Good lord, I really do apologise for this mismanagement of this fantastic resource. I knew that I was gonna' regret this. But the deep truth is that since the last post, there was Gozo and it has been NON STOP since that point. So I'm gonna', as soon as possible upload the notes I made in Gozo. So, what have I done since returning back to this fine country? Well many things, as I have already alluded to, but mostly it's College. Ah yes, I decided to go to Newman and there've been some shocking ups and downs, yet I think I'm getting used to it! We'll see. I'm sure the next few weeks are going to be all about college and the friendship circles formed/lost - notably Will who has just buggered off and left us all.
The time is a very peaceful and calm 22:49 and I am sat, in my seat, in the front room typing the weekly news, to future moi (and God knows who else) on the newly downloaded (yes that was downloaded-naughty torrented piece of software!) ‘Microsoft Word 2008.’ I have to report; on perhaps the briefest and worst review of software ever-although I am aware of sinfully dull YouTube reviews-that it is really good, and therefore mildly better than Pages from Apple. I assume this is due to the fact that Word is older and therefore more refined? Perhaps, or maybe I am wrong and Pages is better. I certainly like more the streamlined OS (if that’s the right terminology) from Pages and it’s ease of use. Who knows? Not I. Who cares? Yup, me neither.
Now I move over to Pages ’08. Ah yes, to be at home with Apple is far nicer. I’ll stop this weird shit now.
This week, the highlight has probably been the Wimbledon final (Rodger in record-breakingly long amounts of time won) and sadly, albeit a few weeks past now, the death of the King of Pop (or as the founder of Motown named him: “the greatest entertainer in the world”) Either way, he was undeniably a genius and features in my latest attempt to save money, Granny Paula’s CD/DVD! Soon, I’m sure, it will appear in fragmented YouTube links. Meh.
Finally, as they cart me away, I have one more thing to document. We (that’s the DofE group) put on a race night last night and it was rather profitable. I enjoyed it and the funds raised shall be announced in email after my lakes rendezvous avec mon oncle et tante.
With 1 hour and 5 minutes left of saturday, I made the post. Granted a week and a half after the last, but who cares?
I hope, on a simple side note that you like the new layout/template.
So what's coming up on this random factual dribble? Leavers, Lakes and L-ouse MD (had to make the new Sky 1 show start with 'L')
So, other than the return of Chris to England for Sedburgh and other endeavors with friends and a guilty conscience, the greatest news to report is Danny's: "Prom"... although Prom's are usually in America and for 18 year-old. And you're allowed a date. We drank, sang and leisurly spoke late into the night at the lovely Haigh Hall. I wore a suit from Slaters Mens Ware, Preston with a plum dickie-bow. So yeah, fun and memories for all.
What else? We went to assess the Silver's in their walking trip to the Lakes at the weekend past and I did a great and hard walk over 2 days including a new, more dangerous and rocky way up Blencathra. Overall the nearly 30KM and Blencathra were fun, little team morale builders. But there was a serious issue, Hayfever. I couldn't breathe, talk, sleep nor enjoy camp (or our apparently brilliant BBQ-Will can't cook!) When I awoke in the morning I had swollen eyes and a dreadfully dry throat. A severe reaction and rash on my arms too. The meds and cream did little and I wasn't impressed. What was the key issue for me? The worst fear? The fear that Gozo will carry similar pollen. I don't need to spell out to you what that'll mean!
Oh and I am utterly and completely obsessed with House MD, the programme, not the guy. Enough said, now nap-time.
