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Hey look it's my blog. It boasts features such as a garishly unprofessional custom colour scheme and hugely irregular updates. It is a personal autobiography that exists more for the sake of its writer than its readers. There are many hats and cats involved, and Batman gets his fair share. Basically it's great and everyone should read it. Please care about me and think that I'm cool.

Thursday, 27 January 2011

Words.

A whole blogfull, none the less. 

Right now I am quite tired, I have just finished having a really good idea sesh with my Dad in which I wrote the plan for my sickest creative writing piece.  My dad often helps me loads with schoolwork, in stark constast to his claims that he isn't that academically talented.  I get the impression that he wasn't satisfied with the amount he stretched himself at school, but that if he went back he could achieve some stupidly good grades and be an accountant.  Frankly, I couldn't care less if my dad was an accountant or not, I love him very much and think that it's cool that he helps save people's lives every day.

On the topic of creative writing, I have resolved to do more of it, whilst realising that being good at expressing a concept in writing is a very different skill from being able to think of plots and stuff.  Henceforth, I shall be commencing the procces of the occasional creative writing piece - their existence will not be brought to light on facebook, nor will they promise (or even attempt) to entertain, engage or enthrall the reader.  They may well be interesting and surreal, but they're more just a way to ammuse and grow myself.

Although I have had great fortune and success in completing Miss Davis' plan, I have had no such luck with my Applied I.T coursework, and I'm not going to do it, becuase it's in for tommorow and it's a lost cause.  Even the extended 'I won't mark this thing' deadline is out of the question, because I'm spending all weekend at some nang Christian leadership conference where there is plenty of awesome, but no free time.  Truth is, I could have done it, but I couldn't be bothered - in the short term, that is.  Of course I planned to do it in all sincerity, but even with hours to go on the day before, somehow desire gets the better of reason once again and all I have to show for two hours is half a Princess Bride (awesome film) cubeecraft that failed to print. 

This gets me back to that tired old topic (or topics) of ours:  Dilligence and Direction (yes, capitals on improper nouns.  It's a colloquial setting - what you gonna do?)

Here's the deal - I am bad at working hard.  I work hard at trying to try, but that doesn't make any sense, and I just end up not doing the work.  Here's the other deal:  What with being one of those 'God follower' types, I see the will of God as the only thing worth persuing in life.  I'm aware that this sounds silly, but so do a lot of the wonderful things that I believe, to the people that don't believe them.  Besides, when you're dead, what will you have to show for anything you did on earth?  And if there's no afterlife, what's the point of doing anything?

Anyways, enough of this philosophy.  The deal is that if I can figure the will of God for my life, or whatever misconception you may perceive that to be, I will be well fulfilled, I guarantee.  Maybe not financially or in terms of the material, but I've seen enough happy Christians who've given everything up for God to believe this idea that true happiness can only come from the 'life to the full' you get from serving God.  Thus, if I pray into God revealing his plans to me, I can start / stop doing anything applicable, and have more good.  Those are my thoughts. 

P.S to any of you peeps out there that are worried this blog's going to deteriorate into some kind of online evangelical thing thingy, I'm not planning on sharing some theology every post, I'm just reflecting my thoughts as they occur to me, as opposed to being some people pleasing post pusher who only writes what seems cool.  However, the history of this blog makes me think that anyone who was here for things that seem cool would have crawled long ago from this psychadelic froth of foam darts, nonsensical musings and video game obsession. 

Also, tommorow is national kazoo day. : D

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

To drown? Or to die of thirst?

The question put forward is purely symbolical, but if the choice was presented to me in real life, I'd probably take the first option.  Anyways, it's more a morbid metaphor for the realisation that a lot of the things I like are good in small doses, but can be pretty uncool in large ones, yet once I start the chain of desire, there's not quitting.  I'm begining to realise this is sounding like some kind of deep rooted confession of long hidden hypocrasy or something, but don't worry, we're keeping it as lighthearted as ever here on daveisgreat. 

