Tuesday, 31 August 2010

Well, it would appear...

Hi! How are you? I've not been here a while...

Goodness me, don't you hate it when you have a week of doing nothing, followed by a week which has too much stuff to do?

Now, those of you who know me, it's nothing to do with packing for Uni or anything. I am mostly packed for that, as it all went up in the attic as of June. But its just, last week saw me doing almost nothing everyday.

But as it's already Tuesday I have to inform you, that I have been to Cardiff twice, B&Q, had two BBQs, and played enough hours of video games that my brother would happy.

Why so busy, I hear you ask? Well, the truth, I don't really know.

Also, I have become a comforter for new First Years, though I didn't know it. It all began a week or so ago. A Message on Facebook from a person named Leela Homewood. It appeared that she was fretting about her newly chosen course of Creative Writing at our well established institution. Though I have, hopefully, reassured her, and fulfilled my job.

I like helping.

But to do with writing...

It would appear that the thing I mentioned I was writing blindly without any idea what its about or how it'll continue and end, now has an ending in my mind, though I haven't written it since. I have, however, been comfort writing as HB Sauce put it.

A Note on Comfort Writing: What do you think it means? Thought about it? No? Well I'll tell you then. Comfort writing is writing in your original and most comforting comfort zone, for instance mine is the genre Fantasy. It's where I started, it's what I was writing before entering University, and it's what I have not written properly in two years. Mad isn't it?!

I don't know where to continue this. Erm...Scott Pilgrim Vs The World was an amazing film. If you get the chance and have a longing to see a film with loads of gaming references, then that's definitely the funny film of the year for you.

Ah yes, I know, I haven't really got a hobby I was just thinking today. I used to have loads, each as geeky and innocent as the next. So I was thinking, thanks to HB Sauce, that I would start Wargaming again, painting my own models and the like. What do you think? Too geeky? It's something to fill a stressful time. I don't know...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

Sunday, 22 August 2010

Its Been Too Long...

When, I haven't done one of these in a while...

Busy times, busy times. I wonder when I can get back the Uni, just so I can have a rest. When at home, the work is never done. And I don't even get paid for it. I cook, clean, and garden. I'm a handy man for my Mother, with more than less skills than an ordinary handyman.

The weather in Wales this week has been atrocious. It have been 20-degrees (that's C not F my American readers), and it's been non-stop rain. Luckily, today, the heavens have sought-fit to grant us one alright day where the heavens shall not shower down and smite us. Also, it's a good day to do the washing and drying.

I'm not saying I hate the rain. Even on occasion it has been know that I, quite literally, go dancing in the rain, given the right circumstances. I quite like the rain. As I was telling HB Sauce just the other day, she liking the sound of the rain, I described it as: 'the skies falling, but not', 'the sound of shooting stars', 'of fiery drops on the stone and leaves'. Okay they're not that good, I was tired, but they sounded good at the time.

I hate walking in this temperate topical climate of ours. It's like wading through a bog and you can literally eat the air for a breath.

Anywho, walking, blisters, achy feet, and sushi.

Friday, not wait, one more thing to say...

Thursday, HB Sauce and I are already and planned and packed to venture up to our friend Smeccles' 21st Birthday Party on the Saturday. Thursday evening, HB Sauce's car breaks down. Fate we thought. Smeccles must be disappointed in us, unable to travel up on the Friday either because of our previous engagement. So, yes we couldn't go.

A note on the weather: I know that Smeccles' Party would have been awesome and everything, and people who made it would have had a great time. But the weather would have spoilt it for me I reckon. I remember the conversation me and he had about it. 'It's going to be torrential throughout the day, is camping a good idea?' I said. We'll be fine, it says light-rain in the evening so everything will be fine.' Does anyone else see the confusion on my face?

Anywho, Friday. HB Sauce and I ventured to our great Capital of Cardiff. A fun day was had by all. We shopped, and wandered, following our feet the entire time. And then she invited me to a sushi bar. This was, by far, a great thing. The food is already cooked, there's no wait, and it arrives on a conveyor belt! It's like the future. There was only one problem I could foresee, I didn't know what to have, so I just started taking things and eating them, regardless. It all looks soo good. Thanks HB.

So now I can rest, safe in the knowledge that my belly is full and my feet are resting.

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

Friday, 13 August 2010

The Typo Goblin Strikes Back...

Well, I tried to write again last night...

Recently, as I have thought, my writing has not been on it's usual mediocre form, and last night just took the biscuit. A friend of mine, Miss HB Sauce, has been writing a short story this week, and has told me that she's going to expand the universe of the short story with more short stories about the same place. And this got me thinking.

'Perhaps if I write some short stories and they'll will get me back into writing my main stories, and so on...'

This did not go well.

I wrote just over a thousand words, and I worried that (because in my head it was starting to sound like a Terminator Movie - Hi Tag!) I was writing like a certain franchise that I didn't want it to sound like at all.

