Those of you eagerly anticipating this masterpiece (wait, that's just me) will be terribly excited to hear that the first stages have begun: I have finished remastering "Good Enough?"
Unfortunately, I couldn't actually be bothered to re-record any of the parts so there are still those moments when the rhythm guitar and drums go horribly out of time with one another. But don't worry! I just upped the electric guitar so much you can't hear it!
Um... wait, no. That was in a dream.
The remix is certainly better than the original, and hopefully all the other tracks will be better still (is "Good Enough?" good enough? We shall see). I will start recording Hardest Part tomorrow if all goes well, and we're only a couple of days behind schedule.
Anyone want to find me a drummer (or an technician, for that matter)?
Friday, March 31, 2006
Summer Two
The second summer CD is complete (I think I'll be on 50 by August) but don't worry, I won't bore you with the details.
Suffice to say it is marginally softer, featuring the likes of Manic Street Preachers, Pink Floyd, Phantom Planet, Grand Drive, Damien Rice, The Cardigans, The Band, Athlete... and many, many more.
Speaking of summer, where'd the sun go?
Suffice to say it is marginally softer, featuring the likes of Manic Street Preachers, Pink Floyd, Phantom Planet, Grand Drive, Damien Rice, The Cardigans, The Band, Athlete... and many, many more.
Speaking of summer, where'd the sun go?
Colours
Another marvel of creation... how we are all attracted to different colours, and how different colours suit different things and different people. I was thinking about girls-pink and boys-blue.
And then I thought, if girls like pink how come no-one liked the new blog colour I had?
And then I cried.
And then I thought, if girls like pink how come no-one liked the new blog colour I had?
And then I cried.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Sinister Blog!
I warn ya guys, I'm just gonna keep screwin' with the colour schemes...
It's kinda cool though, huh? I accidentally didn't change the font colour for that bit in the profile container... and it's still purpley... mwhaha.
I may try teal next.
It's kinda cool though, huh? I accidentally didn't change the font colour for that bit in the profile container... and it's still purpley... mwhaha.
I may try teal next.
I Did It
With 25 minutes to spare.
So, that'd be two and a half weeks of freedom! And by freedom I mean three essays, two essay plans, a questionairre, football commitments, family commitments, chores and social commitments. Yay.
So, that'd be two and a half weeks of freedom! And by freedom I mean three essays, two essay plans, a questionairre, football commitments, family commitments, chores and social commitments. Yay.
Can I Do It?
We shall see... in two hours time I will go to Music Tech. From there I will have two hours to finish the four pieces of coursework. Will I be able to? That is the question.
Wooh, no lessons tomorrow... day off! Also (hmm, this is becoming a little personal update - I guess I like to get these things off my chest (not literally, the only thing actually on my chest is a small metal box with a dead rat inside)) I have agreed to play football for Woodies on Saturday. Which is odd, because I was going to resume training now that they're back at the downs (I originally stopped because I couldn't get lifts, and then because I couldn't be bothered...). So that'll be interesting, for want of a better word. Wait, I've got a better word: "guitar." Speaking of which...
Wooh, no lessons tomorrow... day off! Also (hmm, this is becoming a little personal update - I guess I like to get these things off my chest (not literally, the only thing actually on my chest is a small metal box with a dead rat inside)) I have agreed to play football for Woodies on Saturday. Which is odd, because I was going to resume training now that they're back at the downs (I originally stopped because I couldn't get lifts, and then because I couldn't be bothered...). So that'll be interesting, for want of a better word. Wait, I've got a better word: "guitar." Speaking of which...
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Other Conspiracy Theories
I have decided to set up a discussion blog with the aim of getting a wide range of people to contribute opinions on some of the more controversial issues in today's society. Or anything really. Random stuff. Anyway, if you would be interested in joining leave your email address in the comment section (I'm afraid I can't guarentee that other readers won't spam you to hell and back) and I'll add you as a member (http://other-conspiracy-theories.blogspot.com)
Colour schemes
I was gonna surprise you all with pink but that didn't go down so well last time. So if anyone can think of a particularly sexy colour scheme to suggest write it in a comment.
Otherwise you'll get pink and I'll enjoy it. And I'll make the fonts really small.
[Edit: damn blogger won't let you edit the scrollbar... yet it worked in the preview. Any thoughts?]
Otherwise you'll get pink and I'll enjoy it. And I'll make the fonts really small.
[Edit: damn blogger won't let you edit the scrollbar... yet it worked in the preview. Any thoughts?]
New Location
Welcome to making-sense-of.blogspot.com, the new place to be in the blogosphere.
I thought I'd kick us off with 10 reasons why my blog is better than yours, so here goes:
1) I'm hilarious (you aren't)
2) I don't swear (at least, I should bloody hope not)
3) I write about interesting, up-to-date stuff
4) I write a load of random stuff that doesn't really make much sense
5) When I start something, I make sure I see it through to the end. Like when I write a list or something I always cover everything. You know, doesn't it get on your nerves when people start something and don't finish it and then change subject? It's like with Mozart and scales and his dad. Or something. My dad. I saw a picture of my dad today. Well, a picture of a minstrel in yellow with a weird stringed instrument and a moustache, so it could've been my dad really. My dad is odd. I sent him a link to my blog and he sent me an email back saying "Narcissist" - I mean, seriously...
Hmm. Where was... oh yeah...
6) I'm hilariously funny. Did I already say that?
I thought I'd kick us off with 10 reasons why my blog is better than yours, so here goes:
1) I'm hilarious (you aren't)
2) I don't swear (at least, I should bloody hope not)
3) I write about interesting, up-to-date stuff
4) I write a load of random stuff that doesn't really make much sense
5) When I start something, I make sure I see it through to the end. Like when I write a list or something I always cover everything. You know, doesn't it get on your nerves when people start something and don't finish it and then change subject? It's like with Mozart and scales and his dad. Or something. My dad. I saw a picture of my dad today. Well, a picture of a minstrel in yellow with a weird stringed instrument and a moustache, so it could've been my dad really. My dad is odd. I sent him a link to my blog and he sent me an email back saying "Narcissist" - I mean, seriously...
Hmm. Where was... oh yeah...
6) I'm hilariously funny. Did I already say that?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
goldfishing
bob: larry
larry: hey bob, shouldn't you be doing work?
bob: don't talk to me about work larry. everyone's talking to me about work. suddenly i get a job and *bam*, i'm a local celebrity
larry: maybe it's cuz you finally went outside. whadda they say to you?
bob: well my neighbour said "hi." and somethin' about my hedge
larry: sheesh, the general public these days. you'd think they'd realise... we're only human too
(they turn a corner and encounter the goldfish)
bob: woah, woah... what's goin' down here?
goldfish: um... nothin' *whistles*
larry: it's jeremy! he's... he's...
goldfish: what?! this isn't my gun (throws gun away casually)
bob: oh goldfish, how could you?
goldfish: oh come on, he was...
jeremy: i'm not dead, it's alright
goldfish: what was that? (kicks jeremy)
jeremy: it's ok, i'm wearing a fully stab-proof, bullet-proof one-piece suit
goldfish: damnit... i mean... so you are. how convenient. i seemed to haave accidentally shot you
jeremy: five times
goldfish: butter fingers!
jeremy: well you know what, forget the whole killing thing, i'm sick of this neighbourhood. i'm gonna go destroy walls somewhere else
bob: as if you could
larry: bye
goldfish: (fires after jeremy)
bob: goldfish!
goldfish: oh come on, it's only a game. it's not like he's real...
jeremy: (gets run over by a dragon)
larry: hey bob, shouldn't you be doing work?
bob: don't talk to me about work larry. everyone's talking to me about work. suddenly i get a job and *bam*, i'm a local celebrity
larry: maybe it's cuz you finally went outside. whadda they say to you?
bob: well my neighbour said "hi." and somethin' about my hedge
larry: sheesh, the general public these days. you'd think they'd realise... we're only human too
(they turn a corner and encounter the goldfish)
bob: woah, woah... what's goin' down here?
goldfish: um... nothin' *whistles*
larry: it's jeremy! he's... he's...
goldfish: what?! this isn't my gun (throws gun away casually)
bob: oh goldfish, how could you?
goldfish: oh come on, he was...
jeremy: i'm not dead, it's alright
goldfish: what was that? (kicks jeremy)
jeremy: it's ok, i'm wearing a fully stab-proof, bullet-proof one-piece suit
goldfish: damnit... i mean... so you are. how convenient. i seemed to haave accidentally shot you
jeremy: five times
goldfish: butter fingers!
jeremy: well you know what, forget the whole killing thing, i'm sick of this neighbourhood. i'm gonna go destroy walls somewhere else
bob: as if you could
larry: bye
goldfish: (fires after jeremy)
bob: goldfish!
goldfish: oh come on, it's only a game. it's not like he's real...
jeremy: (gets run over by a dragon)
Afterthought
Speaking of not working...
...do you ever get it when you know you have a practice exam question and four pieces of coursework due in for Thursday, and a full day Wednesday, but you just sit down and play guitar for an hour?
Yeah, same here.
...do you ever get it when you know you have a practice exam question and four pieces of coursework due in for Thursday, and a full day Wednesday, but you just sit down and play guitar for an hour?
Yeah, same here.
Bath And Other Things
Don't even talk to me about Higher Education Fairs ever again.
I was fairly positive and open-minded before and during the bus-journey - even a tad excited - despite having no idea about what I was looking for or where I wanted to go.
As soon as I arrived, however, it was clear that the thing was a scam. They gave me a huge red and white bag and, expecting sweeties, I looked inside. The only thing contained within was this tiny red book saying "getting started" or something. I was so disappointed I didn't even bother reading it; I just drop-kicked it around the car-park (along with my brownies, which - much to my amazement - failed to explode).
Anyway, the day went downhill from there. The coach journey had taken nearly two hours and had been relatively uneventful. The fair itself: over two-thousand people "my age," the majority of whom looked like thirteen-year-olds. Apart from the thirty-year-olds (they might have been teachers though). The hall was absolutely heaving with people, and with no idea where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do, and becoming more and more confused by the swirling masses of teenage scum, I crawled to a corner, downed a bottle of sprite and sulked for the rest of the day. Not only did I fail to do any research at all, or pick up any prospectuses, or even talk to any fit girls (just kidding...I talked to loads of fit girls. No, just kidding. I didn't talk to anyone) I also wasted nearly five hours of my day off!
Well, I've decided that God clearly doesn't want me to have a future, or a career, or indeed anything, so I'm not going to bother working for my AS levels. Off to play some guitar!
Speaking of God, I saw a great little quote today:
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy
I was fairly positive and open-minded before and during the bus-journey - even a tad excited - despite having no idea about what I was looking for or where I wanted to go.
As soon as I arrived, however, it was clear that the thing was a scam. They gave me a huge red and white bag and, expecting sweeties, I looked inside. The only thing contained within was this tiny red book saying "getting started" or something. I was so disappointed I didn't even bother reading it; I just drop-kicked it around the car-park (along with my brownies, which - much to my amazement - failed to explode).
Anyway, the day went downhill from there. The coach journey had taken nearly two hours and had been relatively uneventful. The fair itself: over two-thousand people "my age," the majority of whom looked like thirteen-year-olds. Apart from the thirty-year-olds (they might have been teachers though). The hall was absolutely heaving with people, and with no idea where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do, and becoming more and more confused by the swirling masses of teenage scum, I crawled to a corner, downed a bottle of sprite and sulked for the rest of the day. Not only did I fail to do any research at all, or pick up any prospectuses, or even talk to any fit girls (just kidding...I talked to loads of fit girls. No, just kidding. I didn't talk to anyone) I also wasted nearly five hours of my day off!
Well, I've decided that God clearly doesn't want me to have a future, or a career, or indeed anything, so I'm not going to bother working for my AS levels. Off to play some guitar!
Speaking of God, I saw a great little quote today:
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sibling Trouble
"By the way, if you think this constitutes "bitching" you can go unplug your internet connection, take the cable, tie it around your neck, tie the other end to your door and jump out of the window. My blog is a place for me to be entertaining and funny for the sake of my readers and occasionally discuss deeper issues with myself and them. And this is one of those issues."
I just wrote that at the end of a rant about some of the frustrations of having teen siblings who are, to be honest, very difficult to cope with at times.
