Time Is Precious
I had a meeting with my project supervisor today at 2.00pm. And guess what? He failed to show. Now we have been meeting at the same time and on the same day for a month now. So its not likely that he forgot. Instead he was probably too busy sitting doing nothing somewhere else. So I have had a twelve mile round trip, 15 minutes trying to get a parking space, got caught in the rain after I eventualy did park the car and walked fifteen minutes to school, then across campus and up two flights of stairs to Ben's office, and the ****** wasn't in. No email or anything to say that he wasn't going to show. And I have now wasted a full hour writing a particularly bitchy email to the fuzzy haired freak and posting this.
Real time global paramaters set. The workings of my digitally remastered brain electronically streamed direct to your door. My thoughts, pre-rolled. A porcupine of this here mind. Deep fried logic, salt 'n sauce. Flash-frozen, shrink-wrapped ideas. Splinters in my minds eye. Meta-me, conceptual and perceptual. Soapbox rantings and personal politics. Stronger, tougher, faster than before. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Monday, May 26, 2003
Sunday, May 25, 2003
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Guest Post
This one is from one of my friends, so all credit, and spelling, goes to "joe mangle"....
My favorite character in neighbours is without doubt the man Darcy. after waking up from the disappointment of my beloved celtic loosing out by a baw hair to the potugese freaks, i tuned into the miday soap.
this cheered me up:
toddy and darcy are discussing dee on the sofa
toddy:"Me and Dee had a bit of a barney."
"The whole of Lasiters cld hear."
Darcy: "Yehh, she can be pretty vocal when aroused."
well it made me piss myself, its just the way he comes across as a slightly foolish, dased doctor boy but he puts a lot of thought into his cheeky lines. genius!!!
please identify some more, its just luck i had a pen to write it down cos the short term momory loss usually get the better of me.
This one is from one of my friends, so all credit, and spelling, goes to "joe mangle"....
My favorite character in neighbours is without doubt the man Darcy. after waking up from the disappointment of my beloved celtic loosing out by a baw hair to the potugese freaks, i tuned into the miday soap.
this cheered me up:
toddy and darcy are discussing dee on the sofa
toddy:"Me and Dee had a bit of a barney."
"The whole of Lasiters cld hear."
Darcy: "Yehh, she can be pretty vocal when aroused."
well it made me piss myself, its just the way he comes across as a slightly foolish, dased doctor boy but he puts a lot of thought into his cheeky lines. genius!!!
please identify some more, its just luck i had a pen to write it down cos the short term momory loss usually get the better of me.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Arachnaphobia
I have a spider that lives in the passenger's side wing mirror of my new car. Every morning there is a new web constructed between the car door and the window. I have decided to name the spider: 'paul ince,' as in an incyie. Now paul-ince is persistent, because everyday I destroy his web, and he clings on when I drive a ton down the bypass and even sticking the hose in the wing mirror doesn't seem to shift him. The wee bugger.
I have a spider that lives in the passenger's side wing mirror of my new car. Every morning there is a new web constructed between the car door and the window. I have decided to name the spider: 'paul ince,' as in an incyie. Now paul-ince is persistent, because everyday I destroy his web, and he clings on when I drive a ton down the bypass and even sticking the hose in the wing mirror doesn't seem to shift him. The wee bugger.
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Your Comments
After checking my mail box for my blog I was somewhat amazed to find four emails from randoms that had found my site. It was a strange feeling, realizing that people i had not shown the site to had actually read its contents. So this post is just a wee summary of there contents. Comments ranged from the good:
Cool blog! I followed the most recently updated link from blogger.com because
the name sounded interesting, and it didn't disappoint. :)
To the giddy heights of:
Dude,
your blogger site is mildly interesting, but you really should learn how to spell.
It would definitely aid in your communication skills. Seriously.
Cheers, restless.
And I stand corrected as apparently..........
