You Guys Are Awesome...

Here are two things that made me feel inadequate today. The first being a video of amazing people's amazing stunts. They aren't those of kindness or love or a type of selfless caring for one another in a world of turmoil but just acts of awesome...

And the second is a reminder that creative minds like myself can make awesome things too despite being physically or even mentally incapable of doing any of the stunts in the former video...

Both stand as a reminder for me, or more a sign, that no matter how low you get there are always highs, and no matter how good you get there's always a way to get better. Don't lose it if you think you've got it, and when you've got it, never stop making it better...

Carpe diem...

The Birthmas List

The Birthmas List, a very powerful tool in the life and year of Big Tom. It is not only a free pass to all my wants and desires, it is also a way of achieving them all (within reason)...

The only problem being, I never want for much. I've always been like that though - I always go, I could use a new camera, though saying that I don't really need one, my old camera works perfectly fine. Or, I could want this video game right here, but then I do have a few video games to complete first...

And this wanting has only gotten worse as the years have gone on, and especially when I've gone and got myself a Full-Time job. Nothing seems out of reach, as it were. So, what the devil do I want for my Birthmas list?

Ah yes, it's the added difficulty of having to write two lists at once. I realised at a very young age that Santa delivered both my Birthday and Christmas presents, so I thought it was easier to just write him the one letter. That, and I was told to write just the one, one year (somewhat destroying the illusion). I suppose that's the difficulty with having a birthday so close to Christmas (not as close as some though). My mother has already bought me something I don't think I asked for. Perhaps it'll be my Christmas Jumper! Though saying that she said it was a Birthday Present, hmm...

Either way, I suppose I'll go check out my Amazon Wishlist and see what it says. It contains lots of books I don't think I'll get round to reading, games for a console that doesn't exist yet, and DVDs I seem to be acquiring via digital media at the moment anyway. It's a tricky one. 

Maybe I'll go out today and browse for ideas. 

Pill, DarkHorse, and I watched Sorcerer's Apprentice last night (before I watched Bake Off alone) and that was a good movie - though I think I may have seen it before. However, the song in it was quite good:

I think I probably just like the Cello bit and the dramatic and epic chorus...

Have a very fine day...

Carpe diem...

Indecisiveness Almost Kills...

Thankfully, due to my ruggedly handsome and superbly brilliant physique it was only 'almost' and not 'actually'...

You may remember how upbeat and fantastically ready for Friday I was, well it happened and I didn't lose a single ounce of that positivity, which was great! (and marvelously annoying for the Work Crew). Having only packed a shirt for hitting a pub or bar after daily commitments, I thought I was ready, however, upon trying to get anyone to do anything I was casually noped out to a quiet evening.

As the day continued Cherry popped to see me, and arranged an evening (the only problem being my lack of overnight bag). Within my half our break I managed to run home and back, and catch the final point in a Wimbledon Semi-Final (hehe, semi...). Which, as it turns out is just over a mile. I ran 2 miles, in under half an hour, and managed to pack a bag! I'm chuffed with myself, even though no one believed I would do it, or actually did it. 

Anyhow, trains were caught, and getting changed in a train toilet is a tricky thing in 20 degree heat and with, quite frankly, appalling conditions, even for a dog to go toilet. And there I was, with the Swingers, sipping cider and eating pie in a very nice pub. I enjoyed myself, sharing onyon rengs with Red because the other two don't like onyons. Talking shit, and that's literal verbal diarrhea, and generally having fun, until V/H/S/2.

And what a load of balls that was. The Americans big up far too much shit. You've been disappointing me a lot recently America, get your act together and get a job! It was even too late to redeem the evening by watching another movie, so we consoled each other and went to bed.

The next morning, I caught the train to Big End, and spent the day doing Gardening that I didn't want to do, mainly because I was told to do it, and mainly because it wasn't gardening, it was tidying the Garden. Washing was done, Mother wanted to wash everything I own, because she still thinks I'm a poor student, and I ate lasagna, before the entire Famile ventured over to Clareg's to celebrate his graduation/birthday. BBQ was had, sunshine, ciders, witty banter, and I got to show everyone how intolerant of somepeople I can be. It's okay, I was in a house of blonde-haired and blue-eyed people. We can talk about the less fortunate when they're not around (riight?). 

Either way the evening came to an end, we all went to bed. I was forced to sleep at home. Which is something of a rarity, in the box room, which boils you when it's warm, and which my head and feet can touch either wall when I lay down, and which has a bed the equivalent to sleeping on a hard floor. Needless to say, I don't want to be doing that again. I don't think my shoulders could take it. 

And now I'm home again, which came as a great shock to my father, as he had hoped to fly helicopters and plant pumpkins with me today. And that would have been very nice, however I have daily commitments. He still insists that no body told him, though he is rather deaf. 

Oh well, after daily commitments today, and missing the Wimbledon Final (come on Murray!), I shall be whisked back away to Ponty by Tag, to eat well and watch gripping television. It sounds like a good Sunday. And do you know what? The sun's out, A-gain!

Boom! Carpe diem...