jayseven

Back from cinema (Push)/pub/mate's house. Played lots of PS2 (Buzz, Tony Hawks...) and was quite fun - time dissapeared rapidly, so I'm ognna stay up and watch dollhouse and srah connor chronicles and DRINK MORE! Only four spelling mistaesk per post so far. Pantsu Man!; You not enjoying your course? What did you switch to? Sorry if I missed the post. Well done on the acceptance in the placement. If you don't mind me asking, how does your girly feel? Exiting a group of friends? Bold move! The future is blossoming. Are you basically saying you're having more fun than your current friends are able to provide/comprehend? We're young, and that's not really that bad a philosophy.

This thread is going to get locked for nonsense and/or general spam.

BACK from juggling/etc. We had 4 new people and I ended up in our rival uni's club staring at idiots who don't know how to dance. There was ONE hot girl in the entire place and she was perpetually consumed by some ugly 6-foot fucker, so I didn't even give it a try. Now I'm trying to stay awake long enough to drink a can of cider and watch 30 rock before I go to sleep and remember that I was supposed to email my tutor a draft of an essay. FUCK. man, I can't believe you failed. I hate you so much, you can't be my friend any more. SERIOUS NOTE! 2nd is way awesome. Means someone preferred the other guy personally, but also means they thought you were good for the job. You've looked the hardest for a job since you left uni, so this'll be nothing in no time. Mega hearts.

Ignore everyone who hasn't listed Braid at the top of their list. A prime single-player game that will have you cursing and praying before you thank the gods. it doesn't offer much replayability, but it is seriously one of the defining games of this generation. Castle Cashers is a game of utter charm, and when played with one or two fellow mates (or three, if you're rich enough to afford them all) it really develops another layer of co-operation that cannot be missed. I would seriously not listen to letty about Rez HD and ikaruga; in some ways both are massively short games, but also games that defined the previous generation (that, admittedly, should be experienced by everyone). You should state what your main aim with your xbox is -- co-op funsies, massive gamerscore or just general exerpience-a-game-that-i'ce-not-experienced-before. There are, indeed, severe differences.

You had that bookmarked, didn't you?

You have a weak point on your app? PHIAL! What mundi said. Sure it's your tonsils and not your uvula?

Wow. I've not seen any examples of extremism in my time at school. The link also says similar guidelines have been sent to uni's and secondary/primary schools (lol wtf 9 yr old taliban! etc) so I don't know why they focused on the college aspect. I suppose they're covering their backs, but... well it's just mental.

Congrats King_V, on making the decision. It's not easy to admit everything is not ok, especially in your first relationship. How long were you with her? Forgetting your birthday and ignoring you on valentine's isn't very nice at all! From my own personal, limited experience, your first relationship sticks with you for a fair old while. I haven't even seen my ex for about 18 months and it still gets to me sometimes; things still come up that bring back memories, and it's always easier to remember the good times and not the bad. I don't know about you, but I learned a lot. I learned what I can take and what I do not want to go through again. I think it just gets harder from here-on out.

I'M AWAKE! Went to bed at about 8pm last night. All my dreams were Left4Dead inspired. It was really, really awesome going to sleep while it was still dark ^_^ Had some COFFEE as soon as I woke up. Starting to learn how much to use! I want to make a sandwich or something but I don't want to wake shorty/nami up, so I'll wait 'til breakfast time proper before I eat. TODAY! I must get some work done. There's a Ska night that I'd like to go to, so here's hoping I get enoough whipped up... Haha - excellent. As fish says, the cop bit was awesome Good list (but why the cucumber! I HATE CUCUMBER!!!). I've got some jalapeno hummous, houmous, hoummous or hummus which will do nicely. Crisps is an excellent choice! I'll grab a massive stack from a cheap-o place. I've actually got a pack of unopened rice crackers in my cupboard that I bought when we first moved in 18 months ago... I do like them but I just never get around to eating them... I'll often not use a full jar of pasta/curry/chilli sauce, they become excellent bread dippers afterwards. Awesome idea - I definitely need to whip out my toased sandwich maker and experiment again. That is not enough.