But I deleted the rant as it was not thought out carefully enough - careless, even. I suppose it constituted bitching.
I just wrote that at the end of a rant about some of the frustrations of having teen siblings who are, to be honest, very difficult to cope with at times.
But I deleted the rant as it was not thought out carefully enough - careless, even. I suppose it constituted bitching.
Stamford Test
I was told to go and take the Stamford Test in preperation for some Uni stuff and guess what:
Unfortunately your responses to the questions have not enabled the Stamford Test to match your ideas with any courses. Although this may be disappointing, it is worth having another try at the questions. Sometimes you might feel a little unsure as to the response to a question and a more positive response to the questions should enable The Stamford Test to provide you with a more helpful list of courses to consider.
All I can think to say is "!!!" I mean, in previous tests a couple of years ago I've been told I'd make a good "Fish farm worker," "Fish farm manager" and "Golf greenkeeper" (you've gotta be kidding) but nothing at all? No suggested courses? You could have at least made them up and pretended like they matched, you no-good useless piece of scripting.
I have no alternate answers to the questions - they were Yes or No. I'm not gonna change my opinion to the exact opposite to try and get a different result.
Sheesh.
Unfortunately your responses to the questions have not enabled the Stamford Test to match your ideas with any courses. Although this may be disappointing, it is worth having another try at the questions. Sometimes you might feel a little unsure as to the response to a question and a more positive response to the questions should enable The Stamford Test to provide you with a more helpful list of courses to consider.
All I can think to say is "!!!" I mean, in previous tests a couple of years ago I've been told I'd make a good "Fish farm worker," "Fish farm manager" and "Golf greenkeeper" (you've gotta be kidding) but nothing at all? No suggested courses? You could have at least made them up and pretended like they matched, you no-good useless piece of scripting.
I have no alternate answers to the questions - they were Yes or No. I'm not gonna change my opinion to the exact opposite to try and get a different result.
Sheesh.
Now Promoting - Patrick Marche: New Album
Patrick Marche's new album, recorded and produced by yours truly, is truly the new sound of the twenty-first century.
Combining pop and rock (and the occasional rap) with a totally unique vocal style, Patrick is expected to take the music community by storm. The Bristol edition (currently the only release available) features an amazing 24 tracks including studio sound-bytes and some of Patrick's own creations as well as covers of some classic number one hits.
It has long been recognised that new musical genres and singers with attitude are what pull in the fans, and Patrick certainly fits into both of these categories.
Backed by a team of experts (well, one expert and a couple of ex-brOzone stars) this album is a quality piece of recording and musicality and can be preordered by emailing BoredRecords here with the subject "New Album". Anticipated retail price: £4
Combining pop and rock (and the occasional rap) with a totally unique vocal style, Patrick is expected to take the music community by storm. The Bristol edition (currently the only release available) features an amazing 24 tracks including studio sound-bytes and some of Patrick's own creations as well as covers of some classic number one hits.
It has long been recognised that new musical genres and singers with attitude are what pull in the fans, and Patrick certainly fits into both of these categories.
Backed by a team of experts (well, one expert and a couple of ex-brOzone stars) this album is a quality piece of recording and musicality and can be preordered by emailing BoredRecords here with the subject "New Album". Anticipated retail price: £4
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Did I Say I Was Knackered?
I just played an hour's intense five-aside football (I haven't even recovered from yesterday's intense badminton session yet).
I have several astro-burns.
I'm refreshed (five goals - thank you) but absolutely exhausted.
But enough about me, I can see you're not interested. How are you?
I have several astro-burns.
I'm refreshed (five goals - thank you) but absolutely exhausted.
But enough about me, I can see you're not interested. How are you?
Other Reasons For Liking The Rain
Honestly guys, why does everyone hate it so much? It almost bugs me.
I think I have good memories of the rain too... the earliest thing I can remember is driving over the Severn Bridge in the pouring rain - I must have been three or four - and just seeing mum and dad in the front seats, the rain pouring down and the windscreen wipers moving side-to-side.
And times when I'd be sitting inside with a warm, yellow light on while thick clouds hang overhead outside and the rain patters down...
And being out in the misty rain in cornwall getting gently soaked.
I like the rain.
I'm sooooo knackered. Bloody DST.
I think I have good memories of the rain too... the earliest thing I can remember is driving over the Severn Bridge in the pouring rain - I must have been three or four - and just seeing mum and dad in the front seats, the rain pouring down and the windscreen wipers moving side-to-side.
And times when I'd be sitting inside with a warm, yellow light on while thick clouds hang overhead outside and the rain patters down...
And being out in the misty rain in cornwall getting gently soaked.
I like the rain.
I'm sooooo knackered. Bloody DST.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Media
Woah... we got the whole night on minidisc. And, as to be expected... well, I'm a perfectionist. But I didn't expect it to sound amazing. In fact, considering the situation, and the mixing etcetera (no disrespect to Claire - I couldn't have asked for better) it sounds pretty good.
Here are some samples:
- Shackles guitar solo (Ben Johnson on lead guitar)
- Lord I Lift Your Name On High ending (Esther on lead vocals, and you can really hear that piano can't you?)
- What A Love verse (Esther on lead vocals)
- My pedal stalling before All Creation - one for the fans. Yeah.
Here are some samples:
- Shackles guitar solo (Ben Johnson on lead guitar)
- Lord I Lift Your Name On High ending (Esther on lead vocals, and you can really hear that piano can't you?)
- What A Love verse (Esther on lead vocals)
- My pedal stalling before All Creation - one for the fans. Yeah.
The devotion Worship Special
It always bugs me that "devotion" is spelt with a small d. Anyway.
About six months ago I was thinking how cool it would be to use a drum kit for the devotion band. And get Matt Bennett to play the drums, because he is a funky beast.
So anyway, me and Estehr were talking to mother about it and we were all like "Wouldn't it be cool if we could have a worship special - upstairs on the main stage, electric guitar, weeeow." Well I was like that, and I'm pretty sure the other two were similarly enthusiastic.
Anyway, time passes by and I hear snippets. And then it appears on the devotion calendar, and then disappears, and then reappears somewhere else. And then suddenly it's Saturday 18th and no-one knows what's going on - the devotion team emailed a load of worship leaders but only John D was around. Or something. So anyway, I'm like "I'll get a band together" and next thing I know I'm emailing orders at everyone like it's Live8 mark two.
Which was my plan all along, mwahaha.
No, seriously; I love leading worship but I'm very conscious of the amount of humility, responsiveness to the spirit etc. needed so I felt pretty awkward about taking charge, especially seeing as no-one had officially said "You do it." But then, no-one else was doing it.
So anyway, I got a band together (consisting of three leaders in the end - and five guitars or something...) and stayed up 'til ridculously late on Thursday writing up music and lyrics and silly comments (most of which were ruined by my colour printer running out of black ink!) and then...
I was pretty tense about last night - three of the guys I'd never worked with before, I didn't know if they even wanted to do it... also I'd asked a guy to co-lead with me and I was worried about how that was gonna go because in one sense I didn't want to be mean and pushy and controlling and "glorify me!" and in another sense I didn't want everything to go out of hand and end up singing songs from Tim Hughes's first album 20bpm too slow for the whole night.
Aren't I so proud and foolish?
So anyway, with that in mind I arrived at 4.40 at Woodies and we began to set up. After a few technical difficulties (I was hoping to begin practicing at 5 but we actually started at 5.45) we got going and it was absolutely superb.
It didn't feel like I was leading, it felt like the whole band was. Or maybe God's spirit. We gelled together unbelievably well (although to be fair I had some quality musicians present) and it felt like there was a perfect mixture of songs (thanks to the contrasting natures of me and my sister, no doubt).
So the practice went pretty well - a few dodgy moments and it took us a while to get through some sections of songs but, hey, it happened. And mother dearest brought bacon sandwhiches and brownies... and then it just got better and better.
I couldn't see what was happening off the stage (for some reason they decided it would be a smart idea to focus all the brightest lights on the stage and turn off all the other lights - not my cup of tea but what can you do?) but it really felt like there was a worshipful atmosphere. People had mentioned that they could really feel God's presence, even when they entered the church at the start of the evening. And I felt so free, so alive, especially during the last few songs - it was totally refreshing. And again, it felt like there was no individual leader in the band. It was brilliant.
So that's my take on the evening, just another Friday night really...
About six months ago I was thinking how cool it would be to use a drum kit for the devotion band. And get Matt Bennett to play the drums, because he is a funky beast.
So anyway, me and Estehr were talking to mother about it and we were all like "Wouldn't it be cool if we could have a worship special - upstairs on the main stage, electric guitar, weeeow." Well I was like that, and I'm pretty sure the other two were similarly enthusiastic.
Anyway, time passes by and I hear snippets. And then it appears on the devotion calendar, and then disappears, and then reappears somewhere else. And then suddenly it's Saturday 18th and no-one knows what's going on - the devotion team emailed a load of worship leaders but only John D was around. Or something. So anyway, I'm like "I'll get a band together" and next thing I know I'm emailing orders at everyone like it's Live8 mark two.
Which was my plan all along, mwahaha.
No, seriously; I love leading worship but I'm very conscious of the amount of humility, responsiveness to the spirit etc. needed so I felt pretty awkward about taking charge, especially seeing as no-one had officially said "You do it." But then, no-one else was doing it.
So anyway, I got a band together (consisting of three leaders in the end - and five guitars or something...) and stayed up 'til ridculously late on Thursday writing up music and lyrics and silly comments (most of which were ruined by my colour printer running out of black ink!) and then...
I was pretty tense about last night - three of the guys I'd never worked with before, I didn't know if they even wanted to do it... also I'd asked a guy to co-lead with me and I was worried about how that was gonna go because in one sense I didn't want to be mean and pushy and controlling and "glorify me!" and in another sense I didn't want everything to go out of hand and end up singing songs from Tim Hughes's first album 20bpm too slow for the whole night.
Aren't I so proud and foolish?
So anyway, with that in mind I arrived at 4.40 at Woodies and we began to set up. After a few technical difficulties (I was hoping to begin practicing at 5 but we actually started at 5.45) we got going and it was absolutely superb.
It didn't feel like I was leading, it felt like the whole band was. Or maybe God's spirit. We gelled together unbelievably well (although to be fair I had some quality musicians present) and it felt like there was a perfect mixture of songs (thanks to the contrasting natures of me and my sister, no doubt).
So the practice went pretty well - a few dodgy moments and it took us a while to get through some sections of songs but, hey, it happened. And mother dearest brought bacon sandwhiches and brownies... and then it just got better and better.
I couldn't see what was happening off the stage (for some reason they decided it would be a smart idea to focus all the brightest lights on the stage and turn off all the other lights - not my cup of tea but what can you do?) but it really felt like there was a worshipful atmosphere. People had mentioned that they could really feel God's presence, even when they entered the church at the start of the evening. And I felt so free, so alive, especially during the last few songs - it was totally refreshing. And again, it felt like there was no individual leader in the band. It was brilliant.
So that's my take on the evening, just another Friday night really...
Thursday, March 23, 2006
oh yeah
scroll down...
keep going... that's right...
did i say it was an ANNOUNCEMENT?
take the hint, talk to me, i care
keep going... that's right...
did i say it was an ANNOUNCEMENT?
take the hint, talk to me, i care
why i like the rain...
...and other stories.
the rain is refreshing and relaxing and cleansing and it's good for the land and we can drink it. when it's been pumped full of chlorine and flouride and stuff. but it's still rain. or sewage water. or blood or something, i dunno...
so anyway i was taking a walk in the park and this guy comes up to me, his face red like the rose on a thorn bush, like all the colours of a royal flush, and he's peeling off them dollar bills, slapping them down...
and i'm like "wtf?" and he's like "LOL" so i hit him with an icepick and go watch some Lost.
cuz i hate tv and all that.
right.
the rain is refreshing and relaxing and cleansing and it's good for the land and we can drink it. when it's been pumped full of chlorine and flouride and stuff. but it's still rain. or sewage water. or blood or something, i dunno...
so anyway i was taking a walk in the park and this guy comes up to me, his face red like the rose on a thorn bush, like all the colours of a royal flush, and he's peeling off them dollar bills, slapping them down...
and i'm like "wtf?" and he's like "LOL" so i hit him with an icepick and go watch some Lost.
cuz i hate tv and all that.
right.