I apologise for the lack of updates. Due mostly to the extortionate and harrowing hours i have spent slaving over textbooks and cheaply made, rushed keynotes full of dribbled down and filtered factoids about GCSE exams. But partial blame has to be the obviously increasing and unstoppable force of boredom in my life. Now that’s your introduction! [smile]
First on the itinerary is examinations. Ah yes the shake rendering and inducing bane of the childhood, what the past 12 years of education has been leading toward. The G to the C to the S to the Ezzzz. [shivers] Well, just as I should’ve been doing, my ass was firmly placed at my desk for hours and Facebook was ignored-sometimes-for revision. What have I learned… If anything? Well foremost, never ever plough into the exam with a ‘vague idea’ of what you are doing. i.e. answer the question only after reading and reading again! This being the infancy lesson learnt 30 minutes into the English paper 2 exam where i discovered, to dreadful panicking horror, that i had wasted 3 sides completely pointless and useless. I rushed and soldiered on, endearingly but I fear that long sought-after A has slipped between my fingers and run to hide behind mummy. I’ll have to coax it out in college (god that sounds perverse)
Apropos the rest, it was fine and textbook. Fittingly revised and generously answered, I have decent expectations. Except for that damn maths. I couldn’t do the first paper, it was a massacre of my A. But maybe this is ironic justice. If I was to get an A in maths and B in English, who on earth would believe that? Not I.
The prom, or leaver’s do, approaches and dateless (as is catholic code) with a plum dickie and a snazzy suit, I prepare for the big day (forgive the thoughts now inevitably protruding into your head..[pause].. now you know why i opted out of the salmon cravat). Haigh Hall is the venue and that’s all I can say. In fact, what right of comment do I have? I’m not nervous, looking forward to the nice meal, gulping the beverages provided and to say good-bye, formally, to Holy Cross. oOo I appear to be squeeming with delight.
Gozo too looms closer and as of yesterday afternoon, the final payment was cast and I am, in effect, on the way to Gozo. Shadowing this news is the results of Granny Joan’s medical results. She has cancer, once more, of the same area. We know it is stage 2 and that it hasn’t presently metabolised to key areas nor organs. The results are in on friday answering if she has cancer in her bones too. We cross our fingers and other anatomical details, hoping that it will be false and that her oral chemotherapy is a success and treatment is responsive and effective.
Finally, if this sounds nasally, I apologise. Hayfever is at its peak now and I am miserable. Not even the GP’s 10 MG of Ceritizine Hydrochloride appears to work. My first debit card arrived in the mail last week and with it I purchased, via iTunes, my iPod a present. Software update version 3.0 with ‘cut, copy and paste.’ Fascinating I know. To be honest, I really cannot wait for the September Snow Leopard OS 10 release for my MacBook. A shiny new operating system for $29, or as it most definitely shall be retailed in Stirling, £29. Please Note once more that this transcript (above) is not the finished piece and the recording varies in length and wording in some places.
I'd like, if I may, to pay brief attention to my exams of the past week. I first took mathematics and RE. Of course the RE was simple and relatively easy, but then again it was always to be that way. Whereas maths couldn't have been much worse. Sadly, there goes my A forever.
On a far brighter note, I think that I did rather well in my English Literature exam. I answered lengthy and well all questions and interpreted the poem at the end correctly. In other words, I think that it's definitely something of a career dans la futur.
Here is that poem, cannot talk more, maths to do!:
Winter Swans
The clouds had given their all - two days of rain and then a break in which we walked,
the waterlogged earth gulping for breath at our feet as we skirted the lake, silent and apart,
until the swans came and stopped us with a show of tipping in unison. As if rolling weights down their bodies to their heads
they halved themselves in the dark water, icebergs of white feather, paused before returning again like boats righting in rough weather.
'They mate for life' you said as they left, porcelain over the stilling water. I didn't reply but as we moved on through the afternoon light,
slow-stepping in the lake's shingle and sand, I noticed our hands, that had, somehow, swum the distance between us
and folded, one over the other, like a pair of wings settling after flight
Owen Sheers
In other news, I went to the dentist this week. God I hate those horrible, mask-wearing parasites of pain. She got some form of wooden stick with a rusting hook on the end and scraped some enamel from my tooth, placcy as it may've been. I won't go into the graphics, but GRRRR I really cannot take that squeamish thing.
Well, I'll go and take a wee nap now... oh the youth of today! Farewell and good night...
Well this week we have the final of Holy Cross life, orals, another go at an old favourite and of course PNE in the play-offs.