I really hope that demo's don't come with achievements. They're free so it'll really encourage whoring, and just become a bit of a joke. I can understand that they want to keep their gamerscore idea innovative and ahead of the competition, but they should be encouraging unlockable content rather than arbitrary ways to get more points -- stuff like extra avatar clothing, maybe free arcade/classics games if you reach a certain score, free themes...

Could melt it into cheese, lea & Perrins styleé? I'm digging your sandwich choice there - like the italian BMT i have when I subway.

No, seriously, I kinda have done it already. I really need to do what I said I'd do in that thread, too.

Spelling mistakes, bad punctuation, poor grammar, leftover http... job of jobs! I keep hitting walls. It's Never Just A Holiday I have a good friend who is going on holiday soon. He wants me to look after his fish while he goes away, but while he was convincing me we divulged into a discussion about the difference between what we perceive to be controlled changes in our lives and those factors of which we don’t feel we have any control over. I started writing this about ten minutes ago, because of the conversation we had. I always sit down and want to write ever-so-badly, but all the points and things I want to mention swarm around in my mind. The unfinished stuff I squeezed below here is a concoction of a few sources. First was just the idea of each thought being a fish, following-but-not-really-following each other in a flow that doesn’t seem to have a beginning or an end. Then the meta-narrative part of me recognised that each fish is a separate entry made by my subconscious. Some of them eat up others, some swim away, but most just float around aimlessly. But the recognition that to some extent, the thoughts in my head aren’t my<./i> ideas led to me imagining that someone, somewhere, knows what the thoughts mean. So that’s the basis; a guy is about to look after another guy’s fish, but an off-hand comment about it being a holiday for the fish, too, is just another excuse for the duo to act out a rhetoric charade that, of course, occurs in all our minds zippity-zappidly fast but also, primarily, is an idea my subconscious pinched from plato/aristotle. The fish owner knows the answers. He knows the route to get there and he enjoys steering a conversation, or perhaps just reacting with the right criterion needed to keep the discussion going until, eventually, it hits the spot he had aimed at all along. So I needed to create a winding story that should hopefully mislead the narrator enough so that he forgets what the original opening was, which usually acts as a nice surprise pay-off for the reader who may think “hey, I remember wondering about that!”, which leads to them thinking they r smurt. Durr. Not my point – my point is that even that ‘idea’ was taken from elsewhere. Like, for instance, I just watched Taken, where something arbitrary at the start recurs at the end just to tie it up, when in actual fact this ‘bookending’ structure was entirely unnecessary to the plot. Returning to the start of my tangent; fish. I was having a discussion with a good friend the other day about his fish. The fish, he said, were supposed to be a calming influence. I was about to retort by saying “ah, but you’re the calmest person I know!” before I did the maths. Instead, I chose to say “ah, so why do you need a holiday, then?” gleefully hoping I’d have him stumped. Just like with the flick of a coin, or whether the sun will actually rise tomorrow, with chess you go on past assumptions, on proof or theory. What makes chess so great is that the victor is the one who paid more attention to their opponent’s moves than the opponent did. Because it isn’t an exact science there is a puzzle to be solved, but the puzzle isn’t necessarily what would the best move be for them to make?, instead, most crucially, it is what is the best move that they can think of? The game progresses from