Speaking of summer...
Warmth has appeared on the BBC Weather Page.
That's right, we're finally getting yellows and oranges - between 10 and 15 degrees centigrade. Come on British weather, don't let me down...
See, pretty colours...
Summer One
Summer One is the first (and probably the rockiest and loudest) of the "summer compilations" I'm making - songs that ring truest when the sky is open blue, the sun is blazing down and your stereo is turned up to eleven.
01 - Burn Baby Burn (radio edit) - Ash
This song is straight, teen pop-rock with yummy power-chords and a catchy melody. Fairly rocky and with a good pulsing feel to it. Kickin' intro
02 - Dude Looks Like A Lady - Aerosmith
Come on, it's Aerosmith. And singing about transvestites too. Pretty rocky, not over-the-top but again, catchy, nice horns, nice guitars, good and happy
03 - Ready For Drowning - Manic Street Preachers
Taking it down a tone but still rocky and with some great riffs that get stuck to your head for days
04 - God Put A Smile On Your Face - Coldplay
Pounding along, very rocky for a song driven by an acoustic guitar, the vocals sound particularly original. This song is for sitting in the shade at the hottest part of the day
05 - Reptilia - The Strokes
Straight rhythm, messy guitar and a great rock 'n' roll voice. Uptempo with enough feeling to make you buzz but not to give you an overdose
06 - Disenchanted Lullaby - Foo Fighters
More memorable riffs and a roaring chorus. Sweet guitar and drums in this one
07 - Come As You Are - Nirvana
How can this not be a summer song? From the fairly mellow intro to that metal-guitar solo at the end...
08 - Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers
The title says it all, huh? It's summer (well, it will be soon. I insist). Sticking with the middle-of-the-road rock 'n' roll featuring a synthesizer. And this guy can really sing too
09 - Eternal Life - Jeff Buckley
Creative, slightly punky and that lovable messy guitar sound again. Just stick on the overdrive and go for it
10 - Just - Radiohead
"A middle eight to die for" - 'nuff said
11 - Bullet The Blue Sky - U2
Taking down the tempo, but this song is still definitely rock. The riffs, the drum and bass co-ordination, the build up, the vocals... this song could rip a hole in the sky
12 - Descend - Feeder
Very un-Feeder, which is why I love it. Totally original (as far as I know), slow and funky with a roaring, crashing chorus and some great crescendos
13 - Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Overplayed a couple of years ago but back on the listening lists, remember how much you loved it when it first came out? Straight rhythm and more of that messy overdrive, but with the Chilis' pop-funk backbone and great vocals
14 - Hate To Say I Told You So - Hives
Raw, rocky and a voice to match the quirky, screamy guitars
15 - The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows - Brand New
The riff will stick around long after the song has ended... such effective build ups, and a great shouting chorus
16 - Get Up - REM
Softer in tone, with that mild REM kick to it. Very popppy, a happy-feeling song with enough bite to fit the bill perfectly
17 - Cigarettes And Alcohol - Oasis
Total rock 'n' roll - stolen blues riffs thrown in with poppy-punk and lots of overdrive. And Liam Gallagher
18 - Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
Ten years before Oasis but a remarkably similar sound (in a good way). That rocking backbone of guitar, drums and bass, quirky lyrics and one of the best pop-singers ever
19 - Growing On Me - The Darkness
A tribute to Queen, let's face it. But what better way to end a summer CD? Bring on the rock...
01 - Burn Baby Burn (radio edit) - Ash
This song is straight, teen pop-rock with yummy power-chords and a catchy melody. Fairly rocky and with a good pulsing feel to it. Kickin' intro
02 - Dude Looks Like A Lady - Aerosmith
Come on, it's Aerosmith. And singing about transvestites too. Pretty rocky, not over-the-top but again, catchy, nice horns, nice guitars, good and happy
03 - Ready For Drowning - Manic Street Preachers
Taking it down a tone but still rocky and with some great riffs that get stuck to your head for days
04 - God Put A Smile On Your Face - Coldplay
Pounding along, very rocky for a song driven by an acoustic guitar, the vocals sound particularly original. This song is for sitting in the shade at the hottest part of the day
05 - Reptilia - The Strokes
Straight rhythm, messy guitar and a great rock 'n' roll voice. Uptempo with enough feeling to make you buzz but not to give you an overdose
06 - Disenchanted Lullaby - Foo Fighters
More memorable riffs and a roaring chorus. Sweet guitar and drums in this one
07 - Come As You Are - Nirvana
How can this not be a summer song? From the fairly mellow intro to that metal-guitar solo at the end...
08 - Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers
The title says it all, huh? It's summer (well, it will be soon. I insist). Sticking with the middle-of-the-road rock 'n' roll featuring a synthesizer. And this guy can really sing too
09 - Eternal Life - Jeff Buckley
Creative, slightly punky and that lovable messy guitar sound again. Just stick on the overdrive and go for it
10 - Just - Radiohead
"A middle eight to die for" - 'nuff said
11 - Bullet The Blue Sky - U2
Taking down the tempo, but this song is still definitely rock. The riffs, the drum and bass co-ordination, the build up, the vocals... this song could rip a hole in the sky
12 - Descend - Feeder
Very un-Feeder, which is why I love it. Totally original (as far as I know), slow and funky with a roaring, crashing chorus and some great crescendos
13 - Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Overplayed a couple of years ago but back on the listening lists, remember how much you loved it when it first came out? Straight rhythm and more of that messy overdrive, but with the Chilis' pop-funk backbone and great vocals
14 - Hate To Say I Told You So - Hives
Raw, rocky and a voice to match the quirky, screamy guitars
15 - The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows - Brand New
The riff will stick around long after the song has ended... such effective build ups, and a great shouting chorus
16 - Get Up - REM
Softer in tone, with that mild REM kick to it. Very popppy, a happy-feeling song with enough bite to fit the bill perfectly
17 - Cigarettes And Alcohol - Oasis
Total rock 'n' roll - stolen blues riffs thrown in with poppy-punk and lots of overdrive. And Liam Gallagher
18 - Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
Ten years before Oasis but a remarkably similar sound (in a good way). That rocking backbone of guitar, drums and bass, quirky lyrics and one of the best pop-singers ever
19 - Growing On Me - The Darkness
A tribute to Queen, let's face it. But what better way to end a summer CD? Bring on the rock...
romantic comedy featuring a goldfish
bob: hey larry
larry: 'sup bob
bob: i wrote you a song larry
larry: cool. how does it go?
bob: it doesn't have any words... LLO
larry: LLO?
bob: i mean... er... LOL. it was a typo
larry: how can it be a typo? we're speaking!
bob: well, duh! this is scripted. it's like a radio drama or something... or so they tell me. look, it says your name behind you
larry: where? i can't see it
bob: trust me
larry: uh... ok...
bob: we're billed as "romantic comedy"
larry: (is speechless)
goldfish: the little worms that eat my excrement on the bottom of the bowl are more romantic than us
bob: no comment
larry: i love you bob
bob: i love you too, larz
jeremy: i love you, sally
goldfish: (shoots jeremy with a shotgun)
larry: 'sup bob
bob: i wrote you a song larry
larry: cool. how does it go?
bob: it doesn't have any words... LLO
larry: LLO?
bob: i mean... er... LOL. it was a typo
larry: how can it be a typo? we're speaking!
bob: well, duh! this is scripted. it's like a radio drama or something... or so they tell me. look, it says your name behind you
larry: where? i can't see it
bob: trust me
larry: uh... ok...
bob: we're billed as "romantic comedy"
larry: (is speechless)
goldfish: the little worms that eat my excrement on the bottom of the bowl are more romantic than us
bob: no comment
larry: i love you bob
bob: i love you too, larz
jeremy: i love you, sally
goldfish: (shoots jeremy with a shotgun)
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
An IMPORTANT Announcement SO COMMENT ON IT YOU FOOLS
I'm pregnant.
No, wait... that was last week.
Um... oh yeah: I'm hoping to relocate my blog in a move for the future (which will also include a new template and more quirky customisations - hey, get that, alliteration. Well, it is if you say it out loud. Uh... I'm loosing it...) so, if anyone has any snappy URL suggestions (my favourite so far are other-conspiracy-theories.blogspot.com and something-about-a-goldfish.blogspot.com) let me know. Also if any experts at CSS wanna make my life easier, changing around the colour-codes last time was pretty frustrating....
Anyway, fear not: any relocation news will be posted with much, much thing... um... pomp and ceremony?... and I will make sure I leave a post redirecting people just in case.
So that'll be a hassle for you all.
No, wait... that was last week.
Um... oh yeah: I'm hoping to relocate my blog in a move for the future (which will also include a new template and more quirky customisations - hey, get that, alliteration. Well, it is if you say it out loud. Uh... I'm loosing it...) so, if anyone has any snappy URL suggestions (my favourite so far are other-conspiracy-theories.blogspot.com and something-about-a-goldfish.blogspot.com) let me know. Also if any experts at CSS wanna make my life easier, changing around the colour-codes last time was pretty frustrating....
Anyway, fear not: any relocation news will be posted with much, much thing... um... pomp and ceremony?... and I will make sure I leave a post redirecting people just in case.
So that'll be a hassle for you all.
Words of Wisdom: The End of the World
Um... so anyway I had this amazing revelation as to how the world is actually gonna end.
There's gonna be flying saucers in the sky as a sign and then the sun will become a white giant over hundreds of years and then explode in a supernova and... here's the cool bit... it would take eight minutes for us to notice. Assuming that the sun is the same size as it is now, which if it becomes a white giant and then explodes it won't be, and also assuming that nothing is moved by the explosion. Which will happen, cuz I saw it.
Anyway, supernova, eight minutes... and in that eight minutes I'll be like "Hey, the worlds gonna end in eight minutes... here, I'll steal some cookies and eat them. Mmm, cookies" and go around kissing random strangers and singing The Beatles. For no particular reason. And then I'll be like "Woah, that only took me thirty seconds to write. Wait, I'm not writing, I'm talking. Hey, this is wasting time. I have seven minutes left" and then I'll drive to Bristol airport and get on a plane to Florida, because that will be the last place the apocalypse will come to and also the time difference of something... so anyway, I'd get another three years. And I'd set up a business selling second-hand cookies in Spain and become a millionairre and then Jesus would be like "eye of a needle" and some smartass historian would be like "actually, that's a gate" and I'd be like "ah, I'm dying." And then I'd cough or something, and have I changed tense or something or is that just my imagination? Bothered. So anyway I'm dying and then the supernova thing gets me and tries to stab me with a pen but I wrestle it to the ground and bite its arms off. Then I'll get sued for stealing cookies or something and the world will end and it will be sad. But cool because Jesus will be there, riding on a cow. Or the clouds. Or something. With a trumpet.
Anyway, you've got twelve years, forty days and eight minutes.
There's gonna be flying saucers in the sky as a sign and then the sun will become a white giant over hundreds of years and then explode in a supernova and... here's the cool bit... it would take eight minutes for us to notice. Assuming that the sun is the same size as it is now, which if it becomes a white giant and then explodes it won't be, and also assuming that nothing is moved by the explosion. Which will happen, cuz I saw it.
Anyway, supernova, eight minutes... and in that eight minutes I'll be like "Hey, the worlds gonna end in eight minutes... here, I'll steal some cookies and eat them. Mmm, cookies" and go around kissing random strangers and singing The Beatles. For no particular reason. And then I'll be like "Woah, that only took me thirty seconds to write. Wait, I'm not writing, I'm talking. Hey, this is wasting time. I have seven minutes left" and then I'll drive to Bristol airport and get on a plane to Florida, because that will be the last place the apocalypse will come to and also the time difference of something... so anyway, I'd get another three years. And I'd set up a business selling second-hand cookies in Spain and become a millionairre and then Jesus would be like "eye of a needle" and some smartass historian would be like "actually, that's a gate" and I'd be like "ah, I'm dying." And then I'd cough or something, and have I changed tense or something or is that just my imagination? Bothered. So anyway I'm dying and then the supernova thing gets me and tries to stab me with a pen but I wrestle it to the ground and bite its arms off. Then I'll get sued for stealing cookies or something and the world will end and it will be sad. But cool because Jesus will be there, riding on a cow. Or the clouds. Or something. With a trumpet.