Really, the biggest one of these for me is NERF guns.  I bought a night finder some four or five months ago and mentioned it on one of the first ever posts.  From that moment, I think it wouldn't be hard to see an orange, foamy addiction frothing over the pages of this blog, bringing me to my current state.  I just spent £25 pounds on a foamy gun.  Better (or worse) yet, I still don't regret it:

(Yes, I have literally started uploading pictures because when I do, there are more views.  I guess people (ie. Ruth Lovell) look at it and are like 'hey, there's a thousand words I can actually read.'  (If you want lols, there are several things you can do:
- Do something stupid with David Glover (walking really slowly, replacing vowels with 'O's that have a diagonal line through them, etc.)
- Make fun of people with mild disabilities beggining with 'd' (Dyspraxia, Dyslexia, Diabetes, Discalculia, Doing things Claire Lovell does...)
- Put a stupid amount of parenthesis within parenthetical text to confuse people, then use 'parentheses' instead of brackets to make the whole thing really grammatically disorientating))

Anyways, there's something relieving about having no social agenda whatsoever, it enables you to put pictures of yourself wielding a NERF arsenal onto the cyberspace, and we'd all secretly love to do that.

My idiosyncratic deviations have gotten the better of me yet again, (my, I am lexical today) and I have deviated from the subject at  hand.  Nerf:  How far is too far? This far? 

 Feel free to give your opinion on the quizaliz provided. (Thumbs up for Nerf guns with eyes!!!)  You see, looking at these pictures, I'm not unaware of how sad this is, but me and some friends have been getting all excited about these things, so whilst I'm the only person with an actual gun, a good few of us have signed up for the U.K's first (unofficial) NERF tournament, which we are going to win. 

Another thing I have high hopes for is this hypothetical band I'm hypothetically in, which is the least hypothetical of all the hypothetical bands I've ever been in.  Most of the others were jokes - not spiteful ones, people just thought I knew we were joking. : (

Well, I have work to not do, so I should probably find some other way to distract myself now.  Tara.

Friday, 21 January 2011

Spring Break!

By the title I do not whish to imply that the actual spring holiday is here - otherwise I would have reffered to it as the easter holiday, in fond memory of those days when we had a holiday around easter, which just seems cooler and more purposeful than a holiday around... spring.

What I do wish to imply is that spring break is upon us; that is to say, spring is in the act of braking.  Now I know it can seem all girly to get too much into the whole 'beauty of nature' thing, especially on such a manly blog, but spring breaking is awesome, mostly because it all seems to be breaking in one day, as if the giant egg the summer months has all of a sudden been chipped at from the inside, revealing just the teeniest peek of all the sunshiney goodness.

I'm a big fan of sunshine - it makes grumpy people happy and throws lessons out of the classroom  and onto the field.  Aside from this, it just makes everything shiny, which makes upholding a stupidly cheerful demeanor about as much effort as breathing, resulting in more smiley people. 

Anyway, I've gone beyond the margin of coolness in terms of how long it is acceptable to linger on such an effeminate topic, but it really was great.  I noticed out of the blue when I was walking to form that there had been an unearthly amount of wagtails about (a phenomenon that persisted throughout the rest of the day, they seemed to be following me), all flittering too and fro, along with a stupendously dense gathering of squabbaling seaguls.  In the very centre of this commontion stood two sleek statues - a pair of magpies shimmered silently (sillibance FTW) in the fresh afternoon sun, their beaks just centimetres apart, like they were doing some bizarre courtship ritual to guise over the fact they were just eyeing each other up.

Bex Gregsby's been asking for a mention here for ages.  That was it.