School has, at the time of publication, one more day left for myself and I cannot wait to leave. The lessons Mr Brown forces upon me are now 2. I am not fearful of the exams, I have never been better prepared for maths and RE is making sense.
Ms Hardy took me into the inclusion room and made me do my french oral this week-no pun intended-and I think it did go rather well. More importantly though, what were the UMS??? I must find out, maybe I'll schedule a Ms Taylor break-in.
I had another go at dragonfable this week. I didn't think it would be more than a sentimental, short stroll back down the memory but fortunately I'm a fan once more and, although less evangelical, I would assume to be quite addicted... yeah!
Radio 1 has its big weekend presently and I cannot wait for the highlights. I was far too lazy to attempt to get tickets, beside no time what with revision as the only constant in my life.
Fine, this was short, but I just cannot be bothered. EXAMS ARE MY LIFE EN CE MOMENT. We had the english chief-examiner, or as Mrs Rothwell called him: God, to discuss technique. Basically he contradicted the hot potato for A4 and said use 'suggests' & 'says' alongside Boylan's 'implies' & 'because'
It's not like I'm some shrinking violet. No, no. I enjoy music and dancing as much as the next, yet last night at WW I was paralyzed. I seemed isolated. All friends gone, ignoring me and I was stood in the dead centre of the room watching the bands-transfixed. I couldn't even start brief replies with old pals. Why? I have no idea. Perhaps it was a confidence thing, the place was so surreal, the moshpit was just ghastly and pathetically immature, the people were cold and just blatantly ignored me. Maybe, however, I was just tired.
That day I had argued ceaselessly with mother and had to walk to school, getting in just at 10:05 for RE. I had gone to bed at 1 am and sleep past 2 am, awaking at 7 am. I had worked my fingers to the bone in lessons and transcended through all groups at lunch. In short, I was wrecked. I couldn't move at all at the WW.
So perhaps this is a lesson, either this isn't my thing-I certainly wasn't a big fan of the people or the music-or perhaps it needs to become my thing. Maybe I should work harder with friends old? Perhaps not...
Ah well, must go. Orals on Tuesday and exams aplenty on the way. No time for tears!
This week I will lose it over ITV, school returns and I do a Reggie Perrin, I cheapskate authors and find a nifty new blogger feature is just what the gym-man ordered.
In this iPlayer world, I expected after having missed Britain's Got Talent to go on the ITV catch-up iplayer (originally named ITV Player) and find a nice, well synced and coded site with pleasing looks. I couldn't have been more wrong. It is the epitome of all things shit, serious issues here folks. Mainly with the aesthetics, but there is also the useless buffer system. It just doesn't stream at a reasonable quality-certainly not a patch on the BBC's flagship. But this is very dull, and although it took me 2 hours of frustration to watch a below average episode of BGT that lasted 45 mins I shall stop now, saving you a convergence of irritation- It was 6 days ago and still drives me mental- Herbal Twining's quick!!!!
School returned and god I haven't missed much. My friends appear to have fully conformed now to the teenage stereotype-talking nothing other than sex, drugs, music and myspace. Perfectly fine in small doses but my word I cannot take it, it seems that I cannot have a civil conversation with anyone. The question is, am I months behind in hormones or far maturer? Do I want to be either presently, about to enter college and the 'best days of my life'? NO.
Also having destroyed what monetary gain 2009 brought me with the slightly above average Stephenie Meyer 4some, I have resorted to fan-fiction. Very interesting, but they don't flow together as each author has differing characters and of course plot lines.
A nice feature this week is the new site by iMercer, iMercer Gym updated soely by my iPod Touch on my newest craze, get fit-once again years behind the status quo
Oliver did Duke of Edinburgh practice bronze today and finished at 12pm, 5 hours before I did-ouch. And I shrunk away from a party, afraid to go in-I think the maturity question is answered
Sorry folks, I posted mid-week, further magical adventures with moi next week-memory being the largest factor.
Until said thing spontaneously appears on this wonderful blogger, here is my dull, dull view of Twilight. No humour, but some ruddies as I was very sleepy.
