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[Mar. 12th, 2009|09:19 pm] |
Dating conversations at 18 & 38.
18:
“I like the color blue.”
“That’s a good color. I like pizza.”
“Pizza is good. Sometimes I eat pizza for breakfast.”
“That is interesting and good.”
“I like to think about the future. Like, what am I going to be doing next week?”
“That is very interesting as well.”
“And I think about things.”
“Like what?”
“Well, I think the Beastie Boys were right. It is necessary to fight...”
“...for your right to party. I think about that too.”
“We both think about things deeply.”
38:
“Delineate your precise your timeline for procreation, preferably in increments of months rather than years.”
“It depends whether I’d be able to fund their private school education from current liquidity or if I’d require a reverse mortgage.”
“If we were hypothetically married, would you foresee joint checking accounts or individual ones?”
“I think we’d pool basic necessities such as groceries and Netflix but maintain individual lifestyle accounts. Split the difference on couples therapy.”
“Would this be an opportune time to review the details of our pre-nuptial contracts?”
“Fine, but the copy in my purse is laminated. You’ll be able to sign it after our third date--that’s when I’ll be comfortable enough to introduce you to my lawyer.” |
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[Nov. 11th, 2008|07:05 am] |
Well, quicky on the weekend:
FITA 25, 563 with a miss
FITA 18, 580 with a 6
FITA 25, 577 with a 7
FITA 18, 587 with no flinching!
Combined of 1143 and 1164.
Two GB qualifying scores, three PBs, three county and regional records.
Other thoughts - the gym in Braunstone has more posers and fewer steroid freaks than the Saffron Lane one. In all honesty, I kinda prefer having the steroid freaks about, since they're more fun to watch than some pretentious little bugger who thinks 30 kilos on a lats machine and a tight white sleeveless tshirt makes him the strongest man on the planet. On the more positive side, I managed to make myself do an hour of cardio stuff, which is probably a positive step.
Whoop! |
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[Oct. 5th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
The one time I drive sensibly...
Coming back from my parents, twisty road so I'm going slowly. As I round a hairpin bend a fox stops walking across the road and bloody looks at me! I swerve onto the far side of the road and almost miss it, except it steps FORWARD... loud thwack, bump-bump, and when I stop in a pub car park for a shufti it's completely knackered my left foglight. Glorious.
So drive home, checking the engine temperature to make sure the radiator is still in one piece (appears so - gracias, $DeityOfChoice!) and have a quick go at putting foglight back.
Then I found part of the fox's bloody (quite literally) ear in the space where the foglight is meant to go.
I am _so_ happy right now. Years driving like an absolute loon and I'm fine. The one time I play vaguely safe I total a fox and part of my car. |
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[Sep. 18th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
Dear Christ, where did the time go.
Seems like yesterday I was drunk in A-block, howling at the moon both literally and metaphorically.
"Right! Real world!" That was end of an era.
I wish I knew why I get like this. It's not really rose tinted glasses, as it seems like everything that was a few years back was in primary colours. Big, and bold, and bright and certain. Now... God knows.
I got drunk this weekend just gone. And it felt good. It was a sort of a return to more hectic times, where things were a random blur and so much better because of it. I guess a part of it was a desperate attempt to retreat to somewhere where that was allowed... where being still hammered at lunchtime the next day is congratulated, rather than seen as a liability.
It's almost enough to make me contemplate a PhD, apart from the money being crap. Even taxed to hell by a bunch of retards in Westminster, I'm still better off.
I suppose I've been working towards something for the past 11 years, and now I've got there, well what the hell am I supposed to do?
GCSEs give way to A-Levels, gives way to a degree, then a Masters, now ACA and what the fuck do I do next? I suppose by now I'm supposed to be married and have kids or something. I lack colour because of that?
I want to get drunk and stand three feet from a speaker the size of a washing machine again. I want to scream along to Enter Sandman in a club. I want to have that sort of lunacy in my life more often...