Anyway, you've got twelve years, forty days and eight minutes.
Roast Dinners and Wind
A Call To All Bloggers...
Please turn off word verification now. The nasty spam robots have gone, we can all live in peace.
But seriously, the effort to post comments when you have to type in them weird words.
But seriously, the effort to post comments when you have to type in them weird words.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The Idiosynchrasies and Character Traits of Robin Mitchell
A few facts for you...
- I'm a "bottler" not a "spewer" - I store things up and ponder them as opposed to letting it all out in big bursts
- I hate leaving music that's playing unfinished - I either have to fade it out or wait for the end
- In the same way, I always have to resolve whatever I'm playing on an instrument
- I eat things in categories - not on purpose, but it happens. For example with a roast dinner I end up leaving the potatoes 'til last. I eat the carrots altogether, the meat altogether etc.
- I'm a neat freak - I tidy as I go
- I like the sound of my singing voice - I'm possibly the only person in the world that does
- I don't hate myself - I occasionally think I suck pretty bad but I don't think I've ever hated myself
- I don't watch TV - not even as in "I don't watch TV... but I watch (program x)," I literally never watch TV at home
- I always have a shower before doing anything else - besides getting out of bed and into the shower, obviously
- I get really worked up about random stuff eg. Bullying or injustice; I replay scenarios or even invent them in my head and get angry about them
- I don't like marmite
- I haven't eaten marmite for about ten years, so how would I know?
- I get so annoyed when people don't put things back - when people are in my room and they move stuff around... you wouldn't believe the rage that is bubbling inside
- No-one touches my bed - I mean it. I don't know why, maybe my bed is my ultimate refuge... anyway, I hate that too
- I play average one hour of guitar a day - at the moment; there's been more and less
- I blog average 4.28 times a day - and I actually went into all the effort of working that out
- I'm a perfectionist and therefore wouldn't count any of these facts as definites or certains, and will probably throw a whole load more at you at some point. Just helping you to er... understand... the mind behind "Making Sense"
- I'm a "bottler" not a "spewer" - I store things up and ponder them as opposed to letting it all out in big bursts
- I hate leaving music that's playing unfinished - I either have to fade it out or wait for the end
- In the same way, I always have to resolve whatever I'm playing on an instrument
- I eat things in categories - not on purpose, but it happens. For example with a roast dinner I end up leaving the potatoes 'til last. I eat the carrots altogether, the meat altogether etc.
- I'm a neat freak - I tidy as I go
- I like the sound of my singing voice - I'm possibly the only person in the world that does
- I don't hate myself - I occasionally think I suck pretty bad but I don't think I've ever hated myself
- I don't watch TV - not even as in "I don't watch TV... but I watch (program x)," I literally never watch TV at home
- I always have a shower before doing anything else - besides getting out of bed and into the shower, obviously
- I get really worked up about random stuff eg. Bullying or injustice; I replay scenarios or even invent them in my head and get angry about them
- I don't like marmite
- I haven't eaten marmite for about ten years, so how would I know?
- I get so annoyed when people don't put things back - when people are in my room and they move stuff around... you wouldn't believe the rage that is bubbling inside
- No-one touches my bed - I mean it. I don't know why, maybe my bed is my ultimate refuge... anyway, I hate that too
- I play average one hour of guitar a day - at the moment; there's been more and less
- I blog average 4.28 times a day - and I actually went into all the effort of working that out
- I'm a perfectionist and therefore wouldn't count any of these facts as definites or certains, and will probably throw a whole load more at you at some point. Just helping you to er... understand... the mind behind "Making Sense"
I May Be Dying
Don't laugh, it is a possibility.
Obviously as the wise Bob Dylan once sung, "He not busy being born is busy dying," which in a sense is true.
But I mean that I may be dying rather urgently. I'll explain.
Today I played football with some mates, just for tweny minutes or so. It was pretty cold.
It was not the first time I've played football this year, nor the coldest weather I've played in. However, maybe five minutes (and two goals - did I get a hatrick? yes I did) into the game I began to find it hard to breathe. I eventually (after scoring my fourth goal) resorted to standing leaning against the post trying to breathe and stopping anyone our keeper was too rubbish to prevent from getting past him.
I persevered on to my English Language class, in immense pain and still struggling to breathe. It felt like instead of blood being pumped around my lungs there was lead.
Of course, in recent years I've found that I get out of breath faster than other people. I may be less fit (I seriously doubt that). I may run way more than anyone else (more likely). I may be mildly asthmatic. It may be the effects of a cold, as I now appear to have rather a strong cough.
But I still prefer the dying thing... it gets me more attention.
Seriously though, that was the first time I've felt like that, it was very painful and I was kinda scared. For real.
But I'm alrighty now, apart from my manly *cough* cough *cough*
*dies*
Obviously as the wise Bob Dylan once sung, "He not busy being born is busy dying," which in a sense is true.
But I mean that I may be dying rather urgently. I'll explain.
Today I played football with some mates, just for tweny minutes or so. It was pretty cold.
It was not the first time I've played football this year, nor the coldest weather I've played in. However, maybe five minutes (and two goals - did I get a hatrick? yes I did) into the game I began to find it hard to breathe. I eventually (after scoring my fourth goal) resorted to standing leaning against the post trying to breathe and stopping anyone our keeper was too rubbish to prevent from getting past him.
I persevered on to my English Language class, in immense pain and still struggling to breathe. It felt like instead of blood being pumped around my lungs there was lead.
Of course, in recent years I've found that I get out of breath faster than other people. I may be less fit (I seriously doubt that). I may run way more than anyone else (more likely). I may be mildly asthmatic. It may be the effects of a cold, as I now appear to have rather a strong cough.
But I still prefer the dying thing... it gets me more attention.
Seriously though, that was the first time I've felt like that, it was very painful and I was kinda scared. For real.
But I'm alrighty now, apart from my manly *cough* cough *cough*
*dies*
Monday, March 20, 2006
Too Lazy
Too lazy to set up the drum kit properly, mic it up, take down my recording stuff, play the drums whilst engineering myself at the same time, bring the stuff back upstairs and mix it on Cubase.
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
when are you coming back?
when are you coming back for me
so alone and so in need
this world has nothing left
no hope that i can see
when are you coming back for us
in you our faith, in you our trust
everything has burnt away
wood to ash, flesh to dust
where's the fire in the sky
to open up my dreamy eyes
everything will be alright
i'll trade in my darkness for a little bit of light
when are you coming back for us
i'm not ready but i never will be
you know so much more than us
you know everything i need
so alone and so in need
this world has nothing left
no hope that i can see
when are you coming back for us
in you our faith, in you our trust
everything has burnt away
wood to ash, flesh to dust
where's the fire in the sky
to open up my dreamy eyes
everything will be alright
i'll trade in my darkness for a little bit of light
when are you coming back for us
i'm not ready but i never will be
you know so much more than us
you know everything i need
all you need is a goldfish or two
bob: larry, my old friend
larry: um... yes bob?
bob: we need to talk
larry: it wasn't me bob, i never done nothing
bob: don't get too cocky larry, it's not you we're going to talk about. you worthless swine. you piece of scum
larry: yes bob
bob: no, we're going to talk about your pal jeremy
larry: jeremy? what? no, he's not my...
bob: i saw you two behind the bikeshed larry. pedalling dope if i know anything about it. which i don't, a good, righteous man of the world like me...
larry: we weren't pedalling dope bob
bob: what were you doing then
larry: we were pedalling... um... pedals
bob: oh larry, how could you? think of the children!
larry: i was, bob, i was. i needed to feed my kids
bob: you have kids?
larry: well no, but i plan to one day
bob: larry?
larry: yes bob
bob: (slaps larry)
larry: ouch
bob: you will talk, larry
larry: i am talking, bob
bob: tell me where to find jeremy
larry: don't do it bob, he is too strong for you
bob: (glares) (slaps larry again)
larry: he's just over there, pedalling small puppies from rwanda
jeremy: trinidad actually
larry: i thought you were pedalling them to trinidad
jeremy: oh no, they can pedal themselves
bob: i have you now
jeremy: um... would you like a small puppy? (profers puppy)
bob: what is it's name?
jeremy: frederick the younger
bob: no
jeremy: um... how about a pedal?
bob: (slaps jeremy)
jeremy: ow!
bob: you destroyed my wall
jeremy: that was back in the day... i was a sinner. but i'm an honest business man now, got a card and everything
bob: you hunted my blue whale
jeremy: i needed food to survive
bob: you tricked my friend larry
jeremy: it's not hard
bob: (slaps jeremy)
goldfish: stop! stop! can't we just have peace? violence is not the answer! peace, love and peace
bob and jeremy: ok
all: all you need is love...
end
larry: um... yes bob?
bob: we need to talk
larry: it wasn't me bob, i never done nothing
bob: don't get too cocky larry, it's not you we're going to talk about. you worthless swine. you piece of scum
larry: yes bob
bob: no, we're going to talk about your pal jeremy
larry: jeremy? what? no, he's not my...
bob: i saw you two behind the bikeshed larry. pedalling dope if i know anything about it. which i don't, a good, righteous man of the world like me...
larry: we weren't pedalling dope bob
bob: what were you doing then
larry: we were pedalling... um... pedals
bob: oh larry, how could you? think of the children!
larry: i was, bob, i was. i needed to feed my kids
bob: you have kids?
larry: well no, but i plan to one day
bob: larry?
larry: yes bob
bob: (slaps larry)
larry: ouch
bob: you will talk, larry
larry: i am talking, bob
bob: tell me where to find jeremy
larry: don't do it bob, he is too strong for you
bob: (glares) (slaps larry again)
larry: he's just over there, pedalling small puppies from rwanda
jeremy: trinidad actually
larry: i thought you were pedalling them to trinidad
jeremy: oh no, they can pedal themselves
bob: i have you now
jeremy: um... would you like a small puppy? (profers puppy)
bob: what is it's name?
jeremy: frederick the younger
bob: no
jeremy: um... how about a pedal?
bob: (slaps jeremy)
jeremy: ow!
bob: you destroyed my wall
jeremy: that was back in the day... i was a sinner. but i'm an honest business man now, got a card and everything
bob: you hunted my blue whale
jeremy: i needed food to survive
bob: you tricked my friend larry
jeremy: it's not hard
bob: (slaps jeremy)
goldfish: stop! stop! can't we just have peace? violence is not the answer! peace, love and peace
bob and jeremy: ok
all: all you need is love...
end
The Beast
Solo mark two
Okay, the backing mix is rubbish. Hell, the overall mix is rubbish. But rest assured that if I were a pro engineer with a multi-million pound studio, you'd love it as much as I do.
Can't you just feel the shriek in that guitar break?
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On that note, having re-listened to it via the website the "guitar break" does sound a bit like a vacum-cleaner. If you only knew the sounds that I combined to make that you would bow down and throw garden ornaments at my feet.
Or something.
I don't know.
Okay, the backing mix is rubbish. Hell, the overall mix is rubbish. But rest assured that if I were a pro engineer with a multi-million pound studio, you'd love it as much as I do.
Can't you just feel the shriek in that guitar break?
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On that note, having re-listened to it via the website the "guitar break" does sound a bit like a vacum-cleaner. If you only knew the sounds that I combined to make that you would bow down and throw garden ornaments at my feet.
Or something.
I don't know.
People Don't Take Me Seriously
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Mine is a lonesome existence, from misunderstanding to misunderstanding
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Mine is a lonesome existence, from misunderstanding to misunderstanding
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Sunday, March 19, 2006
Living In The Real World
It hit me again tonight at church - as Christians it sometimes feel like we're living like the Wizards in Harry Potter or something... seperate from the world; stuff that goes on in church doesn't go on in day-to-day life. I don't "live like a christian" in day-to-day life.
In my time I've seen people miraculously healed - just like that. I've seen people knocked off their feet - literally - by God's holy spirit. I've seen grown men break down into hysterical tears, I've seen young teenagers dancing and jumping around totally unashamed because of some internal joy. I've heard people prophesy directly and seen their prophesies come true, I've heard people have words from God that are relevant to other people who they've never even met before.
I don't know how anyone can experience that and doubt God's existence.
I don't know why so many people in the world today haven't experienced it - God's kingdom at work.
C. S. Lewis is a total legend, one of the best Christian writers ever. No doubt the Crippos in town will know him for The Screwtape Letters and Mere Christianity, and the non-crippos for Tales of Narnia.