Today on the bus was also the best thing ever.  I was gently busting out a bit of kazoo when this guy who's name escapes me, but was really awesome, sat at the front of the bus and started playing 'the wheels on the bus' with everyone singing along.  Everyone was happy, the college boys at the back were confused by something so community spirited, and then, highlight of all highlights, we rounded of the number with a kazoo solo led by yours truly.  Awesome.  After that we hit some Bob Marley and the like, as well as a peculiar acoustic version of 'Bonkers', to which nobody really knew the words, but he got off after a few stops.

My NERF Raider has arrived.  For those of you who dont know, a NERF Raider is as close to a deadly weapon as you can get with everybody's favourite 'Non-Expanding, Recreational Foam'.  (Save maybe the new Stampede, and of course the Vulcan)  Unfortuantely, I have to finish my I.T coursework before I can take it out of the box.  Pretty  good incentive though.  Watch out, fluffy kitten, watch out.

Monday, 17 January 2011

Winning and being the best.

Here at whatever this blog is even called, we know all about winning, and whats more, being the best.  It would be egotistical to claim I was the greatest blogger of all time, and I can't find a way to subtly /jokingly imply it, so I'll just let that one lie, but you sure are the best readership ever, because you made the right choice, the choice for a future - the choice to read this whole blog thing. 
However, it would seem that recently we are not sitting so comfortably in our niche of top blog, or are being slightly threatended by the presence of others.  Don't get me wrong, I'm sure that outside of the circle of blogs run and updated by my own peers, there are some spiffing blogs, and I don't mind that.  What I do mind, however is that from amongst this churning blog bog, a few noticable creations have begun to raise their heads just a little above the surface.  Many of you will have heard of Yasmin's blog, one which gained popularity at quite a rate, but nothing serious, nothing we couldn't manipulate.  Aside from some appauling punctuation (sorry, Yaz) it's an interesting read and I keep myself updated with it from time to time, whilst never actively following it in the technical sense of the term. 


No these things do not raise significant issue and are likeable developments amongst what is predominantly the Davenant School community, increasing the freedom of speech of the writers and the choice of the readers, in some cases encouraging bloggers that there is some vague half-skill to the game, in the light of some new sites which, to be uncharacteristicly blunt, have failed dismally.  Already though, in my usual way, I have lingered for far to long on one topic, without even marginally reaching the krux, which is that the following statistics could be stated as true for the blog of my friend Chrissy Lamont:

5 days.  4 followers.  118 views.  That's an average of 0.8 followers and 23.6 views per day.  The threat presented here is Miss. Lamont's ability to update almost daily and engage readers, two things which I do pretty much none of the time and half of the time respectively.

Sean Eubanks is so great.  I love him more than is healthy.  Watch out for his hypothetical blog.

[Ellapsing of time]

I was in a free, now I am at home.  The magic of saving drafts.  The above was not hack of any kind, but just an attempt to make Sean like the idea of blogging, rather than thinking it was lame.  All for the cause.

Also, I checked out that blog I mentioned above.  I can't link to it becuase it's quite secret,  I only obtained the url through my leet espionage skills, but have enough respect to not pass it on.  Also linking to it would add to its popularity.  Frankly, I think it's mostly hype from the start of it, or girls or Scottish people just relating to the subject content.   It's a very good blog, but not (if at all) much better than this one.  I'd recommend you just stayed in your current, comfy circle of reading, and didn't go e-snooping in an attempt to find it. 

One thing that Chrissy's blog does have is pictures, which on some level's makes blogs more engaging, but I've never really cared about the aesthetics of the blog, I just like the writing.  Which makes this a special treat:

That is my left hand.  I took about a minute to take and upload and is not the greatest hand in the wold.  It's rather calloused from all the climbing and upside-down hanging it does, but I'm rather fond of it.  They say a picture paints a thousand words, but with pictures, the words are all a little bit slippery, whereas if you just write a thousand words, you actually have a thousand words.  I'm also pretty sure that you'd gain more information from 100 words than you would from a picture of my left hand.  I mean, I have magnolia wallpaper (I think?), but then so does everybody.