Or, to paraphrase this crap; I need to have weekends without accountability more often. I guess I've grown out of The Shirt, and I'm not happy with that. Time to find my wardrobe more often, I think. :-) |
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[Sep. 17th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
Love in a woman's heart
I wanna have the whole and not a part
Strange that this feeling grows more and more
'Cause I've never loved someone like you before
Scooter. :-D |
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[Aug. 29th, 2008|08:40 pm] |
Business Change - 74
Business Reporting - 69
Case Study - 59
Passed all exams, for the last time and I mean it now, ever!
So relieved it's untrue... |
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[Jul. 6th, 2008|07:19 am] |
2244/05/07/08
Well, been a long time since I randomly typed shite into Notepad due to lack of internet access! ( Cut for alcohol ) |
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[Jun. 5th, 2008|06:48 pm] |
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OK, random factoid for the day.
Scales at the gym say I am now 13 stone 13 (195 lbs, or 88.7 kilos).
This is the lightest I can recall any scales saying since I was, coincidentally, about 13, which is almost 13 years ago...
Wonder if 13 replaces 666 as my lucky number? |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|08:27 pm] |
A bit of a thought, I've been pondering for a while.
Custom strings for bows. (Admittedly, my thoughts go towards recurve. I believe that as a compound has greater longevity - around 10-12 months - you may as well go for something that doesn't stretch and doesn't require large amounts of resetting, hence worth it!)
There's God knows how many people doing these things (Greg Hill, SDM, Winners Choice, Bling Strings, Nealys) and I want to know why there's enough business to keep them going.
Miika Aulio is of the opinion that strings need to be changed, for a recurve, roughly every five thousand shots. My experience is that up to about ten thousand is OK and then the serving/endloops is knackered. So, why do people buy them?
A recurve string takes 40 minutes, tops, to make. I've done them in 20 before.
You can easily control the tension on even a cheap and nasty jig, and get the strands even.
To make sure the endloops are centred, and so both sides of the string have even tension, takes about thirty seconds.
Basically, it's easy. A machine, of the sort that produces Cartel strings at 4 quid a pop, can produce really rather nice and consistent ones. So why do you pay 6 to 7 times that?
Both get neat, consistent endloops; both have even tension on both sides of the string, both have a centreserving that (probably) won't move much.
Are you paying that much more for the choice of colour? Make your own, get umpteen out of a 1/4 lb spool and it's the colour you want. Same for material, type of serving, etc.
Laziness? Are you telling me you price your leisure time in excess of 30 quid an hour? Jeez, work have trouble charging that much for my time!
The crux of it is, you are effectively paying more because your custom string maker of choice is putting in effort to make sure it's spot on, rather than close enough. My argument then becomes, why do you put in less effort when you make your own?
Maybe I'm just lucky. My strings take about 100 shots to bed in, and then last up to a couple of years - I have a green/yellow blend in my case that is three and a bit years old, and still shoots very consistently. That's gotta have 30,000 shots on it. I change them a bit more often than that, but even so, they should have died by then.
It takes me sod-all time to make one. I have the materials within sight as I write this. They don't stretch. The endloops separate a tiny bit during shooting in (because I can't be arsed to rig a proper prestretch thing) and the centre serving lasts almost as long as the string.
I fail to believe I am a genius stringmaker. In fact, I'm crap at it. So John Q Muppet is likely to be able to make a string at the same level as me, if not better... yet John Q Muppet pays however-much-that-makes-my-eyes-hurt for a "custom" string.
I don't get the logic.
Dinnertime! |
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[Mar. 10th, 2008|08:51 pm] |
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Trivia: according to the scales, I now weigh less than 15 stone. This is intriguing as it's the first time I've hit that number since I passed it going up around 8 years ago... |
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[Oct. 1st, 2007|11:19 pm] |
Six long months I spent in quincy,
Six long months doing nothing at all,
Six long months I spent in quincy
Learning to dance for Flannigan's ball
Which, from the sounds of it, was well worth it!
New Dropkick's album - initial impression is that this is better than Warrior's Code, just appears to have a better... coherence? "This Unity of Purpose", as GWB Sr referred to the Missouri.