Anyhow, I've been reading Mere Christianity and he echoes something he says in there in Narnia - in the one it's about Jesus, in the other, about Lucy.
It could be echoed for me or any other christian around the world and it goes something like this: s/he is either mad, bad or good.
If I told you that someone I know who had an incurable disease was prayed for and got better, what would you say? You have three options: either I'm mad - I'm making it up. But (contary to anything suggested by this blog) I'm sure most of you would agree I am sane. The second option is that I'm bad - I'm lying to you. To achieve what? Why the hell would I make up some stuff about God just for the sake of it? The third option - I'm telling the truth.
The same applies for Jesus (and this is what Lewis talks about) - either he was mad, or he was a liar, or he really was the Son of God, God in human form, who healed the sick, raised the dead and walked on water. Lewis says that the biggest disgrace you can put on Jesus is to say that he was a wise, goodly human teacher, but only human. For if Jesus was only human then he was wrong about being the Son of God - the only really bold statement he repeatedly made about himself - in which case he was either a liar, and therefore not good or loving at all, or he was mad in which case he wasn't wise and should not be trusted. And yet all the evidence points away from that.
I'm going in above my head now so I'm gonna stop but what I'm trying to say is that a) we (and by "we" I mean "I") should be living as if God moves in the everyday, living as christians in the real world as well as in church, and b) that I'm not trying hard enough to convince people that the God I believe in is real and if he is real then he is the most important thing ever.
Thanks for listening.
In my time I've seen people miraculously healed - just like that. I've seen people knocked off their feet - literally - by God's holy spirit. I've seen grown men break down into hysterical tears, I've seen young teenagers dancing and jumping around totally unashamed because of some internal joy. I've heard people prophesy directly and seen their prophesies come true, I've heard people have words from God that are relevant to other people who they've never even met before.
I don't know how anyone can experience that and doubt God's existence.
I don't know why so many people in the world today haven't experienced it - God's kingdom at work.
C. S. Lewis is a total legend, one of the best Christian writers ever. No doubt the Crippos in town will know him for The Screwtape Letters and Mere Christianity, and the non-crippos for Tales of Narnia.
Anyhow, I've been reading Mere Christianity and he echoes something he says in there in Narnia - in the one it's about Jesus, in the other, about Lucy.
It could be echoed for me or any other christian around the world and it goes something like this: s/he is either mad, bad or good.
If I told you that someone I know who had an incurable disease was prayed for and got better, what would you say? You have three options: either I'm mad - I'm making it up. But (contary to anything suggested by this blog) I'm sure most of you would agree I am sane. The second option is that I'm bad - I'm lying to you. To achieve what? Why the hell would I make up some stuff about God just for the sake of it? The third option - I'm telling the truth.
The same applies for Jesus (and this is what Lewis talks about) - either he was mad, or he was a liar, or he really was the Son of God, God in human form, who healed the sick, raised the dead and walked on water. Lewis says that the biggest disgrace you can put on Jesus is to say that he was a wise, goodly human teacher, but only human. For if Jesus was only human then he was wrong about being the Son of God - the only really bold statement he repeatedly made about himself - in which case he was either a liar, and therefore not good or loving at all, or he was mad in which case he wasn't wise and should not be trusted. And yet all the evidence points away from that.
I'm going in above my head now so I'm gonna stop but what I'm trying to say is that a) we (and by "we" I mean "I") should be living as if God moves in the everyday, living as christians in the real world as well as in church, and b) that I'm not trying hard enough to convince people that the God I believe in is real and if he is real then he is the most important thing ever.
Thanks for listening.
Alcohol and Its Ruinous Effects
I think that today I discovered the first time what sort of effect alcohol can have on you.
Me being a good christian boy and all that I've never actually been drunk, and whenever I've had any substantial quantity of drink it has been in a social context, sitting down inside where I wouldn't notice much difference.
Today I had the traditional glass of wine to accompany my Roast Pork Dinner and pretty soon afterwards partook of a game of table-tennis (Matt Smith, I know where you live so keep quiet). I was shocked at how my hand-eye co-ordination (sorry Timmy) was effected - I kept missing fairly easy returns, not even making contact with the ball. It was very amusing.
Needless to say I was still capable of giving Joey a good thrashing (ok, I think it was six games to five or even five-all but still...) but it was tricky stuff!
So I guess that I'll know not to drink-drive. As soon as I can drive I will refrain from drink-driving.
Hmm... I can see it now; a new Words of Wisdom...
no.
Me being a good christian boy and all that I've never actually been drunk, and whenever I've had any substantial quantity of drink it has been in a social context, sitting down inside where I wouldn't notice much difference.
Today I had the traditional glass of wine to accompany my Roast Pork Dinner and pretty soon afterwards partook of a game of table-tennis (Matt Smith, I know where you live so keep quiet). I was shocked at how my hand-eye co-ordination (sorry Timmy) was effected - I kept missing fairly easy returns, not even making contact with the ball. It was very amusing.
Needless to say I was still capable of giving Joey a good thrashing (ok, I think it was six games to five or even five-all but still...) but it was tricky stuff!
So I guess that I'll know not to drink-drive. As soon as I can drive I will refrain from drink-driving.
Hmm... I can see it now; a new Words of Wisdom...
no.
A Couple Of Things
For no particular reason other than a typo I decided to start a blog called Rob The Blog. It has one post. If you could comment on the post and link it to as many people as possible telling them to comment on it too, that would make me very happy.
Secondly, I've been recording this morning - Music Tech stuff - and it was all sounding really good until I put it on my PC (I hate cheap soundcards and Cubasis 4).
So anyway I am re-arranging Jack Johnson's "Crying Shame" - my version is a little too similar at the moment - and part of my arrangement features a breakdown followed by a guitar solo. I was under a lot of stress (the tracks go slightly out of sync when I put them on Cubasis) so I just soloed, and then soloed some more (how do you even spell that anyway?! solo'd?) and then listened to it.
And it sounded absolutely wack. So here is the solo (don't worry, it won't go into the final piece).
Secondly, I've been recording this morning - Music Tech stuff - and it was all sounding really good until I put it on my PC (I hate cheap soundcards and Cubasis 4).
So anyway I am re-arranging Jack Johnson's "Crying Shame" - my version is a little too similar at the moment - and part of my arrangement features a breakdown followed by a guitar solo. I was under a lot of stress (the tracks go slightly out of sync when I put them on Cubasis) so I just soloed, and then soloed some more (how do you even spell that anyway?! solo'd?) and then listened to it.
And it sounded absolutely wack. So here is the solo (don't worry, it won't go into the final piece).
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Ouch
Contary to anything you may have seen or read on this blog, I don't normally link these. But this is so amazing (apart from the facial expresssions at the end) I think it's worth it.
I think that if he could play that on a standard-tuned guitar he'd deserve more respect.
I think that if he could play that on a standard-tuned guitar he'd deserve more respect.
Toys So Alive
Shoutouts to Jack Pflug, my oddly-named English buddy who recently completed this very neat little video.
His life sucks yet he still has the... well, I don't know what he has to be honest. But I liked the Chewie air-guitar action.
His life sucks yet he still has the... well, I don't know what he has to be honest. But I liked the Chewie air-guitar action.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing...
Do you ever get it when you're expecting someone to do something even if it hasn't been formally planned, and because of the expectation you don't actually do anything, you just sit around?
I should take responsibility, do some work or something and then if something happens I can stop.
But I never do... I just sit around.
It's cuz I'm a planned person I guess so if it's gonna be spontaneous I like to be ready.
Hmm.
I should take responsibility, do some work or something and then if something happens I can stop.
But I never do... I just sit around.
It's cuz I'm a planned person I guess so if it's gonna be spontaneous I like to be ready.
Hmm.
More Wisdom For The Masses
Er... ok, we've done sex (not literally... naughty!) so now for Drugs.
Drugs are easy compared to sex... that is, easier to take and easier to talk about. Drugs are basically bad but that doesn't mean you should avoid them. Jesus drank wine. I'm pretty sure that Elijah was smoking dope.
That was a joke.
Seriously then: drugs that are allowed: caffeine, alcohol, paracetamol, ecstacy, coke.
That is all.
Everything else is forbidden.
Don't touch the hard stuff... the only thing you should take is our number.
Talk to Frank.
All that jazz.
*Disclaimer* I am not promoting the use of ecstacy, coke or paracetamol. They are just lucky enough not to be forbidden yet.
Drugs are easy compared to sex... that is, easier to take and easier to talk about. Drugs are basically bad but that doesn't mean you should avoid them. Jesus drank wine. I'm pretty sure that Elijah was smoking dope.
That was a joke.
Seriously then: drugs that are allowed: caffeine, alcohol, paracetamol, ecstacy, coke.
That is all.
Everything else is forbidden.
Don't touch the hard stuff... the only thing you should take is our number.
Talk to Frank.
All that jazz.
*Disclaimer* I am not promoting the use of ecstacy, coke or paracetamol. They are just lucky enough not to be forbidden yet.
Scientology
Some Scientologist "recollections" of past lives:
"These included memories of being "deceived into a love affair with a robot decked out as a beautiful blond-haired girl", being run over by a Martian bishop driving a steamroller, being transformed into an intergalactic walrus that perished after falling out of a flying saucer, and being "a very happy being who strayed to the planet Nostra 23,064,000,000 years ago".
Seriously... I mean... bleh!
"These included memories of being "deceived into a love affair with a robot decked out as a beautiful blond-haired girl", being run over by a Martian bishop driving a steamroller, being transformed into an intergalactic walrus that perished after falling out of a flying saucer, and being "a very happy being who strayed to the planet Nostra 23,064,000,000 years ago".
Seriously... I mean... bleh!
and you can dream, so dream out loud...
but my dreams are not to share.
not now, at any rate.
so much for spring... more snow and more ice-cold winds.
winter, your time is over. go!
not now, at any rate.
so much for spring... more snow and more ice-cold winds.
winter, your time is over. go!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
You're Amazing
People have been saying to me "Robin, you're amazing" a lot recently.
Now I'd be the first to agree, and I'm not going to be judgemental, but it seems to me that they don't really mean that I'm great, wonderful, almighty etc. When they say "you're amazing" they mean "aw, your silly little idiosynchrasies are so amusing I almost find it attractive. Bless."
Well, I'm not gonna stand for it any more: if you think I'm amazing, out with it! If not, keep quiet.
Now I'd be the first to agree, and I'm not going to be judgemental, but it seems to me that they don't really mean that I'm great, wonderful, almighty etc. When they say "you're amazing" they mean "aw, your silly little idiosynchrasies are so amusing I almost find it attractive. Bless."
Well, I'm not gonna stand for it any more: if you think I'm amazing, out with it! If not, keep quiet.
Today I...
...Nearly jumped on an old man.
No seriously folks, it's true.
Well you see, there's this wall (I'd take a photo but it's freezing cold outside so you're gonna have to imagine it). It's maybe six to eight feet tall on one side, and two feet tall on the other. The one side has Hartfield Avenue and the other has Cotham School's field. Now when I'm in a rush to get home and the field isn't too muddy, I cut from the music block across the field.
On this particular day I happen to have a football (that I generously lent to my friend Haeun) in my hands so I have to go to the lowest bit of the wall. I step onto it and am about to step off when I see this head by my foot.
I'm like "Oh, er, sorry. Hi," and the guy's like "er... hi," and walks off.
And that's my life story, kids.
No seriously folks, it's true.
Well you see, there's this wall (I'd take a photo but it's freezing cold outside so you're gonna have to imagine it). It's maybe six to eight feet tall on one side, and two feet tall on the other. The one side has Hartfield Avenue and the other has Cotham School's field. Now when I'm in a rush to get home and the field isn't too muddy, I cut from the music block across the field.
On this particular day I happen to have a football (that I generously lent to my friend Haeun) in my hands so I have to go to the lowest bit of the wall. I step onto it and am about to step off when I see this head by my foot.
I'm like "Oh, er, sorry. Hi," and the guy's like "er... hi," and walks off.