I am assured, by Miss HB Sauce (who I was in constant conversation with - and she already knew the story I was trying to get back into writing), that it was quite bad - as my suspicions had be aroused. Yes, it wasn't good, and I knew it. Holes at every corner, a mundane main character, and just no real story. Poor, poor story writing. Perhaps I'll stick to Poetry? Who knows...

On a sort of similar literary note I found this wonderful little poem:

The Typo Goblin

I am the Typo Goblin, my heart is made of flint,
My role in life is simply this: to keep you out of print.
I sneak into your manuscript and do my fiendish work,
Adding errors guaranteed to make you look a berk.
And then I cast the ‘Careless’ spell: you say, ‘Ah, what the heck!’
And pop your script into the post without that final check.
At length some hapless editor receives your golden wit,
And after reading fifty words he writes it off as ... unpublishable.

- Michael Shenton

Cool or what?

Anywho, shooting stars litter the skies and over the past few nights, upon glancing up, I have seen about twenty. How awesome is that?! So many wishes. Back to writing I go...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I need more blogs to read people - you know who you are!
P.S.S. Something to start you off: Who is the ONE Person in History you would like to meet?

Thursday, 12 August 2010

Time to be Unlike Me...

Let's start with something very like me.

Yesterday I part took in a day of Lord of the Rings puns, food, costumes, and of course theological discussions. Oh, and also the entire extended versions of the films directed by Peter Jackson which took us from 11am until 2:40am to complete in it's entirety.

And I do say us, for us it was, there was a room of about 7 or 8 of us, and we wined and dined. Choosing our buzz words and playing a drinking game and dressing up as the characters and replaying scenes from the movie.

Of course we didn't do this. But I was Samwise. And we did recite the lines before, during, and after they had been said.

You might think of me and my friends, and sad idiots who had nothing better to do. But in actual fact, it has become a yearly tradition to gather together at Clareg's and witness these masterpieces. It seems that in our yearly schedule we have 3 certain things: Lord of the Rings Day, The Pirate Party, and New Year's at Jess'.

Not sad, just traditional.

Moving on...I have been told to be rather un-myself-like if I can be. Well told isn't the word. I'm forcing myself, since, recently, being called 'predicable'.

Is it wrong that I like to be safe and completely stationary?

Thing's go wrong when I go wild. I break my dad's Greenhouse with my brother's entire being. I break my brother's arm when I say it's cool to be Superman. I stab my brother with a fork at dinner time.

You see. A Wild Me might not be such a good thing for everyone (namely my brother).

Luckily, I'm willing to risk it, and try this thing out. Will you join me in being un-me-like?

I made a few suggestions to the person I was having this discussion with and they were: 'par core, sky-diving, getting pissed, driving, etc'. To which the person replied: 'i'll free run with you buddy we can break our legs together and get fit'

What a bizarre life I lead. So the Sky-diving is booked for Monday...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Oh Goody, A Game...

Yes, it would seem that a certain challenge has befallen me...

I would firstly like to thank Miss Niti Jain (Blog Found: Here) who has challenged me, with this certain game, or sorts. She writes...

'This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.

Some rules of the Game:
a) Show off your honesty by thanking the person who gave you the award and link to their post.
b) List 10 honest things about yourself.
c) Select 7 other bloggers you think deserve this award and pass it on to them.
d) Notify said bloggers about the award and invite them to be the honest ones next.

So, without further ado I will begin with my first honest truth...

1. I am truly perverted in public and in groups and in anywhere that being perverted is perceived as funny or just fun in general to me. And it is always important to me that I enjoy myself or have fun (which sort of explains the not going out to Night-Lifey Places). Which is why I chose Carmarthen - very un-night-lifey though I know it has some. I chose the degree course because it seemed fun. Not because I thought I'd be any good at it, and not because I had done stuff like that before - which I assure you, I hadn't.

2. I am nothing like the person noted above with the right person.

3. I am nothing like the person noted above with everyone. And indeed, I seem to be a different person with every different group or person I apparently hang out with.

4. I am very impressionable. Which is where my accent comes in. I am a Welsh person born, and my parents come from England. My accent is then, as my father has speculated, genetic. He having cousins and such I have never met, and others I have (one being my Godfather), and we all share the same Aunt (my Great Aunt) who seems to always get us all confused on the phone, because we all speak in the same typically Southern English Accent. How bizarre. However, when I am in a room with someone who has a different accent to that of mine, I subconsciously imitate that person's accent, much to the embarrassment of others who know me.

5. I am afraid of the dark. This one might need explaining. I don't really have a dislike of being in the dark. It's probably, more specifically, being in the dark in public, because I'm afraid of the people and things that come out of the dark. A few years ago, my friends and I were having a barbaque in a local park. Everything was fine, except when the local CHAVs decided that they wanted to join us. We packed up, and essentially (Hi Tag) it turned into a mugging. We phoned the police. It took them near 40-mins to arrive and nothing else was done about it. And I shall leave this at that.