A singularity of punk? Like that phrase, rolls off the tongue nicely. |
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[Sep. 4th, 2007|07:55 am] |
Penicuik:
Very fun, lots of smiley people, generally happy times.
Qualifying both days was a complete writeoff. Saturday was appalling so I decided to try the whole "13th seed is the best place to be because you get the easiest matches" thing and shot my last two just over the three metre line. Met Dave Lange in the first round, that was nice. Ian McGibbon in the second, rather windy, match and he got worse of it than I did; Malcolm Alexander got timed off the line in the next match and so I ended up against Simon Needham in the final. 101 each, he got a 10 on the shootoff and I got a 9. Pretty happy with that because the weather was really rather unpleasant.
Sunday was interesting wind-wise... shot a 110 dozen in the qualifying bit, then the next one was 91 with a miss. Go figure. 582, I think? Eliminations were much better. Beat Bill Murray 110-87 and he was really nice and friendly about it; Keith Robeson (Geordie guy) was 106-90some and again quite fun. Then we had Simon Needham again in the quarters and I got it right. As in, because it's 30 seconds and you're told when to shoot, you time your shots so that the other guy has to shoot in the wind. He got 9 8 6 for his first three arrows and I got 10 9 9. Gap remained to the end and that was 105-101. Then Dave Gregson, who has returned from a bit of a break and is still bloody scary which was 105-103, followed by Mark Forrester (local from Clyde) which went 106-106, and this time I got the 10 ring when he didn't. Just a teensy bit happy there.
We then got drunk. Lots of alcohol, 4 hours kip, drove back to Leicester with sobriety being achieved around Leeds. Feel shattered, and now I've gotta hop because I'll be late for work! |
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[Jul. 20th, 2007|05:34 pm] |
Accounting 73
Audit 58
Tax 63
Business Finance 68
Financial Reporting 66
Business Management 71
Not exactly stellar, I know - but fuckit, part qualified! :-D |
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[Jun. 16th, 2007|08:58 pm] |
Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory,
falling on my head like a new emotion...
Northampton was a little rainy. Rainy enough to make arrows drop three inches on a 50m shot at one point... |
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[Jun. 9th, 2007|08:26 pm] |
Way back when, something like 2003, I think, I had a bunch of ACEs. 18 or 19 of them, come from all over - some off eBay, some from a guy in Australia, some from someone else... odds and ends, mashed together. I fletched them up with some Kurly Vanes and shot my first 1200 with them.
Made MB with them, too.
2005, I hit 1250 with the survivors of those ACEs - I was down to 11 then, one group of 6 and one of 5, with a 4 grain difference so they did actually hit in different places.
Won the SFAA champs, got 2nd at the EFAA/UK&I with those shafts. They were still on the same Plastifletch that I'd put on when I chucked the Kurlies in the bin in mid 2003.
And they were on the same fletchings today when I finally took them out of my arrow tube, pulled the nocks, and put them in the arrow graveyard that is the top shelf of my bookcase.
And I can't help but feel somewhat melancholy about it, like I'm closing a book for the last time. |
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[May. 23rd, 2007|08:55 pm] |
I've been in and around university sports clubs for five and a bit years now. Not that long in the grand scheme, but long enough, and the only time I've ever seen or heard of anyone being actually kicked out of a club is when they got a little sloshed, didn't pay attention, and shoved a trailer hitch through the side of an Aylings 8.
But apparently arguing with someone who is "in charge" is grounds enough. Or, if you do something that even vaguely contravenes rules and intriguingly, HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE by some of those who are now "in charge", you get a letter sent round all the locals telling them that you're a danger to life and limb. Sometimes I despair.
There are more important things in life than petty little squabbling. Even I can occasionally see this. However, not everyone can. I suppose it is a good thing that my Cluebat is well out of reach, I am feeling the need to apply it vigorously to those who are titularly responsible for this cockup, since I figure they've not actually had their own thoughts on it, just some imposed.