And that's my life story, kids.
time will never wait
time will never wait for me
where did they go, all those years?
sun still moving away in the sky
faster than i can run
still so fresh and so young
what do i know about facing fears?
yet everything is racing by
rise and set with the sun
time will never wait for me
close my eyes, hide my head
the world's changed again, one more time
i can't keep the pace
and it's so much bigger than i thought
open mouth and eyes wide
i need a map, a better guide
to find my place
time will never wait for me
only sweep me off my feet
don't know where i'm supposed to be
time will never wait for me
where did they go, all those years?
sun still moving away in the sky
faster than i can run
still so fresh and so young
what do i know about facing fears?
yet everything is racing by
rise and set with the sun
time will never wait for me
close my eyes, hide my head
the world's changed again, one more time
i can't keep the pace
and it's so much bigger than i thought
open mouth and eyes wide
i need a map, a better guide
to find my place
time will never wait for me
only sweep me off my feet
don't know where i'm supposed to be
time will never wait for me
Controversial?
This is aimed at the christian readers out there... is this blasphemous? Is it the kind of thing I should find funny, or is it just rude?Personally I think it's hilarious but I'm not quite at ease.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna burn any embassies ; )
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Spring Is Here
Actually it came nearly two weeks ago, but then it ran off again when that snow 'n' stuff started. But it's back again, and I have evidence (I would have more but my camera died - and ruined half the pic's too). I wore a shirt outside today and was only mildly chilly.
Oh.... and er, shoutouts to Olly Matthews. For
some reason. 
Oh.... and er, shoutouts to Olly Matthews. For
some reason. 
Writing Deep
I think I find it hard to be open, or particularly deep - in general, but specifically on my blog (cuz that's where I'm writing).
I leave most of my "deep" stuff to put in lyrics (that way no-one understands what I'm saying anyway) but the problem is, I just can't take myself seriously when I'm being deep.
In fact, a lot of my petty little blog entries I have later scorned at and gone "pah! Pah to you!"
So... um... yes. I'm normal.
I leave most of my "deep" stuff to put in lyrics (that way no-one understands what I'm saying anyway) but the problem is, I just can't take myself seriously when I'm being deep.
In fact, a lot of my petty little blog entries I have later scorned at and gone "pah! Pah to you!"
So... um... yes. I'm normal.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The Joys of Archiving
I went a-browsing through my archives in slightly more depth today (actually I spent over an hour that should have been occupied with work) and I realised what a great thing archives are.
I was able to look back on a relatively open map of my life as far as I had been bothered to write about. I could see how relationships had changed, what God had done... what I'd gotten angry about...
I'll tell you one thing - I was a lot happier last summer.
But there are reasons - I'd left behind some burdensome stuff, I'd finished school, it was summer, I was young and free...
I can also see how much my blogging style has matured. I mean, I've written a lot of posts the last few months that I'd happily delete - they are, effectively, posts of confusion: where I haven't known what to write. That does signify a slight decline in general happiness since summer.
However, I have also managed to write far more ably, sometimes more amusingly, often more thoughtfully...
and I've got pics in a lot of my latest entries.
My, how I've grown.
I was able to look back on a relatively open map of my life as far as I had been bothered to write about. I could see how relationships had changed, what God had done... what I'd gotten angry about...
I'll tell you one thing - I was a lot happier last summer.
But there are reasons - I'd left behind some burdensome stuff, I'd finished school, it was summer, I was young and free...
I can also see how much my blogging style has matured. I mean, I've written a lot of posts the last few months that I'd happily delete - they are, effectively, posts of confusion: where I haven't known what to write. That does signify a slight decline in general happiness since summer.
However, I have also managed to write far more ably, sometimes more amusingly, often more thoughtfully...
and I've got pics in a lot of my latest entries.
My, how I've grown.
continued... some more! with goldfish
bob: so... uh... continuing...
larry: the goldfish. and seals
bob: ah yeah, stuff the goldfish. let's go find some seals
goldfish: but...
bob: ah, there you are hmm?
goldfish: i was just getting a closer look at this birch tree
bob: go find some seals
goldfish: ok
(several months later)
bob: hey look, it's the goldfish
goldfish: yo
bob: seals?
goldfish: turns out, most of 'em live in antarctica
bob: what?
goldfish: in the sea
bob: you're kidding
goldfish: no, for real
bob: you mean... larry lied to me?
larry: (looks guilty) it wasn't me
bob: (glares)
larry: it was my cousin
goldfish: (glares)
larry: i mean...
(pause)
larry: i'm sorry bob. i'm sorry
larry: the goldfish. and seals
bob: ah yeah, stuff the goldfish. let's go find some seals
goldfish: but...
bob: ah, there you are hmm?
goldfish: i was just getting a closer look at this birch tree
bob: go find some seals
goldfish: ok
(several months later)
bob: hey look, it's the goldfish
goldfish: yo
bob: seals?
goldfish: turns out, most of 'em live in antarctica
bob: what?
goldfish: in the sea
bob: you're kidding
goldfish: no, for real
bob: you mean... larry lied to me?
larry: (looks guilty) it wasn't me
bob: (glares)
larry: it was my cousin
goldfish: (glares)
larry: i mean...
(pause)
larry: i'm sorry bob. i'm sorry
Monday, March 13, 2006
Finally, a rant with some moral grounding
I hate stereotypes.
Sure, some of the jokes are funny (eg. "What do you call a Chav in a locker?" "Safe" - that one had me in fits). But really, they're not that funny. I'd say it'd be a worthy sacrafice - losing a few half-wit jokes along with the whole stereotype thing.
You know, it really scares me. Remember what happened in Germany back in the 1930's? A bunch of guys started hating on Jews cuz they were rich, educated and... Jewish. And then ten years later there's six million murdered Jews and a huge scar on this powerful nation's conscience.
You look around on the internet and there's websites dedicated to hate - "I hate Chavs," "I hate Emos" - I've seen that stuff around everywhere. And you wouldn't find it on the net but there's also a lot of "I hate geeks" and "I hate private school kids" (I don't even know the nicknames for them).
Anyway, it's dangerous and a few jokes can get out of proportion and you get people convinced that they hate someone they've never met just cuz of what they wear, the music they listen to, the way they speak! Crying out loud, what world is this?
It's all about image - people buy into image. They like someone just cuz of their image or they dislike someone just cuz of their image. Image pisses me off a lot and I'm a slave to it just like everyone else - I spend a lot of time trying to persuade myself I look ok by standing in front of a piece of glass and it's futile! I've seen the photos - the mirror lies to me. The guy in the mirror looks pretty good but the guy in the photos - that's the real me. What's the point? I spend money on clothes to make sure I look half-decent. Why does it matter? It doesn't matter. Why should anyone be able to form a judgemental opinion cuz of what someone looks like? No-one should be able to form an opinion on anyone they haven't been locked in a room with for three days!
"I hate Chavs," "I hate Emos," I hate stereotypes.
Sure, some of the jokes are funny (eg. "What do you call a Chav in a locker?" "Safe" - that one had me in fits). But really, they're not that funny. I'd say it'd be a worthy sacrafice - losing a few half-wit jokes along with the whole stereotype thing.
You know, it really scares me. Remember what happened in Germany back in the 1930's? A bunch of guys started hating on Jews cuz they were rich, educated and... Jewish. And then ten years later there's six million murdered Jews and a huge scar on this powerful nation's conscience.
You look around on the internet and there's websites dedicated to hate - "I hate Chavs," "I hate Emos" - I've seen that stuff around everywhere. And you wouldn't find it on the net but there's also a lot of "I hate geeks" and "I hate private school kids" (I don't even know the nicknames for them).
Anyway, it's dangerous and a few jokes can get out of proportion and you get people convinced that they hate someone they've never met just cuz of what they wear, the music they listen to, the way they speak! Crying out loud, what world is this?
It's all about image - people buy into image. They like someone just cuz of their image or they dislike someone just cuz of their image. Image pisses me off a lot and I'm a slave to it just like everyone else - I spend a lot of time trying to persuade myself I look ok by standing in front of a piece of glass and it's futile! I've seen the photos - the mirror lies to me. The guy in the mirror looks pretty good but the guy in the photos - that's the real me. What's the point? I spend money on clothes to make sure I look half-decent. Why does it matter? It doesn't matter. Why should anyone be able to form a judgemental opinion cuz of what someone looks like? No-one should be able to form an opinion on anyone they haven't been locked in a room with for three days!
"I hate Chavs," "I hate Emos," I hate stereotypes.
Roberto's Blogging Moods: A Guide
Happy
Wow, aren't I funny?
Brag, boast, random nonsense
Thoughtful
(photos, lyrics)
look, no capitals
Kinda Low
I'm in one of those moods where I can't think of anything to write
Whinge whinge, whine, complain
Oh look, my readers have all died of boredom
wait, i won't write in capitals here either. oh, they're still dead
Passionate
Rant, rant, something very UnPC by mistake
Um... did I mean that? Yes. No. I think so.
Really Low
...
Lazy
(someone else's lyrics, links)
Note: These should not be taken for graned 100% of the time. For example, if I am away on holiday - or very busy - I will not post. That does not mean I am Really Low.
Wow, aren't I funny?
Brag, boast, random nonsense
Thoughtful
(photos, lyrics)
look, no capitals
Kinda Low
I'm in one of those moods where I can't think of anything to write
Whinge whinge, whine, complain
Oh look, my readers have all died of boredom
wait, i won't write in capitals here either. oh, they're still dead
Passionate
Rant, rant, something very UnPC by mistake
Um... did I mean that? Yes. No. I think so.
Really Low
...
Lazy
(someone else's lyrics, links)
Note: These should not be taken for graned 100% of the time. For example, if I am away on holiday - or very busy - I will not post. That does not mean I am Really Low.
Close Encounters of the Vocal Kind
System Of A Down: Where'd you expect us to go when the bombs fall...
Esther: Pause!
Robin: Aaah! (pauses music)
Esther: Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me... oops, too high
Robin: Aaah!
Esther: Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow , skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true... hehehehehe
Robin: WTF? n00b
Esther: hehe (leaves room)
Robin: Aaaaah
Joey: Come on, B
Robin: (leaves room too)
(wait, he's still blogging) (and doing philosophy) (how can he leave?) (God knows, he's amazing)
Esther: Pause!
Robin: Aaah! (pauses music)
Esther: Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me... oops, too high
Robin: Aaah!
Esther: Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow , skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true... hehehehehe
Robin: WTF? n00b
Esther: hehe (leaves room)
Robin: Aaaaah
Joey: Come on, B
Robin: (leaves room too)
(wait, he's still blogging) (and doing philosophy) (how can he leave?) (God knows, he's amazing)
Great News
I have managed to include a reference to domesticated kittens - and hat-stands - in my philosophy essay.
There is yet hope!
There is yet hope!
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Bedtime
Well, after a long and busy day (which involved church, guitars, eggy-bread, flicking beer-bottle caps into a glass, lunch, orange juice, more church, more guitars, Lost Season 2 Episode 1, washing up, table-tennis and much, much more) I am nearly ready for bed: which got me thinking.
Isn't being able to go to bed one of the nicest things ever? Even if, like me, your bed is 5.5 feet above ground
I'd say that for most people, being able to go to bed -that is, having brushed your teeth, gotten dressed etc. etc. - is one of the nicest feeligngs ever. The day is over - nothing more to do, you're clean and warm you can just relax, lie down in a comfy bed...
Whereas, for most of the time, getting up is the opposite. It's hell - you look a state, feel dizzy and dazed, you've got to leave the warm comfort of your bed...
Well, I'd better go.
Isn't being able to go to bed one of the nicest things ever? Even if, like me, your bed is 5.5 feet above ground
I'd say that for most people, being able to go to bed -that is, having brushed your teeth, gotten dressed etc. etc. - is one of the nicest feeligngs ever. The day is over - nothing more to do, you're clean and warm you can just relax, lie down in a comfy bed...Whereas, for most of the time, getting up is the opposite. It's hell - you look a state, feel dizzy and dazed, you've got to leave the warm comfort of your bed...
Well, I'd better go.
Sleepy Sunday-afternoon Syndrome
I am literally too tired to work.
Or blog, so I won't bore you... but the more observant among you will notice that the Cbox has gone. Reason? It was rubbish.
I reccomend asprin.
Or blog, so I won't bore you... but the more observant among you will notice that the Cbox has gone. Reason? It was rubbish.