6. I have no fondness of being alone. I don't mind being left alone, or being left to my own devices, as long as someone's near. It's just loneliness which gets me.

7. I am a great fan of History, and of knowing how we got to where we are now, and also how other people got where they got when they got and so on. The wars and regals, the standing stones, and the religions.

8. Religion: I would say I'm a Christian. Not fundamentally but I do believe in a higher power. Though I have, and do enjoy, attending the Pagan festival of the Summer Solstice at Stonehenge (the Winter one might be later, but it's so bloody cold).

9. I enjoy nature, and gardening, and cooking, and cleaning (though I don't really enjoy the cleaning, more the everything being clean). I watch Attenborough Documentaries, I grow Pumpkins mainly, not for there fruit - though that is a perk - but for the way they grow. I can cook, though some would argue I can't. I like to cook new things and attempt them at least. And cleaning - note, loneliness and read the bit about being left to my own devices. A touch of OCD goes a long way it would seem.

10. And finally - can you tell I've been struggling with these truths? I'm sorry if you already knew them or they're just not interesting. But number ten...I have no real physical hatred of anything it would seem. A new revelation to me recently. I like everything. I don't know whether it's because of who I am or what, but it's strange to think that I don't actually hate anything. Just look at my taste in music, movies, etc. All varied and what not, and all good (well to me). You notice I didn't say books - I also don't read. I know, strange right?

Anywho...I now have to find people to read and do this. Seven people to be precise and because it's precise I have to use all my followers (because I'm so popular). So...

Tag (because he's already doing one)
Cherrybelly (because she should do one)
Gibbs (because she should be writing her blog)
Mr. Tim (because he should start writing a blog)
Duckface (because she's interesting to say the least)
Brady (because he's funny beyond belief)
And Miss Niti Jain (because she's already done one so should do it again - that doesn't make sense)

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Question: Who is the ONE Celebrity wonder person you would marry and why?

Saturday, 7 August 2010

Sleep Depravity and Solid Snake...

Well, I didn't go to bed last night...

Yep, that's right. Another gaming post. Well, not really. It's just going to be interesting for me to read this when I actually get my 8-hours. So bare with me.

This evening, which would now be yesterday, I went and played video games at Clareg's house. This was probably a bad idea, as, recently, we've been doing this a lot, and it's getting samey, and I always never get any or enough sleep when I go there. I don't know whether this is a good thing or not.

Oh, by the way, if you were wondering, I've been to the doctor's and he has told me that I probably don't have a brain tumor (much to my brother's disappointment). Instead, I have some such infection, which is actually causing my left-sided symptoms (I've had a headache since Monday - ARGH!).

Bah! - I don't know. Video Games. Chinese. Sport. 14-hours of Gaming. Is that sad or what?

Halo's fun, so's Super Smash Brother's Brawl! (that's where Solid Snake came in). We spent most of the evening trying to unlock people, and Solid Snake being the last. And when we did - we didn't even play!

Moving on...

Oh yes, I remember. I entered a writing competiton I noticed in the Telegraph last week. Unfortunately, I didn't think the piece was any good, and apparently, and luckily, neither did the Telegraph. So I can always try again next week. But I found a list of Competitions. And it's just good for the motive and money if you have neither (I find - more the motive than the money mind).

I don't know, I'm gonna be trying to win some money. It's not going to be likely, but I'm gonna try...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Tag (Hi Tag) you'd better not win the competition before I do (:P)
P.S.S. Happy Writing...

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

What would you do?...

Okay, this has been plaguing my mind today...

Bare with me, it's not a nice subject, and you shouldn't read anything into it. It's just: what would I do if I knew I was dying and didn't have very long to go?

Would I go the stereotypical way and go traveling? Ignore everything, live life to the full and what not until I eventually went? See the sights I wouldn't ever see again? See everyone I love and party until the inevitable?

I don't know. It's a weird question - and I don't really know what I'd do. Traveling has always appealed to me.

I'd go all over, Paris, Barcelona, Rome, Venice, Cairo, Berlin, Moscow, Prague, New Deli, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Los Angeles, New York, Washington, and then wherever the wind would take me.

I don't know.

How does that sound?

Lonely, I know. Also expensive. I don't really have any money, yet, to do this trip of life times.

So - I have a compromise. As those of you who know me know, I have no fondness of being alone. So I will attempt to gather all of my friends, for the first time, in one place. It'll be quite a task I'd imagine, and I'd pay for their air fare, rail fare, busses, taxis. It'd be hugely fun. For the first time, I'd have all my friends in one room/place of indefinite wonder and size. We'd party and dance, and be merry. It'd be greatness. Americans and Brits, the Welsh and the English, Uni and Home and Beyond.

I'd give a speech of undisclosed awesomeness and sadness and all round brilliance, and make sure that they all gather, annually, and remember me when I'm gone.

I think that sounds like a better option than world tripping it, to me.

What do you think? What would you do?

Anywho, I'd off to try and defraud a Newspaper for some money.

But that's me, until next time bloggers...