On tonights cast; Diving, apologies, dancing, twilight and a deceased member of the clan is remembered. Amongst others, but first... My woes of revision. The exams start formally with the dreaded ORAL on May 1st. If it's possible to soil oneself, shake in fear, throw up violently and blush like a beetroot- in the mind- then that is what my current state is. I cannot seem to buckle down and revise, mind you I've had a hell of a distraction.
Twilight saga became my love muffin the past two weeks. It began with Catherine Hardwicke's adaptation on the big screen coming to DVD and thusly TESCO>>mother's car>>granny's player>>Danny's working memory and convinced me to go off to boarders and with my own funds- not mother's- purchase the foursome. There was no special offer, my special birthday money was brutally massacred. But I couldn't wait. The drug that was the film had me running, blindly at the bookstore waving the Queen's face all over the shop and consquently the till lady- I didn't even stop for a cappuccino at starbucks (the connected store). Wait for the formal review to come, I shall wing it with the odd notation dotted around and post it tomorrow.
I went diving with my group for the first time in 5 weeks, possibly, and did it all right. I even took the mask off and with mind power stronger than an immovable fat man glued to a burger stand I swam 15 meters, then put it back and cleared. That is a milestone and a half my good sirs and sireens. A few days later we were in the Strictly Come Dancing Dance Competition. I danced with Laura Platt and can safely say that our 1.5 weeks of togetherness showed. The other 10 couples had 7 weeks together. Even so we triumphed and came a respectable half way. I have my trophy, collecting dust on a random bookshelf with juicy pride, as it should be.
For the next segment, perhaps it deserves the words conjured on that very day I found out. RIP fella! "tributes sooty; the cat, the friend, the companion, the sausage muncher who sadly is, as of yesterday, no longer with us..." [from facebook-29/3/09]
And this flavoursome, yet bitterly sour post shall be (regrettably I am certain) short, perhaps even minute as I have, sadly, a finite amount of time before I am whisked away to dance at Holy Cross does Strictly Come Dancing.
So what has happened since posts a-past? Literally LOADS. But the brain only has so much functionality when coffee is but the only thing keeping it bloody well ticking over. So in fairness and appeasing to my organs, I shall go slowly and add to this horrific and poshly circumstantial waffle.
I have just realised that 9 lines in and no feature on my present life, just status. See facebook for a better rendition of that! Which reminds me, on facebook I have re-opened the closed (firmly) door that is the All Hallows posse. Damn, but in all seriousness they are a blast. I just wish spotty, awkward and track-suited Mercer 3/4 years my junior would've picked up on this and wound his claws firmly into it's hide. God this post is filled with the most bizarre analogies (!)
Starting at the back-end, of the week is my reading of double cross by malorie blackman and in said thing the conclusion of the noughts & crosses trilogy (which has spawned a 4th book). T'was rather excellent actually, really easy to read an immersable treat, if a little heavy on prejudice of just about every nature in the first two.
I went with Simon's group diving and DID THE MASK THING EASILY. I CAN NOW OFFICIALLY DO ALL MASK SKILLS AND AM NOT A FAILURE!!!!!!!! This deserves a fanfare, and yes: boldness!SUCCESS
Of course there was the secret peek at apple 3.0 for the iPhone, which is thrilling and I cannot wait (mail in landscape, oOo) and I gave up tribal wars- too dull, amongst starting the twilight 5some. Yeah, so that's a summary and a half! Good Evening (now I am the squishy organic bit of: 'murder on the dance-floor' ...)
I must be honest now, my holed mind (yes that's the definition a small and insignificant thing, not literally full of holes- madness) let me down. So much has happened post past post, not least my birthday so soon I shall get started...
This week, Apple launched the new shuffle. I love the looks and general vibe of the thing. It is the 2nd of 4 iPod's to drop the clickwheel. (Instead you control the thing from the earbuds) does this mean that the brand is reinventing themselves once more? I hope so, I've never been a fan of that there iconic figure.