I believe EC Brewer said it first. ( With reference to Friday 16th)
And the meaning of life is:
it's 42 come on get it right or the dolphins will come to get u
After checking my mail box for my blog I was somewhat amazed to find four emails from randoms that had found my site. It was a strange feeling, realizing that people i had not shown the site to had actually read its contents. So this post is just a wee summary of there contents. Comments ranged from the good:
Cool blog! I followed the most recently updated link from blogger.com because
the name sounded interesting, and it didn't disappoint. :)
To the giddy heights of:
Dude,
your blogger site is mildly interesting, but you really should learn how to spell.
It would definitely aid in your communication skills. Seriously.
Cheers, restless.
And I stand corrected as apparently..........
I believe EC Brewer said it first. ( With reference to Friday 16th)
And the meaning of life is:
it's 42 come on get it right or the dolphins will come to get u
Monday, May 19, 2003
YOUNG SHE FIRM NUMBA FUKIN WAN!!!
At first when my mate gav sent me this address, I thought its so bad that it has to be a joke. I was sure it was a well crafted piss-take of the highest order. But no, sadly not. A quick look at the photos of the troopz and troopetz is realization that this is indeed very very real. I suggest you take at least five minutes to have a browse.
At first when my mate gav sent me this address, I thought its so bad that it has to be a joke. I was sure it was a well crafted piss-take of the highest order. But no, sadly not. A quick look at the photos of the troopz and troopetz is realization that this is indeed very very real. I suggest you take at least five minutes to have a browse.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Friday, May 16, 2003
The Blind Beggar
Quality name. Quality establishment. Quality local.
Corrigan took us to perhaps a new breed of 'urban bar', Edinburgh's only biker pub- The Blind Beggar. Complete with; ten bikes outside, two inches of dust everywhere, broken glass on the window sills, Isle of Man TT posters on the walls and assorted pieces of perfectly polished random bike parts aimlessly scattered about. In addition a mock zimmer frame type contraption in the toilet constructed of half a moped, L plates, stabilizers and zimmer frame. And the jukebox, doesn't even need mentioned. Iam sure all the locals took kindly to us especially when Redpath put on a guiness hat, that he found, and started loudly slagging the place off. Good pintage though. And they sold Niall a carryout after hours.
Quality name. Quality establishment. Quality local.
Corrigan took us to perhaps a new breed of 'urban bar', Edinburgh's only biker pub- The Blind Beggar. Complete with; ten bikes outside, two inches of dust everywhere, broken glass on the window sills, Isle of Man TT posters on the walls and assorted pieces of perfectly polished random bike parts aimlessly scattered about. In addition a mock zimmer frame type contraption in the toilet constructed of half a moped, L plates, stabilizers and zimmer frame. And the jukebox, doesn't even need mentioned. Iam sure all the locals took kindly to us especially when Redpath put on a guiness hat, that he found, and started loudly slagging the place off. Good pintage though. And they sold Niall a carryout after hours.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
3.14 - Message To Self
Hmm, Iam beginning to wonder what's the point of my web blog. Its original conception was, and I suppose penultimately still is, to publish my abstracted, distracted and lucid thoughts. But I am increasingly finding myself asking Why? Why bother? From having looked at a whole varietable cornocopia of other peoples sites and witnessed the mundane shite, terrible poems and utter banal banter that said people have chosen to express, to me seems to beggar belief. What I find most tiresome is "dilemas", you know the sort, such as "ohhhh mi god ohh me god i talked to someone else today, and it wasn't on msn", or : "i like x, but z, and y and j said...." Or commets about the weather. Iam fully aware of the "If you dont like it here go fuck yourself" attitude. And fair enough. You play your own tune. However, Iam still left contemplating the point. But then is there a point? This gets me thinking of the Python's 'The Meaning Of Life' and 'The HitchHikers Guide to the Galaxy', neither of which I have seen recently, or in fact in there entirety, but Iam sure both some up the meaning of life as a number, 32 or 34, or is it 62. It matters not. If the meaning of life it 32 then I dont get it. Maybe, the meaning of life is not entirely clear even if you look at it from a different perspective. Which makes sense. Now, Pi, (3.14345 whatever), the film by the guy who also did 'Requiem For A Dream', is essentially about a scientest/mathematiciam who finds the number that represenst the pattern of life, 3.14. Now, we have a number that not only represents the meaning of life but is also the pattern that causes its apparent generation. And the scientist guy who discovers this number equation, and suffers from headaches, reminds himself of his thoughts by writing messages to himself in the form [time, "Message to self..."]