The latest and greatest in the world of Dave is the constant struggle to make my father understand that I have a right to decide what to do with my own money, and that his authority on the matter is only held in such regard as it is by me because I have no way of buying things on the internet.  All this before the Firebox.com sale on the NERF raider takes it back up from £23.99.  Whatever will happen?  What crazy new developments could possibly take place?  Join us next post to find out.

Tuesday, 11 January 2011

Crazy Random Fun Times

It may be a concern of people reading this blog that it seems to have gotten just a little too deep and analytical lately, and if it isn't, it's still a concern of mine and really the blog exists to please me by pleasing you, but with pleasing me as priority. 

Stumpy says HI! to Frank CRFC

That was legitametly typed by Stumpy.  I'm doing this one from school, which means employing some ingenious link pasting to get links going to banned sites such as youtube.  On the topic of linking and in line with yesterday's post (I've been noticing that I'm hammering FAMAS burst type posts, like two or three in succesion then a tactical delay.  Keeps you in suspense - you don't know what those metaphorical thought bullets are going to hammer into next.), this is a video which I love but will never be popular.  Also, the people who made it, whilst they continue to gather a dedicated fan-base, probably won't win any Grammys. 

Anyways, I'm getting back to the raw pretending like you guys care about my daily antics kind of stuff, becuase I like that more than some kind of 'here's what I'm thinking' type of thing.  I've had NERF guns on my mind again lately.  I've been thinking that the Nite-Finder and Maverick just aren't enough, so the latest on the agenda of possiblities are:
-  Getting that rifle scope that fits nerf guns
-  Making a gun rack
-  Buying a NERF Raider

Hold everything.  I just got a little too far into nerfy things, and I'm seeing some things about nerf guns in 2011.  I'm not sure how much of this is confirmed yet, and all I've seen so far is that cool picture what with the school's filtering system not taking kindly to words like 'guns', but I think my sadness may be about to reach whole new levels. 

I went to a jammin' paray the other day, the same one I got a lit cigarrete in my hair.  Like all good parties, it involved wearing my onesie and dancing, as well as little cheese and pineapple nibbles.  

David Glover has his new S.P, with carry case and everything.  It's a tribal, and he's got blen pokemon games, one of which he lent me for twenty minutes on the bus because Claire was being silly with Tactics this morning. 

Well, as always with the whole 'updating at school' thing, I'm all outta time.  I have to get off to form now really, but I don't think a long post was really neccesary, they've been quite wordy of late.  I need to remember to rep these things of Facebook.  Everything for the views man, everything for the views.

Monday, 10 January 2011

Trend Setting

Big shout out to

-- Wow, complete digression less than a line in --
I can't actually remember who it was, but I remember that they were cool, and that we talked about how boys with girls names is cool (that was one of his), and I'll remember when I see him tommorow.  Crazy how names are so very hard to remember.

-- Fin --

Anyways, big shout out to that guy, because he highlighted the subject, or at least starting, content for this post, and I thought it was a very good idea.  The eponymous subject matter, as the more astute of you may have guessed, is in fact trend setting and how I feel about it. 

See it came about that this would be the topic becuase it would appear (without overly flattering myself) that I am in the midst of setting my own trend, especially at this very minute as the trend in question is that of blogging.  It's been about 4 or five months since this blog started, and since then there have been at least 3 attempts to set up blogs from my peers, the least succesful being Josh Cohen's, with one post and two views after 2 months.  I mean, it's not a massive trend, but it has potential, which get's me thinking.  I've probably laid out in some early posts why blogging has so much appeal to me, and in all honesty it's because there's none of the irrelevant group liking and sleepy half drunk statuses that are so often associated with everyone's favourite social networking site.  In short, I like blogging becuase there aren't other people shuffling around in it and abusing the English language.  Admittedly I don't check these things vigourously for typos, but I like to think that things like correct apostrophe use should be in order. 