the simplsitic rules laid out before all into a game of whom knows whom better. Is it cheating if you know how to defy your best friend? But he was unstumpable. Never off guard. Ever the wit ready-weilded. Conversations to him, I am sure, were like games of chess. While routine small-talk about the weather or a gentle interrogation about the night before the morning after were jovial pleasantries, you could tell he was always prepared for the quick shift away from the obvious. I think this is why he asked me to look after his fish. “Well, is it just a holiday for me, or for the fish as well?” he mused. I wondered how far ahead he had thought this one through. So I pondered, cleverly, besides his pond. In the summer months he always raked what I called “willies and leeds”—the scum off the top of the water. I always thought it was the wrong season for that. “It depends on what you define a holiday as, I think. Is it just a literal change of scenery, or is it actually the actual change itself?” “Some people do spend their paid holiday simply at home, catching up on all the fun stuff they never get to do.” “True, but I mean, like… Ok. It’s about change, isn’t it?” He nods. I was on the right track. “A holiday is where you take control of teh change in your life and you choose what new experiences you will encounter. But your fish don’t get to choose.” “You do have a point.” He balanced his coffee on the palm of his hand in between sips; little flakes of undissolved columbian finest instant jostled and jeered back at him. “But the fish, unlike us, is not mistaken in its control over its regular life.” “What do you mean?” He smiled, and turned back to the pond. “What do you think they do in there all day?” “Hm. Eat? Sleep? Uh, swim? I know this isn’t going to be about their memory—” “Correct. For instance; they recognise Kasper.” “What, your brother? How!?” “You remember last summer he needed a summer job to help pay his way through uni? I paid him to water my grass. Now, I never water my grass, but the poor sucker needed all the money he could get and he wouldn’t take a loan, or a gift, even. I remembered when we were kids he would go and water our grandparent’s grass every weekend, while I stayed at home and ate cereal and watched cartoons.” “Yeah. He ahem fixed my perfectly good bike so well that I had to pay £50 at the bike shop the next day.” “Yeah, well… He had that sort of habit. Kid’s watch hasn’t worked in five years and he still wears it everyday.” We both nodded, knowing the quote without either of us having to say it aloud. A broken clock is still right twice a day. “So he watered your grass. Big deal. How does that equate to your fish recognising him?” “Well there were a few things Kasper never told me about the sunday mornings he spent at our grandparents. He probably never would have done if I hadn’t come home and found three of my fish flailing around in the middle of the grass…” “Ah, I think I’ve heard this one before,” I discerned. I pulled out a piece of paper from my pocket, and showed him. “I started writing this about 10 minutes ago.” He took it from me and had a look. I had him stumped. “But how does it end?” He asked, rather uncharacteristically. “I thought you were about to tell me about how a holiday is specifically just a break from normalcy, and its inherant value is from knowing that the change is not permanent; if it was permanent we wouldn’t be able to prevent the stress from becoming overbearing. I also thought you were going to go on about how it’s not where the fish go, but where they think they are? If where we are is only the next step after where we were, then we’re going… to be just fine not knowing.” “Well I thought I was going to reveal some interesting anecdotes about my past that could be generalised broadly in order to strengthen this crazy Zen idea that I had.” He stopped balancing the coffee cup. I folded the paper up and put it in my back pocket, uttering apologies, for having ruined his ending.