I suppose then that my posting are messages to myself to remind me what I had thought on that day.
Oh, and by the way, go fuck yourself.
Hmm, Iam beginning to wonder what's the point of my web blog. Its original conception was, and I suppose penultimately still is, to publish my abstracted, distracted and lucid thoughts. But I am increasingly finding myself asking Why? Why bother? From having looked at a whole varietable cornocopia of other peoples sites and witnessed the mundane shite, terrible poems and utter banal banter that said people have chosen to express, to me seems to beggar belief. What I find most tiresome is "dilemas", you know the sort, such as "ohhhh mi god ohh me god i talked to someone else today, and it wasn't on msn", or : "i like x, but z, and y and j said...." Or commets about the weather. Iam fully aware of the "If you dont like it here go fuck yourself" attitude. And fair enough. You play your own tune. However, Iam still left contemplating the point. But then is there a point? This gets me thinking of the Python's 'The Meaning Of Life' and 'The HitchHikers Guide to the Galaxy', neither of which I have seen recently, or in fact in there entirety, but Iam sure both some up the meaning of life as a number, 32 or 34, or is it 62. It matters not. If the meaning of life it 32 then I dont get it. Maybe, the meaning of life is not entirely clear even if you look at it from a different perspective. Which makes sense. Now, Pi, (3.14345 whatever), the film by the guy who also did 'Requiem For A Dream', is essentially about a scientest/mathematiciam who finds the number that represenst the pattern of life, 3.14. Now, we have a number that not only represents the meaning of life but is also the pattern that causes its apparent generation. And the scientist guy who discovers this number equation, and suffers from headaches, reminds himself of his thoughts by writing messages to himself in the form [time, "Message to self..."]
I suppose then that my posting are messages to myself to remind me what I had thought on that day.
Oh, and by the way, go fuck yourself.
Monday, May 12, 2003
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Hail To The King Baby
Heres tae us, Wha's like us,
Damn few, an they're a' deid
Iam currently reading 'How the Scots Invented the Modern World', by Arthur Herman.
"The true story of how Western Europe's poorest nation created our world and everything in it." Funnily enough, written by an American, and not all together subjective, but interesting none-the-less.
Heres tae us, Wha's like us,
Damn few, an they're a' deid
Iam currently reading 'How the Scots Invented the Modern World', by Arthur Herman.
"The true story of how Western Europe's poorest nation created our world and everything in it." Funnily enough, written by an American, and not all together subjective, but interesting none-the-less.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
Friday, May 09, 2003
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Thursday, May 01, 2003
May Day Elections
Just got back from the polling station and have checked my choices for the local council, region and Scottish Parliamentary elections. Iam quite tempted to say who I voted for, but I wont. Needless to say that I did not vote for either of the two main parties who advocated the recent war. Jack McConnel and his Labour cohorts supported Bush and Blair's war unerringly and believed the war justifiable when only a few dozen pulled down a statue. Many belived that it was "not the Scottish paliamnets duty to discuss Iraq" (Rhona Brandkin - Conservative)and that we should leave it to Westminster. So withhold your vote from the parties that supported war.
-Dont Vote Conservative.
-Dont Vote Labour.
Just got back from the polling station and have checked my choices for the local council, region and Scottish Parliamentary elections. Iam quite tempted to say who I voted for, but I wont. Needless to say that I did not vote for either of the two main parties who advocated the recent war. Jack McConnel and his Labour cohorts supported Bush and Blair's war unerringly and believed the war justifiable when only a few dozen pulled down a statue. Many belived that it was "not the Scottish paliamnets duty to discuss Iraq" (Rhona Brandkin - Conservative)and that we should leave it to Westminster. So withhold your vote from the parties that supported war.
-Dont Vote Conservative.
-Dont Vote Labour.
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