So all these little 'gets me to thinking'  things surmount into getting me to thinking, as a whole, that it's in our nature to find something cool, then not want it to become too popular, becuase then other people have it and we have to share the awesome.  It's like this song, which is nang, but I feel better about liking when I think about how it isn't hugely popular despite being cool.  I think it makes us feel like we aren't some kind of ignorant philistine, and that we have tastes of our own which seperate us from the masses, but it's a bit like that cliche phrase that everyone is trying to be different, which makes us all the same.  That doesn't really make any sense though, it just sounds like a really cool aphorism. 

Another thing I like is climbing.  I hit the wall again after a whole holiday of not being on it, and it feels awesome.  As usual I arrived about 20 minutes early, got bored after about 2 warm up laps of the Peggy Day wall and burnt myself out on a V3 before the lesson had started, but it was ace.  Notice how I used some jargon the average person wouldn't understand there?  I didn't realise I was doing it, but in hindsight it was to make climbing seem exclusive, and glorify myself for being in on it, which is something that forms a part of my identity, that I would lose if climbing became popular.  Climbing's cool becuase people don't see it as a sport, rather just a summer camp activity, and people say I'm good at it, but as soon as you enter a climbing place and look around, you're a noob, climbing's a sport and liking it suddenly doesn't seem so synonymous with being good at it.  It is crazy how I can be perceived as a good climber outside of a wall, and a just about intermediate climber inside one.

All in all I think that wasn't a terrible post, but I feel there's been less of the crazy antics lately.  How's this?  I was at a party the other day when a drunk guy flicked a lit cigarette into my hair, freaked out, hugged me when I didn't die and then went away.  Good times. 

Other suggestions for the topic of this post included 'Entirely Frank Grimmer', a concept put forward by the cool guy that is Frank Grimmer. 

I've been David Lovell, and this has been a little on the mediocre side.  (I'm also thinking I shouldn't get too into the whole self judgement 'I know it's not that great', because that's like when stonkingly pretty girls are like 'I'm not even a little bit pretty' except that I'm not pretty and this really hasn't been my most favourite post. Yes, I just said stonkingly.  And yes, it's a cool word.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Dilligence.

Today I've been doing a little bit of work, quite a bit of the old webs, and a substantial amount of YouTube binging the old hip-hop gospel artists, and my mother had one of those 'Do good, try to win' talks about her legitamate and healthy concern at my lack of motivation. 

Truth is, I have a lot of motivation, but often just motivation to do the things I'm passionate about, and if I can't study hard, surely it's becuase I'm not (at least in the short term) passionate enough about studying?  See I've been thinking that the way we run our society is a bit lame in some ways, becuase although I'm relatively smart, I'm not hugely dilligent, and I find that sometimes subjects aren't what I thought they would be.  For example, English is, in my mind, writing, which is something I love to do, but I find that LitLang is a circumlocutive celebration of looking at why books are classics, without really understanding on a personal level why they are good.   That said, a lot of that is just me trying to sound deep, The Big Sleep is a fantastic book, and I do enjoy analysing it, but it's like Stephen Fry (who keeps popping up lately) wrote on the back of my sister's Jeeve's and Wooster (fantastic books): 'You don't analyse such sunlit perfection, you just bask in it's warmth and splendor.' 

This post is, by average standards, something of a rant.  You see, my Uncle Terry left school at fourteen and learnt all about watches, and now he repairs them for a living.  It's a long standing family joke that he does do much work, and I don't suppose he's raking in the cash, but he's incredibly happy. (And, incidentally, has an obsession with weeing out-of-doors)  Obviously, money doesn't make you happy and everything, that's been the moral of family B-movies for decades, but what gets me is the whole concept thrown at me by society that becuase I got good GCSE's, I have to go to uni and get a challenging, globe shaking job that stretches me into a pioneer in my field, and I really feel that that's not necessarily what I will be, because just being in a cool team of people with a common objective seems enough to be pretty cool, whether that goal be a bio-mechanical breakthrough or a new batch of products to package. 