In more personal things, I have begun to fear the GCSE french now like some callous and contagious cancerous corn. Why I hear you mutter under your weary breath... well the answer is that, as you full well know, I am on a D in french, once more D. This will mean my results card, thus-far stands at A A A A A A A A D A. Rather irritating and quite a scar. It got worse this week, a double whammy in 2 days when Ms Hardy released the info. of "speaking test is like in April" - that's a fucking month away! Only one fucking month. After a fresh set of pants, I rejoined my set one french friends who mocked the exams "they're easy" one said "I'm on an A*" this impertinent person, who shall remain nameless was but of my french ability at the backend of year 9. It just shows how effective a good teacher can be.
We also paid a visit to the blackpool grand theatre to watch An Inspector Calls, it was very good- but the inspector was modelled on david tennent's doccy Poo. Speaking of the Doc, he hosted red nose day 09 on BBC 1 this week and they raised £52 million. This exceeds last years' by £17 mill. I offered £2.99 of that in the form of a red nose and the red nose album. Islands in the stream feat. robin gibb (as usual) and tm jones, along with gavin and stacy cast rob and the fat, moody other welsh person. It's hilarious. FOR THE NUMBER ONE!!!!!! COME ON!
Finally in this king-size, fully swollen [ampersand] dense post social networking. I'm rather popular now and many a conversation with shy ones has begun. I've even opened the old can of youthy mates. This should go well...
RED NOSE DAY CLIMB UP KILIMANJARO ENDS IN 100% SUCCESS & DANNY, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER GETS PISSED
Now which is the largest landmark? It goes without saying. Chris Moyles, Alesha Dixon, Gary Barlow, Ronan Keating, Cheryl and Kimberly (from girls aloud), Ben Shepheard, Fearn Cotton and Denise Van Outen where led by ace dude Rajj up Mount Kilimanjaro. They made it in little over a week (8 days). They managed to raise, for comic relief, a whopping 1 and a half million pounds, with the Moyles Radio 1 faithful making up more than 1.35 million of this. Utterly outstanding. Whatsmore, Chris' efforts have got me thinking that perhaps I need to train for this D of E. I was, after-all, in both expeditions haggled by lack of fitness. So 20mins at least, per day, on the bike and 150 push ups is the extent of my workings- NO, a chrystalising thought has just befallen me- my main snack is (by far) chocolate. When I was off chocolate, no training, I lost 1 stone. Since returning, for no reason other than lack of willpower, I haven't lost a pound and actually gained 4. NOT GOOD. So as of monday this week (tomorrow) I shall return to my fast of cocoalessness.
Another arguably large leap into the unknown was Emma's party! It was fantastic and I enjoyed every minute. I got Pi&*$d to say the least and loved it. Well, I guess I'm growing up. AWWWW.
Well I guess all's I can type now is the fabled tradition of italicised pleasantries;
This week has been filled with so much varied things, I cannot possibly mention it all- so I shall.
To begin with, monday was the first day back at school and of course was, by default, the worst day of my entire life ever purely for that reason. Tuesday we stayed behind for an additional hour for the first of a set of lessons with an irish, queen dancer who was just too quick and over the top. My partner, mrs Conolan was equally annoyingly good at her controlling speed. The rest of the week saw the death of Pauline from Eastenders and terminally-ill Jade Goody wed, become bed-ridden and start hallucinating. So very sad, yet most people at school still detest her. I, personally, had no time for Mrs Goody as a very, very depressing news was uncovered; Ivan Cameron (son of David-leader of the opposition) died in hospital-aged 6 of his disability. Such a dreadful news. However as a kind of small jubilation for me, this disability was researched by me and I uncovered that perhaps in the distant future Barack Obama's favourite new science toy stem cell research may be able to cure this. Who's against said scientific advancements? The vatican OF COURSE. And this week they unveiled their ridiculous theorem; woman are greater sinners than men. I really hate these dusty, old gits for men. A point expressed this week on my facebook.
I think that, due to my ignorant and short posts recently, I should release this earlier and make it long. Plenty to talk about, just.