What a bunch of fuckwits. Was a good club, once upon a time... |
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[May. 10th, 2007|10:25 pm] |
I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream, I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean
OK, I'm feeling a bit messy inside at the moment. Exams are a tad stressful, and I'm having slight motivation issues with respect to that - did hurdles on Thursday, no results as yet and so I've got no idea what I need to be working on. Highly fun.
Other things... well, life is generally OK. Shooting on the back burner a bit, and I'm making silly mistakes. Did KMAC 70m on Monday, went 306/317//312/301 for 1236. Shot well for the first one, the miss was entirely a brain fart combined with several loud bangs and a wet tab. Silly mistake - schoolboy error, was how it was described last time I had one slip like that, but then there's the fairly convincing argument that there's no such thing as an advanced error, you'd get stuff like "Oh, I'm only a second class archer, but I'm making mistakes at a GMB level..." which is just spackertastic. Last one was down to a bunch of sixes and fives where I'd just lost interest.
I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright, so I'm breaking the habit, I'm breaking the habit
Well, not quite yet. However, I'm going to. I think I do actually need to apply myself a bit more than I have been all around, the studying has come not enough at the front; the shooting has been near the front of my mind, but I've not actually done anything with it. And in addition, I'm eating a lot of crap food. I need to stop that, pronto, and get back onto the fruit-heavy stuff. New month resolution, almost...
Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion
It's raining outside. It smells fantastic. The sound is good too - I can see how a rainstorm fits the definition of white noise, it's utterly unpredictable. However, introduce wind, and suddenly it becomes predictable, moving in accordance with the clouds. PitterpitterPATTERpitterpitterPATTERpitterpitterPATTER... regular.
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning, you're here with me, it's like a dream, let the choir sing
Eleanor (Vickie's cousin) is getting married this weekend. So work won't really happen, although I'll take it with me with the best intentions. BM probably, rather than FR. I'm actually quite looking forward to it... although I'm less interested in the drinking bit - I guess I'm not in the mood for that currently. Could do with getting riotously hammered, but don't have the time or place. Or, in all honesty, the inclination. Not sure what's going on there - part of me wants to wake up tomorrow in my clothes, lying on a floor somewhere, with no recollection of the night besides evidence on the phone, but another part of me simply can't be bothered.
Heh. Vote Apathy, but if you can be bothered we don't want you...
On that note, I've got no idea who won what or where - I didn't vote. I'm registered at my parents, who have a solid Tory majority and so don't need the help, and where I live is full of students who vote Smallfurryanimal Party so there's not much point. I'm slightly disturbed at the proliferation of BNP candidates and those who will actually admit to voting for them. While my politics may be right of centre, I do not personally feel that isolationism and blaming a minority group works well as a political strategy. It does work well as an election strategy in a political environment where there is concern about the future, and that is why I feel worried. The UK economy cannot continue at it's current growth rate, and is due a crash - hence the jacking up of interest rates. What does this do? Well, in any normal, Keynesian model it results in a decline in spending, more saving, slowdown, etc. In this modern, wonderful, happy friendly world, it does sod-all because people have come to accept debt as a way of life. If you're not geared to the hilt, you're just not trying... and when it goes wrong, call Ocean Finance, get an "Individual Voluntary Agreement" which basically says "I'm bankrupt but not going to admit it and not going to pay any of you anything any time soon" and start again.
So that's what you do, having lived and spent beyond your means. And those of us who haven't are penalised for being prudent because we live with the inflation you create that devalues our savings, in the markets you have forced upwards out of reach of everyone who isn't in huge debt, and in the political environment you have pushed to extremes to match the economic tension you caused.
Heh. Weimar on a small scale.
And on that hugely positive and happy note, I'm going to go to bed and dream of leaving the planet. |
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[Mar. 16th, 2007|10:44 pm] |
116
117
119
115
119
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586
Only a portsmouth, regrettably, which means that the 115 in the middle was really dire as opposed to just a bit off. Went 59/56 because I shot one through the clicker and two off only one finger in the back half. But a good way to end the indoor season, I think.
And I'm on holiday! Woo-hoo! Sheffield tomorrow, Scotland later in the week, good times and unwinding beckon... |
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