The catch to all this, of course, lies in that the changes in the education scheme have changed...

Oh dear.  I have decided not to delete that ,becuase it's so wonderfully stupid of me to have written it in the first place.  Basically though, you have to go to university to do anything now, and I can't help feeling like I'm being churned out of some lame system that's making more pioneers than there are fields for them to be in.

A farmer was once standing in the middle of his harvest, when a man driving past stopped and asked him:
'What are you doing?'  To which the farmer replied, "I'm getting a noble peace prize."

The man couldn't see the logic in this, and so probed the farmer further.  "Well," explained the farmer, "I here that noble peace prizes are given to those who are out standing in their field."

Sorry, I'm not sure what's worse - this whiney post or that appauling joke.  The gist is, I don't really know where my future's headed, but it would be nice if it was somewhere more awesome than the norm.

This has to be the most boring post for a long time, but that's two posts in two days, so hopefully the novelty will add some... novelty.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Back to the school!

You know what school means?  More blog posts, that's what it means!  It means routine, it means organisation, and it sometimes means doing anything other than work.  Happily for all of us (except maybe some haters, but they gonna hate), updating the ol' blog falls cleanly into the latter category of those above thingies.  At the moment, I am definetely doing work, and not updating my blog.  This is just some kind of awesome, omniscient virus that is trying to help everyone have more good.

In recent news Yasmin Levi Miller created / updated her blog.  Here at daveisgreatallthetime.blogspot.com, we believe that competition is great, becuase it helps us to maintain being the best bloggin community and fanbase ever. (7 is officially a fanbase.)  Anyways, as great as young Miss Levi-Millers blog is, and as much as us bloggers have to stick together, and as much as I'll probably read it as she (again probably) updates it daily, there is a competition in my mind, between my blog and hers.  She doesn't know about the competition, so we are winning.  Go team Dave is great all the time!

I'm adding a poll in the side so that you lovelly people can help me decide what to spend my Christmas monies on.  The options would seem to be (and feel free to select more than one):

- A  4x Zoom rifle scope attachable to all NERF guns with tactical slides. (£17)
-  The night-vision goggles which were originnaly shipped with the big mega version of Modern Warfare 2 (£40)
- Nike ID's (£65)
- Something sensible and lame.

Personally, a rifle scope on a nerf gun is awesome, owning night vision goggles (let alone using them) is awesome, Nike ID's are awesome, but are just trainers in the end, and my mum thinks I should buy something 'I actually want' (ie. Is not a toy.)

Those of you who have the joy of doing Applied I.T will know that Mr. Holiday took over from Mr. Chadwick today.  He's a decent chap, seems to vaguely like video games and cool things, but is proffesional and chap-ish enough to give the impression he's not one of those World of Warcraft obsessive type I.T teachers, who are a bit out of touch.  He got a big track for Christmas, and says he might bring it into school.  On the downside, he doesn't tolerate kazoo playing in class (reasonalbe enough) and claims that MineCraft is a game about 'shooting blocks' (seems to have had a bad experience involving his base becoming flooded, which is a bit silly becuase it's easy to fix).  Anyways, he's a cool chap and I forsee many good lessons to come.  And yes, there were plenty of 'Have a nice holiday sir?' type jokes, which I'm tempted to recycle after weekends, if I can maybe manipulate the phrasing to quickly present the weekend as a regular two day holiday.  A challenge indeed.

Excitingly, just a few minutes ago I stuck my finger into a live light fixing, something I don't really remember my reasoning on.  I'll probably be sneezing radioactive laser juice by morning.

All in all, schools seeming pretty bright and cheery.  I have decided to smile more, not as an actual change to my character, but merely as a way of externally displaying the optimistic demeanor which I like to think is synonymous with my charcater. 

Well, that's about enough self-appraisal for one day.  See you all in the week for some cheer-spreading goodness.  I like these little dashy thingy-whatsits.