It's safe to say that my confidence with a mask and snorkel have vastly improved in the past bakers fortnight (I'm sure I just invented that analogy, but whatever!). I actually managed to spend a whole half hour underwater-without surfacing. I was so proud. We tackled free-flowing regulators where we have to 'sip' the air, so very surreal, and fin-pivoting. Neutral buoyancy is easier than it seems (the added bonus of swattilly reading up before hand helped immeasurably) so too is cutting off oxygen and reaching for a panicking buddy. Honest.
I have just returned from VUE and watching on of the most heartfelt, bloody, dramatic, deep, real, shocking film of the decade- certainly my viewing life. (admittedly it began with Toy Story, but that was, after-all a legendary cinematic triumph) Paper Plains, the soundtrack was the perfect compliment. Unheard vocalists (actors)and piecing together an odd combination paper/planes (who wants to be a millionaire?/the slums of Mumbai).
Other things have happened in the week, including Obama 'the saviour' shrugging off a Churchill statue (which I thought damages UK/USA relations deep down. Not to mention the other, fatter saviour, turning 30 ish. This was overshadowed, however, by the departure of Sarah Cox. FAREWELL! Good Evening...
Well I have begun revising for the french tests. Not a moment too soon as I'm 51 days off of the tests and on a grade D. I need to really turn my Achilles heel around. So this week commencing is enrichment week, days of Tai Chi and revised coursework pieces. Not to mention the rowing to Gozo in market walk. Seriously, 2000 miles + on a static rowing machine in 4.5 hours. That's very possible isn't it. As long as I can row 700MPH for 4 hours we'll be great. Perhaps I'll just fudge the numbers... much easier.
We saw a show 'tree of life' from David Attenburgh the other day and it was, in short, fantastic. I love these open university/BBC productions, rich evocative and thought provoking. I even ordered the Tree of Life poster and it'll be with us in 28 days. Can't wait.
Sunday I tried the mask at the baths with father and co and FAILED MISERABLY. Once more my nose played havoc. I need to go this weekend and have a long, hard crack at it!
Today being saturday me and my friends decided to pay Rivington a visit. We walked up to the Pigeon tower and beyond, the wind was utterly mind-blowing. You could almost lie at a 45° angle permanently. Needless to say I am now frozen, was very fun though. However one inconceivable half-wit of a chav decided to kick his dog in the face, with us 5 as witnesses. He began to bleed [the dog] and the man seemed shocked. I have never seen such poor acting "did you bite your tongue? are you OK?"- git. I'm sure that if he had done it again, me, laura and will would have stepped in and sorted this fat, ignorant pesticide out. Pushed the w*nker down the hill perhaps.
Oh and here is a useful link for a nice feature recently added to iTunes. Heard it on the radio is a fantastic little thing that I use mostly to look at the new releases, it goes far further than the top 100 and gives details and recommendations (somewhere). I'll stop this bloody advertising of things now.
Anyway diving this week was such a dramatic improvement, although the no-buddy thing is lonely and miss pushes us too hard. She gave me a snorkel and mask to practice clearing it in the bath. Honestly, I think that the last 4 baths I have had where because of Ms indirectly.
No enhanced goodies this week, instead a rare sound clip, utterly original, of Obama's inaugurations The quality isn't the best thing I have ever put my name too, but the substance of what you would expect is to be found. Forget that, Obama is president. Wow, although the 4 people I've spoken to about it (all coincidently from differing countries-one USA) are of the same opinion: "yeah Obama, but what can one man do" After-all to quote a BBC journalist this week; "Obama is no messiah, said Michelle Obama, he leaves his dirty socks on the bedroom floor", as a spare of the moment thing I also said that Jesus wore sandals and therefore never whift a sock in his life, so 2 cases against Mr Newbie (!)
Saturday we stopped off at school for a D of E planner that lasted for 5ish ours, I have never been so bored. Will and Laura, the life and soul usually of the group were seperately compromised because of the party the night before (which I hasten to add was never invited too) Laura with a hangover and Will, boringly, tired. I've milked that shit as much as I can-eww.
