
Friday, October 27, 2006
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, September 22, 2006
The One At High Speed
Dammit.
Today has been done at high speed for most of the day. I've been racing around like crazy trying to pack - I have to pack twice, firstly to work out what I can take with me and put that in my suitcase. Not helped by the fact the majority of my case is filled with my duvet. Makes it awkward.
Rest of my packing is to be brought later. As per my last blog, my Dad is still in Canada. I have to get to Aberystwyth tomorrow with enough to keep me going for two weeks crammed into one suitcase and one rucksack and whatever I can fit in my pockets.
I am in a minor panic about it because I'm sure I've forgotten something or not sent off some paperwork I should have done or some chaos. I hate running around chaotically.
Today has been done at high speed for most of the day. I've been racing around like crazy trying to pack - I have to pack twice, firstly to work out what I can take with me and put that in my suitcase. Not helped by the fact the majority of my case is filled with my duvet. Makes it awkward.
Rest of my packing is to be brought later. As per my last blog, my Dad is still in Canada. I have to get to Aberystwyth tomorrow with enough to keep me going for two weeks crammed into one suitcase and one rucksack and whatever I can fit in my pockets.
I am in a minor panic about it because I'm sure I've forgotten something or not sent off some paperwork I should have done or some chaos. I hate running around chaotically.
Friday, September 15, 2006
The One At Home
Well, as some people know I'm at home again, as I flew back on Wednesday (leaving at 8:30 at night PST, 4:30 am GMT), and arrived back in London at 3:26pm on Thursday. The flight was what you expect from a ten-hour long flight; delayed for an hour at the airport because the incoming flight was delayed, movies not worth watching on all channels, sitting next to the person with the bad back who has to move every five minutes to stretch, and turbulence just as you start to doze off every time.
Most shocking news to report is that my bag got to the carousel before I did. I arrived and it was already there, just about to come in front of me. That never happens. From the airport I got the RailAir coachlink from Heathrow to Woking (this is amazingly convenient and cheap, too, at only £9 for a single or £10 a return), then got the bus to outside my house.
'Welcome home' has been muted. Dad is on holiday himself in Canada at the moment. My sister, Rachel, her reaction was "What are you doing back?" as she thought I was not due home until today. I was also warned not to touch anything in the fridge as she'd been on a £50 shopping trip. "In the fridge" seems to be lettuce and sliced meat. And one packet of mushrooms. I've no idea how anyone can spend £50 on this. It's weird typing on a keyboard with a £ sign again.
Having got an early night last night, due to jetlag and extreme exhaustion, I got up this morning when I then experimented with what was in the fridge. Fruit juice that had been there a while - when grapefruit juice looks like PINK grapefruit juice when it isn't, it's a bad sign. Apple juice had gone off too.
Today I have paperwork ahead of me. University stuff to sort out, to check where it all ends up and what the letters I have recieved while away mean, probably forms to fill out and the like - at the least, I need to work out where I'm going and when, and what's in the letters. I also have typical spam-letters to deal with too, as my name is alphabetically first I often get the junk mail for the house. Overall, should be a fun day. This is an exaggeration.
I know I'm just talking about mundanities to an excessive level. This is because I really do not feel like talking about how I'm feeling right now. That's pretty much it.
Most shocking news to report is that my bag got to the carousel before I did. I arrived and it was already there, just about to come in front of me. That never happens. From the airport I got the RailAir coachlink from Heathrow to Woking (this is amazingly convenient and cheap, too, at only £9 for a single or £10 a return), then got the bus to outside my house.
'Welcome home' has been muted. Dad is on holiday himself in Canada at the moment. My sister, Rachel, her reaction was "What are you doing back?" as she thought I was not due home until today. I was also warned not to touch anything in the fridge as she'd been on a £50 shopping trip. "In the fridge" seems to be lettuce and sliced meat. And one packet of mushrooms. I've no idea how anyone can spend £50 on this. It's weird typing on a keyboard with a £ sign again.
Having got an early night last night, due to jetlag and extreme exhaustion, I got up this morning when I then experimented with what was in the fridge. Fruit juice that had been there a while - when grapefruit juice looks like PINK grapefruit juice when it isn't, it's a bad sign. Apple juice had gone off too.
Today I have paperwork ahead of me. University stuff to sort out, to check where it all ends up and what the letters I have recieved while away mean, probably forms to fill out and the like - at the least, I need to work out where I'm going and when, and what's in the letters. I also have typical spam-letters to deal with too, as my name is alphabetically first I often get the junk mail for the house. Overall, should be a fun day. This is an exaggeration.
I know I'm just talking about mundanities to an excessive level. This is because I really do not feel like talking about how I'm feeling right now. That's pretty much it.
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