Shorty drew it in an msn chat aaages ago. I just doodled over it to avatar-it-up. If you ask him nice enough... he will probably turn you down real nice, too! :P We should just get a room. With aaaall the sandwiches, too. AND MY TOASTED SANDWICH MAKER. I swore I'd never make another sandwich thread... *resists* nightwolf; that doth suck. But if it is a 2 day hangover and not dirty saliva then I'm proud of ya

Pfft, you think I'm some sort of noob?! Yeah boi, Reggae Reggae is always a treat. My staple sandwich last year was cheese, ham, mayo, mustard and - if and when lucky - jalapenos, red peppers and spring onions. When feeling TOTALLY bodacious, you gotta go for some sundried tomatoes. Branston's Ham and Mustard crisps surprisingly add another flavour to the already-hammed-and-mustardered sandwich, and makes it Full Of Win. I AM DROOLING NOW.

It's amazing how many people I know in real life who are talking about BSG and The Wire. Ruddy good. House s5e15, or something Yes, I know, it's a same-ol', same-ol' kinda show but it's perfectly tolerable. This is the first time I have ever watched an episode of House "on time", and I think it's a great Weekly Watch. This week teh patient themselves was actually interesting (for a change), so, uh, yeah. Notasgoodasseasons3and4/10 Chuck e14, but what happened to 13? The whole Ross-Rachel/JD-Eliot/gay-lesbian thing with Chuck and Sarah is getting really drainsomefull, so here's hoping this episode kicked the shit out of THAT. Forwardslashoutoften.

Well I didn't get my mental-reply in time, so freaked out a bit and steered away from the naan. Old people. They're really slow. And they walk around supermarkets the wrong way. And they all seem to need to take their middle-aged daughters with them. At first I thought it was some sort of "aw, let's get our mam out of the house" but now I'm pretty seriously sure that it's actually tha ol' mams who are training the next generation of slow people. The arches of my feet gave way from such slowdom that I was alternating limps all the way home. I think I saw the back of the girl I fell in love with in the street, but to be honest it was just her back so fuck knows. I've also decided to try to like coffee now. I bought some columbian, because their powder is notorious. Invested in some BBQ sauce and Worcester because I'm a student and it's simply not right that I only have five condiments. I also found my mate's fags in my jacket pocket and sneakily had a couple today. Next up is a bbq sauce, cheese, ham and jalapeno sandwich to the tune of 30 Rock (pilot). My day has been surprisingly plentiful with Those Small Moments, which mean oh so little to everyone else. Pip pip!

That's it. I'm going food shopping. My "weekly" (lol) shop where I buy a bunch of food that all goes off before I get round to eating it. Coolness Bears - I'm thinking pitta bread for the snack-wise gamgee, so if you get this message in the next two hours, can you psychically tell me some good things to go with? Otherwise I'll just end up getting regular, non-green bread.

Wow. Happenstance scraped a win to fuck up the top of the table, and ReZ pulled a draw out of the bag against Dyson! Brilliant. Oddy vs Villan was a close call, too. Tellyn looks certified now, but the other two spots are going to be crazy close. So who was serving who, Cube, huh! My next game; got three players on warnings and an injury.

Zomg my stream's just finished downloading for Taken, so I'll be one of the cool kids in a couple of hours Ok so just started watching it and ZOMG! ... They actually sang the birthday song. Robert Redford and Jason Bourne has sex in the back of a volvo and this was born nine-to-ten months later. No women were involved. There must be some sort of irony in this; they've turned a hugely macho movie into a noble one by resorting to the age-old stereotypes of men and women. It's fine to kick, shoot and electrocute men, but not jab girls full of heroin and penises. Ok, so maybe there's some sort of morality thing going on here, I duno... In all seriousness - It was awesome. You can pretend there are a few more layers to the movie than there really are, but I'm sure Steven Segal did pretty much the same thing 15 years ago. I liked it a lot Very tense, very woah-some, and neeson does a surprisingly good job of looking-mean-while-driving-a-car. EDIT: Taken, btw *doi*

Gamerscore of 11191 atm - just overtook Dan Dare! I roool.

Dude - you can't go promising civility. She has actually met me and Dan you know...

Well in a few seasons then those players'll be... er.... older? :| My average age is going to be 28.79 or some crazy shit. BUT THIS IS BESIDES THE POINT! Are you ready for the pain, Cube?!

Good news everyone! Every single player in my squad wants to hang around for next season. Load off me mind.

Once you got to GCSE, PE was split into sections; team games (football, rugby, hockey, basketball, netball), racket sports (tennis, badminton, squash) and... something else that nobody did? Athletics/gymnastics probably. I guess I can't make sweeping statements, but at my school the girls were rubbish at football and rugby (and netball and hockey...), and if you're going to treat PE as if it's not just an extended breaktime (in which boys/girls tended to play amongst their own gendered groups anyway) then you have to 'balance' the class so that there's minimal impact for those good at the subject to be held back by those rubbish at the subject.