Finally I leave on this, a few days ago Oliver sprained his foot, according to an X-ray he insisted on having. Yet suspiciusly today we were at Aston park (there is a bridge on the way in where Dad's Uncle collapsed a few weeks after a stroke had rendered him with the mental age of a child, and died sadly- he was silent over that part) and Oliver was jogging, running and climbing up frames in the play area! Great, but the doctor said if it was a sprain it would take 4/6 weeks to get back to normal. Suspicious? You judge for yourself.
Ha ha, a great splash happened in the past few hours. In that a plane took off from a new york airport, ran into a set of birds and the engines cut out. The pilot saved the day however, landing in the Hudson river.
Here's the plane going for a dip. I think the fishers are a bit peeved.
Other fantastic details, I finished Angels and Demons-superb, I also finished noughts and crosses- even better. The racial conflict and issues are very worrying and this coupled with a louis theroux documentary (in Johannesburg) made me suddenly feel so strongly about racism that I actually feel disgusted at some acts researched recently. Prejudice is just cold blooded and malicious, there is no other words to define it. The massacre at My Lai is one such perfect example of this (bloody americans).
Why linger in the past and wade through imperfections? I have far more up beat information to inform you of: I am currently on a grade A in GCSE maths. Today I found out that if you couple exam A and B together you get 220 UMS, or for the normal amongst us that's, 4 marks into an A, low A but still as important an A as any other. What this tells me though is that I NEED to work very hard and be very thorough with revision. Hence the top secret, rather cool maths project.
I leave you with this: "In every end there is a beginning" Good evening...
Still here is me posing in electrified Falconreach! Yet more fantastic imagery here as I pose for perhaps... no that's modest my greatest Age of Empires achievement. I lost 13, perhaps 14 men
I guess there are a few things to mention since the last post. Indeed the first post. First there was the macworld keynote that had present a great number of genius' yet not the greatest, Steve. Phil Schiller, stood at the final apple macworld and gave a keynote for 1 hour and 30 minutes, with guest Tony Bennett. He was very good and interesting, and his release of iWork 09 and iLife 09 was fantastic. I just really missed Mr Jobs, he wasn't even a spectator. I presume then that he is much more ill than he is letting on. Anyway, the products look great, I am specifically jealous of keynote 09 and iPhoto's new face recognition, as well as iMovie's brilliant new 09 software that will easily wipe the floor with movie maker.Phil Schiller at the Macworld 09 Keynote. Old Steve would be proud.
The other point is my first PADI diving lesson. I was easily the worst in the group, it was a horror story. I made a mistake with assembly, had to redo and therefore was always a stage behind and cocked up, in front of miss and the group for everything. Damn. I have a point to prove next time.
Angels and demons was finished. 5 stars, fantastic. Noughts and Crosses has been started and is almost as good. Very intelligent and interesting. Another thing was the return of my favourite show, possibly, the infamous Scrubs! I saw it through SurfTheChannel and it was awsomne dude. Monica is on it! Yeah! (I'm in surfer mode)
So I begin with a brief post on what I've done this week. Well christmas is the main item I presume. The visits of relatives, the Gates of Bengal restaurant and of course presents. I'd like to mention my favourite 3 (as the family will crop up no doubt throughout the year.)
Number 3: The Tales of Beedle the Bard by JK Rowling
Not read it yet but as a thoughtful, inexpensive gift from mother it is sure to be a nice read. It contains stories of wizzarding lore, translated by Hermy herself.
Number 2: Angels and Demons by Dan Brown
As I've read 3/4 so far of this novel this shall be brief. I love this book so far, so graphic, so engaging. It is so very much more interesting than the Da Vinci code. A cracking bestseller. This will be picked up on the 7th when I shall have certainly finished this thing. Just wish it would have come with the illustrations, the places are so interesting historically and I would like a visual reference. Number One: iPod Touch 16GB
Family hit, wonderful piece of kit: "The Funnest iPod Ever"
See ya next week for macworld (without jobs, sob) and angels and demons review!