I reccomend asprin.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Muppet Personality Test
| You Are Kermit |
 Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know. You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems. Don't worry - everyone knows it's not easy being green. Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies! |
(OK, I can't pretend I'm loveable and friendly... but they were right about the flies)
Friendship by Tenacious D
This song goes out to all my friends ('specially Barrie Bear - thanks for the revelation, dude)... just thought I'd share the words with you
Friendship is rare
Do you know what I'm saying to you?
Friendship is rare
My derriere
When you find out much later
That they don't really care
It's rare... to me
Can't you see
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
Oh shit, there's a bear
Could you hand me that shotgun, buddy
There on that chair?
We're fighting a bear
Now your life's in great danger
And you don't even care
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
It's rare... to me
Say a prayer... for me
Cuz it's rare to be in Tenacious D
Friends will be friends - they're running naked in the sand
Friends holding hands - they'll someday surely form a band
Friends will be friends - they say that friends are friends to the bitter end
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
Friends will be friends - they're running naked in the sand
Friends holding hands - they'll someday surely form a band
Friends will be friends - they say that friends are friends to the bitter end
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be... friends..... yeah.
Friendship is rare
Do you know what I'm saying to you?
Friendship is rare
My derriere
When you find out much later
That they don't really care
It's rare... to me
Can't you see
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
Oh shit, there's a bear
Could you hand me that shotgun, buddy
There on that chair?
We're fighting a bear
Now your life's in great danger
And you don't even care
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
It's rare... to me
Can't you see?
It's rare... to me
Say a prayer... for me
Cuz it's rare to be in Tenacious D
Friends will be friends - they're running naked in the sand
Friends holding hands - they'll someday surely form a band
Friends will be friends - they say that friends are friends to the bitter end
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
Friends will be friends - they're running naked in the sand
Friends holding hands - they'll someday surely form a band
Friends will be friends - they say that friends are friends to the bitter end
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be friends
As long as there's a record deal we'll always be... friends..... yeah.
I love you Wikipedia
My saviour.
It has all the answers.
Philosopy essay underway...
...isn't it weird how moods change tho'? Like yesterday I was feeling really bitter, I don't even know what about, and today I just feel totally exhausted. But in a nice(ish) way.
Meh. Breakfast.
It has all the answers.
Philosopy essay underway...
...isn't it weird how moods change tho'? Like yesterday I was feeling really bitter, I don't even know what about, and today I just feel totally exhausted. But in a nice(ish) way.
Meh. Breakfast.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Recipe for Disaster
- Bannana skins
- Concrete mixer
- China shop
- Bull
- Mice
- Elephants
- Daggers
- Russia
- A broken guitar
- The Apocalypse
Just add water
- Concrete mixer
- China shop
- Bull
- Mice
- Elephants
- Daggers
- Russia
- A broken guitar
- The Apocalypse
Just add water
Feeling-Blogging
I guess the times I want to blog most are when I'm feeling something strongest (as now). Unfortunately these are also the times that I'm least eloquent and, to be honest, have the least idea of what to write.
Well, I can't really write anything now, but I'll let you in on one thing: it's about swearing.
The concept of swearing is essentially (in my opinion) bad. Morally I guess. It's basically taking words with crude meanings and mainpulating them.
Unfortunately, swear-words are twice as effective for making a point, be it in anger or humour.
As I try to avoid swearing in day-to-day life, so I try to avoid swearing on this blog.
Alas, there are times when it would be so helpful to break this little taboo.
Well, I can't really write anything now, but I'll let you in on one thing: it's about swearing.
The concept of swearing is essentially (in my opinion) bad. Morally I guess. It's basically taking words with crude meanings and mainpulating them.
Unfortunately, swear-words are twice as effective for making a point, be it in anger or humour.
As I try to avoid swearing in day-to-day life, so I try to avoid swearing on this blog.
Alas, there are times when it would be so helpful to break this little taboo.
Work Worries
After assuming that a Philosophy Essay was due in a week later than it actually is, my horizon began to look a little cloudy.
Now the official hand-in date is on Monday (I, thank God, have an extension) and my current grade is a D.
Now, D's didn't even exist to me until Sixth Form. The concept of a D was like the concept of... I dunno... a guy somewhere who can eat his own arm, let it pass through his digestive system whole, deficate, pick up his arm and sew it back on. Unheard of, basically.
So anyway, as I want to get an A in Philosophy I really need to put in the hours. Don't get me wrong, the essay is completed, and it's well within the word count... it's just wrong.
I haven't done it right.
I've never done a Philosophy essay before.
Now the official hand-in date is on Monday (I, thank God, have an extension) and my current grade is a D.
Now, D's didn't even exist to me until Sixth Form. The concept of a D was like the concept of... I dunno... a guy somewhere who can eat his own arm, let it pass through his digestive system whole, deficate, pick up his arm and sew it back on. Unheard of, basically.
So anyway, as I want to get an A in Philosophy I really need to put in the hours. Don't get me wrong, the essay is completed, and it's well within the word count... it's just wrong.
I haven't done it right.
I've never done a Philosophy essay before.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
You Don't Need to be Smart to be a Smartass...
...You just need to be an ass.
Do you ever get it when you come over super-smug and smarmy for tiny little reasons?
I do all the time.
I'm great, me. Amazing. Know why?
Do you ever get it when you come over super-smug and smarmy for tiny little reasons?
I do all the time.
I'm great, me. Amazing. Know why?
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Imparting More Wisdom Unto A World of Fools
I remember (and the more dedicated of you will also remember) the good old days when i was writing my Book of Wisdom.
Heck, by the looks of it you all need bags of the stuff so I though that, every so often, when the mood takes me, I'll write you some wise stuff.
I thought I'd cover the more embarassing stuff first to get it off your chests, so here it is: Sex.
Don't do it, kids - that's all I can say.
In this day and age you never know what you might catch (STIs, children... think of the consequences), let alone what gender the person you're with actually is. Also it doesn't make God happy. (This is a trap)
So don't do it. Say no. Just hold hands.
And to all you guys out there, beware even holding hands with girls. They are evil and manipulative and have sharp fingernails.
Oh, and look both ways before crossing the road.
That's me done for today :D
Heck, by the looks of it you all need bags of the stuff so I though that, every so often, when the mood takes me, I'll write you some wise stuff.
I thought I'd cover the more embarassing stuff first to get it off your chests, so here it is: Sex.
Don't do it, kids - that's all I can say.
In this day and age you never know what you might catch (STIs, children... think of the consequences), let alone what gender the person you're with actually is. Also it doesn't make God happy. (This is a trap)
So don't do it. Say no. Just hold hands.
And to all you guys out there, beware even holding hands with girls. They are evil and manipulative and have sharp fingernails.
Oh, and look both ways before crossing the road.
That's me done for today :D
trying to understand
that feeling you get when you just can't sit still
waiting for the moment, waiting for the revelation
mind-racing whirlwind, head over heels
don't know what it is but it's got your imagination
sometimes i just wanna stand up and sing
open up my soul to the sky and the wind
watching the echoes come bouncing back again
all washed clean by the falling rain
that feeling that won't let you stay where you are
in the back of your mind the spark is lit
don't know where to go, where to start
don't know what you're looking for or where to find it
so take up your pen and write it all down
feet in the air and your head on the ground
spill it, head spinning, trying to grasp
time is so slow but time moves so fast
let it all out, let it all out, let it all out, let it all out
waiting for the moment, waiting for the revelation
mind-racing whirlwind, head over heels
don't know what it is but it's got your imagination
sometimes i just wanna stand up and sing
open up my soul to the sky and the wind
watching the echoes come bouncing back again
all washed clean by the falling rain
that feeling that won't let you stay where you are
in the back of your mind the spark is lit
don't know where to go, where to start
don't know what you're looking for or where to find it
so take up your pen and write it all down
feet in the air and your head on the ground
spill it, head spinning, trying to grasp
time is so slow but time moves so fast
let it all out, let it all out, let it all out, let it all out
the big 4-0-0 featuring a goldfish
goldfish: ooooh, my bob, my darling i hunger for your touch, i...
bob: stow thy lip, fishy
larry: hey bob
bob: waddup, larz
larry: so, wanna go hunting?
bob: you mean for seals?
larry: you damn right i do
bob: ok, wait while i get my gun (gets his gun)
larry: (ties his shoelaces)
(several hours later)
bob: so, larry, did you ever hunt seals before?
larry: not as such, no
bob: but you're sure you know how it's done?
larry: it's fine bob, we're probably just looking for the wrong sort of tree
goldfish: i had a seal once
bob: dude, keep your personal history to yourself
larry: let's try this fir (shakes fir tree)
jeremy: (falls out of fir tree) ow!
bob: trying to catch our seals were you?
jeremy: no! no! i was after sperm whales
bob: oh yeah? where's your whaling boat?
jeremy: it's still up there (wails)
whaling boat: (falls out of fir tree) ow!
bob: ok, you've proved your point. you just tell us if you see any squirrels (cocks rifle menacingly)
larry: uh, you mean seals
bob: that's what i said
(a few days later)
goldfish: nice beard
bob: larry, you lied to us
larry: i swear i never bob... hey look! a genuine real-life seal wearing a pink tuxedo and a... a miniskirt?... and smoking a cigar! (points)
bob: (looks)
goldfish: (looks)
larry: (runs away)
bob: i can't see... wait a second
(to be continued)
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(continued)
bob: wait a second... that's not a cigar, it's a copper pipe. hey, where'd larry go?
goldfish: he's scarpered. buggered off, so he has *not stolen from monty python, honest*
bob: well let's go get him (goes and gets larry)
larry: you can't get me that easy
bob: yes i can
larry: i shall resist (resists) (resists some more)
bob: he's resisting, help me fishy!
goldfish: my... name... is... not... fishy! (pounces)
bob: er... nice pounce. where'd he go?
larry: i don't know, bob, i don't know
(to be continued... some more!)
bob: stow thy lip, fishy
larry: hey bob
bob: waddup, larz
larry: so, wanna go hunting?
bob: you mean for seals?
larry: you damn right i do
bob: ok, wait while i get my gun (gets his gun)
larry: (ties his shoelaces)
(several hours later)
bob: so, larry, did you ever hunt seals before?
larry: not as such, no
bob: but you're sure you know how it's done?
larry: it's fine bob, we're probably just looking for the wrong sort of tree
goldfish: i had a seal once
bob: dude, keep your personal history to yourself
larry: let's try this fir (shakes fir tree)
jeremy: (falls out of fir tree) ow!
bob: trying to catch our seals were you?
jeremy: no! no! i was after sperm whales
bob: oh yeah? where's your whaling boat?
jeremy: it's still up there (wails)
whaling boat: (falls out of fir tree) ow!
bob: ok, you've proved your point. you just tell us if you see any squirrels (cocks rifle menacingly)
larry: uh, you mean seals
bob: that's what i said
(a few days later)
goldfish: nice beard
bob: larry, you lied to us
larry: i swear i never bob... hey look! a genuine real-life seal wearing a pink tuxedo and a... a miniskirt?... and smoking a cigar! (points)
bob: (looks)
goldfish: (looks)
larry: (runs away)
bob: i can't see... wait a second
(to be continued)
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(continued)
bob: wait a second... that's not a cigar, it's a copper pipe. hey, where'd larry go?
goldfish: he's scarpered. buggered off, so he has *not stolen from monty python, honest*
bob: well let's go get him (goes and gets larry)
larry: you can't get me that easy
bob: yes i can
larry: i shall resist (resists) (resists some more)
bob: he's resisting, help me fishy!
goldfish: my... name... is... not... fishy! (pounces)
bob: er... nice pounce. where'd he go?
larry: i don't know, bob, i don't know
(to be continued... some more!)
?
can you tell me exactly what i mean
where i should be going, who i should be
why does it feel like you're still looking at me?
i so didn't write that
do you ever get that?
when something you wrote just sounds dumb?
ah well. the song in itself is pretty good in its fullness.
we're so changeable, we humans. changeable and yet unchanged.
so, back to work :D
when something you wrote just sounds dumb?
ah well. the song in itself is pretty good in its fullness.
we're so changeable, we humans. changeable and yet unchanged.
so, back to work :D
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
True Love
It's been playing on my mind again...
I don't get why this whole thing bugs me so much... the whole love/romance thing...
maybe it's an appetite that no earthly thing can ever truly satisfy, a longing for relationship and understanding.
Wow, that came out kinda deep.
I wrote a song last summer... I was with a girl but I thought I liked someone else. Or something. Complicated.
Can a heart be torn a hundred ways,
Could a feeling so real still lead astray?
It feels like every time I meet your gaze
There's something more
Can my heart be right as well as wrong?
Never so real, never so strong
I wouldn't say this just for anyone
Does that make sense to you ?
Torn apart, what does true love mean anyway?
The tear so deep inside, the closeness in your eyes
What must be will yet become
Whatever I've said, whatever I've done
Loose what I've lost, win what I've won
Don't leave me alone, don't leave me
Can you tell me exactly what I mean
Where I should be going, who I should be
Why does it feel like you're still looking at me?
I don't get why this whole thing bugs me so much... the whole love/romance thing...
maybe it's an appetite that no earthly thing can ever truly satisfy, a longing for relationship and understanding.
Wow, that came out kinda deep.
I wrote a song last summer... I was with a girl but I thought I liked someone else. Or something. Complicated.
Can a heart be torn a hundred ways,
Could a feeling so real still lead astray?
It feels like every time I meet your gaze
There's something more
Can my heart be right as well as wrong?
Never so real, never so strong
I wouldn't say this just for anyone
Does that make sense to you ?
Torn apart, what does true love mean anyway?
The tear so deep inside, the closeness in your eyes
What must be will yet become
Whatever I've said, whatever I've done
Loose what I've lost, win what I've won
Don't leave me alone, don't leave me
Can you tell me exactly what I mean
Where I should be going, who I should be
Why does it feel like you're still looking at me?
Scary Stuff
If you have an hour to spare and care about the future of the human race you should really take a look at this.
I'm not saying I necessarily believe it, but they make some very interesting - and frighteningly accurate - points, and the American Government certainly hasn't been telling the whole truth.
The bigger picture is terrifying sometimes, huh? I was happy just worrying about my *own* life...
I'm not saying I necessarily believe it, but they make some very interesting - and frighteningly accurate - points, and the American Government certainly hasn't been telling the whole truth.
The bigger picture is terrifying sometimes, huh? I was happy just worrying about my *own* life...
bob bob bob bob bob
bob: uh... yo, larz
larry: hey bob
bob: hey. long time no see
larry: what do you mean? i saw you yesterday
bob: you did?
larry: yeah, you were in your room and you had these melons and you were sticking them on the wall. i came in and said hi
bob: oh... er... right. 'course you did
larry: yeah, and then you were cutting out these little pictures of cats and talking to them
bob: you're making this up dude
larry: and then there was the peaches and the mangoes...
bob: (goes bright red) stop yourself!
larry: do you doubt me?
bob: doubt is such a strong word, larz
larry: i say it again, do you doubt me?
bob: no, dude, i love you
goldfish: (holding back tears) that's... that's the most beautiful thing i ever heard
bob: really? hey, tha...
goldfish: nah, i'm just kidding
(pause)
bob: oh
larry: um, bob, is there something you wanna tell me?
bob: the past is behind us, larry
(pause)
bob: was that meant to be funny?
(bigger pause)
goldfish: i'm gonna quit if you don't get your act together
larry: hey bob
bob: hey. long time no see
larry: what do you mean? i saw you yesterday
bob: you did?
larry: yeah, you were in your room and you had these melons and you were sticking them on the wall. i came in and said hi
bob: oh... er... right. 'course you did
larry: yeah, and then you were cutting out these little pictures of cats and talking to them
bob: you're making this up dude
larry: and then there was the peaches and the mangoes...
bob: (goes bright red) stop yourself!
larry: do you doubt me?
bob: doubt is such a strong word, larz
larry: i say it again, do you doubt me?
bob: no, dude, i love you
goldfish: (holding back tears) that's... that's the most beautiful thing i ever heard
bob: really? hey, tha...
goldfish: nah, i'm just kidding
(pause)
bob: oh
larry: um, bob, is there something you wanna tell me?
bob: the past is behind us, larry
(pause)
bob: was that meant to be funny?
(bigger pause)
goldfish: i'm gonna quit if you don't get your act together
Monday, March 06, 2006
keep quiet
...and so i make an idiot of myself again
thinking that rich was still trying to persuade naomi to help him arranging flowers (as he had been earlier) i jokingly offered to step in and was then informed that he needed someone to go with him to his fiancee's house holding said flowers, and that he had taken my offer seriously
i do need to stop trying to be funny
thinking that rich was still trying to persuade naomi to help him arranging flowers (as he had been earlier) i jokingly offered to step in and was then informed that he needed someone to go with him to his fiancee's house holding said flowers, and that he had taken my offer seriously
i do need to stop trying to be funny
interesting facts
it's bloody cold outside!
i have a cut in my mouth and it really hurts!
i've got really short hair!
my life's a mess, can't you tell?
i have a cut in my mouth and it really hurts!
i've got really short hair!
my life's a mess, can't you tell?
Friends and Enemies
Do you ever get it where you sorta subconscioiusly build up rivalries between other people?
I do it towards a couple of guys I know - similar age, probably similar abilities and interests. It's not that I dislike them - on the contary, I try to respect them etc... there's just something there. I was thinking about it. I think it's all misunderstanding and misinterpretation.
Anyway, thinking about that got me thinking about my relationships. I really don't have any good friends (don't worry, this isn't a "pity me" thing it's an observation). Don't get me wrong, my friends are great. I just don't connect with anybody on a deeper level than below surface, which I think is necessary if you begin to have "best" friends or a tight-knit group that actually understand one another.
But guys are very hard to connect with generally so although my friends are all good friends, great to have a laugh with, hang around with etc, I don't think we entirely understand each other and I guess we'd find it hard to spend more than a few hours together because once the conversation goes, you've either gotta hit it deep or you just sit around in awkwardness.
I do it towards a couple of guys I know - similar age, probably similar abilities and interests. It's not that I dislike them - on the contary, I try to respect them etc... there's just something there. I was thinking about it. I think it's all misunderstanding and misinterpretation.
Anyway, thinking about that got me thinking about my relationships. I really don't have any good friends (don't worry, this isn't a "pity me" thing it's an observation). Don't get me wrong, my friends are great. I just don't connect with anybody on a deeper level than below surface, which I think is necessary if you begin to have "best" friends or a tight-knit group that actually understand one another.
But guys are very hard to connect with generally so although my friends are all good friends, great to have a laugh with, hang around with etc, I don't think we entirely understand each other and I guess we'd find it hard to spend more than a few hours together because once the conversation goes, you've either gotta hit it deep or you just sit around in awkwardness.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Fate, Life, Time, that whole thing, "..."
"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil"
Thanks for that, Tolkien. What an insight. What wisdom.
I could sure be using my time better.
Does the thought of fate ever screw with you? I guess reading and watching stirring, thought-provoking stuff really gets me thinking...
I could sure be using my time better.
And The Roller-Coaster Of Love Takes Another Turn
...and Robin doesn't fall out...
...because he is wearing two safety belts. The poor sucker next to him, on the other hand...
Relationships are so confusing, "romantic" ones doubly so.
And girls are so weird.
I'm gonna go drink some beer, saw me some wood and then shoot foxes with my gun.
...because he is wearing two safety belts. The poor sucker next to him, on the other hand...
Relationships are so confusing, "romantic" ones doubly so.
And girls are so weird.
I'm gonna go drink some beer, saw me some wood and then shoot foxes with my gun.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Sheared
Every time I get a haircut there's a two-day period where I am terrified of leaving my bedroom.
Alas, I was sheared again today...
Alas, I was sheared again today...
Friday, March 03, 2006
mmm, irish cream
and doughnuts
and pizza
but these things are all behind me now : ( ahead lies only toothpaste
and bed
do you ever look at someone and realise how little you know about them?
my housemate john was leading worship tonight. i was thinking, "hey, i like john's voice" and then i realised i barely know the guy despite having lived with him for over six months and known him for nearly four years
i have a brilliant girlfriend, some smart, funny, kind and goodly friends, a loving family and a house full of marvellous people but i still feel lonely
what's with that?
and pizza
but these things are all behind me now : ( ahead lies only toothpaste
and bed
do you ever look at someone and realise how little you know about them?
my housemate john was leading worship tonight. i was thinking, "hey, i like john's voice" and then i realised i barely know the guy despite having lived with him for over six months and known him for nearly four years
i have a brilliant girlfriend, some smart, funny, kind and goodly friends, a loving family and a house full of marvellous people but i still feel lonely
what's with that?
Alive and Kicking
Do you ever get days when you feel more alive?
Today is one such. Perhaps its related to the fact that I slept better than usual, perhaps because the sun is shining and the sky is blue, perhaps because I drank way too much coffee...
I don't know, but it feels good.
Today is one such. Perhaps its related to the fact that I slept better than usual, perhaps because the sun is shining and the sky is blue, perhaps because I drank way too much coffee...
I don't know, but it feels good.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Construction Site and Cotham
Quite a while ago I mentioned that I wanted to get some photos of my neighbourhood - particularly of some building work going on up at the school.
I did actually get the photos (admittedly a few days late) but I never put them up. So here are a few of them (the last being in my garden):
I did actually get the photos (admittedly a few days late) but I never put them up. So here are a few of them (the last being in my garden):
mutterings
blogger let me down today,
i was going to post earlier but it wasn't working.
and another thing: music tech' teachers. they are shocking.
i would say that one of our teachers has probably only attended between 60 and 75% of our lessons, and the other has missed at least 10%.
this wouldn't be so bad if they bothered informing us first, but no, they just don't bother.
even in the lessons they attend they are always "popping out" to do something or other. they never have time for us.
:(
i have a headache. i'm exhausted. i should go.
i was going to post earlier but it wasn't working.
and another thing: music tech' teachers. they are shocking.
i would say that one of our teachers has probably only attended between 60 and 75% of our lessons, and the other has missed at least 10%.
this wouldn't be so bad if they bothered informing us first, but no, they just don't bother.
even in the lessons they attend they are always "popping out" to do something or other. they never have time for us.
:(
i have a headache. i'm exhausted. i should go.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Hooked
I hate to confess it to ya - especially all those who know I'm a TV-hater - but I'm totally hooked on Lost. Seriously - it's tense, it's fascinating and I'm hooked.
I'm watching it on DVD (obviously - as far as I know it isn't being aired at the moment) and I'm trying (and failing) to limit myself to one episode a day.
When I finish I'm gonna have to wait for series 3... I may die.
That's the sad thing. I know for a fact that there are many decent TV programs out there. I just don't believe in TV. Watching DVDs is fine - there is a definite start and stop, whereas TV goes on forever and inbetween the decent stuff you just get junk.
But I'm not here to hate on TV. I'm here to plug Lost. If you have the time (which I kinda do :s) then go for it, it's immense.
I'm watching it on DVD (obviously - as far as I know it isn't being aired at the moment) and I'm trying (and failing) to limit myself to one episode a day.
When I finish I'm gonna have to wait for series 3... I may die.
That's the sad thing. I know for a fact that there are many decent TV programs out there. I just don't believe in TV. Watching DVDs is fine - there is a definite start and stop, whereas TV goes on forever and inbetween the decent stuff you just get junk.
But I'm not here to hate on TV. I'm here to plug Lost. If you have the time (which I kinda do :s) then go for it, it's immense.
A Quick Rant About Paragraphs
So many people don't know how to use paragraphs. To be honest, in the everyday I really don't care. It's when teachers marking essays don't understand that it bugs me.
One of my teachers has written "make paragraphs clear." What she fails to understand is that I'm putting in "paragraphs" correctly (as I would in a normal piece of writing) and then organising my arguments into bigger "paragraphs." Ok, what I just wrote doesn't make any sense but trust me, I'm doing it right. And it frustrates me that she doesn't understand.
Other teachers are guilty of similar.
I may have to re-educate them when I take over the world.
Mwahaha.
Er... back to work...
One of my teachers has written "make paragraphs clear." What she fails to understand is that I'm putting in "paragraphs" correctly (as I would in a normal piece of writing) and then organising my arguments into bigger "paragraphs." Ok, what I just wrote doesn't make any sense but trust me, I'm doing it right. And it frustrates me that she doesn't understand.
Other teachers are guilty of similar.
I may have to re-educate them when I take over the world.
Mwahaha.
Er... back to work...
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