Chillaxin' good times.

Whelp, it's as half termy as half term can get, and what's more, it's fashion week.  I'm still waiting for some fashion agents in laminated jackets to whisk me off to Paris and give me loads of money to walk up and down a plastic prominade in whatever I happened to be wearing at the time.

Anyways, the half term is half term tastic, becuase there is no school.  However, there is still work, and work in abundance, because apparently the people who are in charge of A-Levels get money to make sure there is always work, even in the holidays.  Today's plan is to:
- Play Minecraft
- Update Blog
- Do first draft of litlang essay
- Do some ironing for some wonga for XLerate

I'm working through the list in order.  Guess what part of it I've got up to in the last 3 hours.  Yeah, half term time is Minecraft and work time, as well as making sure that I do something constructive and fun as well most days.  My Minecraft feats have reached epic proportion, because a whole chunk dissapeared by my base then came back about 300 feet lower down and completely different.  I've now put a massive roof over said chunk, meaning that I have a little underground indoor forest, as well as plenty of spawn space for the innocent creatures above my caves to stray into the forceful current of my massive deathtrap.  Interesting how I said a lot of 'my' there.  I think Minecraft is really a game about vanity and possesion, as reflected by the fact that a lot of credit is given to those who've built things out of rare materials, or obtained vanity items such as golden apples and records. (I totally have one of those).  Playing Minecraft can make you quite creative and inventive in some ways - I sometimes find myself looking at something and thinking: 'how could I totally pimp that out so that it looked cool and did cool things?'  It also makes you quite cynical of society, yet appreciative of those people who discovered stuff like coal and logic gates.  All in all, it brings home this idea of mans natural impulse to consume resources without any consideration in the desperate hope that someday someone or something will come along and be like: 'wow, that's pretty awesome.'

Anyways, enough of this.  The end of this week marks the start of XLerate, meaning that I have four days to do all this work, but also four days until the epitome of awesome shatters my half term.

In recent news, BBC Radio Four has been undergoing some changes, or at least disscussing whether it would be a good idea to do so.  Frankly, I love radio four - the comedy's great, and even those appaulingly dreary short stories and plays make me think encouraging thoughts about how it can't be that hard to be a semi-succesful writer if all these lame people can do it.

In other more serious news, some serious stuffs going down in the Middle-East, which could either make everything really good or really bad.  Judging by the way politics tends to go, there's no prizes for guessing how that going to turn out.  Suppressing my cynicism, though, it's some heavy stuff, and as little as I understand it, I'm praying that the thing that makes less people die happens. (I.E not exremist religious violence and genocide, and maybe some actual democracy.)

Anyways, if I see you at XLerate, see you there, where good ting will happen, and if I don't, see you in school where more good ting will happen, perhaps becuase of good ting that happened at XLerate.  All in all, expect it to be partly awesome with chance of good peng up ting.

And I'm back in the game!

Not, however, the same game being reffered to by the original speaker of the eponymous quotation, because with that game, some people are playing it; some people are watching it; some are just sitting by themselves and me and all my greatest friends are three houses down the road trying to combine Ludo, Scrabble, Warhammer and Halo Reach to make the greatest game that's ever existed, then hoping that everyone in the other house will come and check it out when they realise how much better it is than their game.  We'd also probably be listening to this song.

Bizzarre imagery aside, I more meant that I was back to blogging.  I've subsided for a few reasons.  Firstly, January saw the largest number of views ever for the entirety of time, and then at the start of Febuary I assumed you all loved it so much that you'd keep coming back for more regardless of any updates.  Evidently, my blogging is still at the stage where I actually have to write things to get hits.  I've also had some Applied I.T coursework, which isn't that hard, but is really hard to focus on work when you are looking at cool things to do with technology, and Ruth Lovell is accidentally introducing you to Slender Man.  Don't look him up.

I had a hugely frutiful valentines day, in which,needless to say, I harvested chicks like wheat.  Check out this fully legitamate and real e-mail that I received in Applied I.T

 
Nothing has ever been the antonym of 'forged' to the same extent as that document.

Frankie Grimmer has set up a supreme Minecraft Server (in other tragic news, I lost an entire chunk of my base, but nothing irreplacable, mostly becase everything is replacable with a bit of elite hacking
|< |\|0\/\/ |-|0\/\/.  Anyways, we're going to (amongst other awesome and secret things) set up some rules mayhaps, like 'Repair creeper damage!'; 'Don't pick flowers in the chunks surrounding spawn'; 'don't dig around spawn!' and 'don't touch that lava!'.  It's a nice map, it's got some cheeky surface lava lakes to the west, and a natural forest fire caused by said lava.  I struck diamond on my first day of being there, which is the first diamond on the server, so we might put on of them in the big old museum / community hub we're planning on building.  Is it a bit sad that I feel so affluent within this virtual world, yet don't actually have any control over my own study?

For anybody interested, Turn-taking tuesday has been declared obsolete and replaced by the much more scintillating 'Tripartite Tuesday'.  And I just remembered that we have in fact replaced the successful 'Tag-question Tuesday', so I'll have to see to it that Tripartite goes on a Thursday. 

Anyways, thanks for being bored enough to read this.
Dave.

It's Time.

Tiiiiiiime for another post!

Well, yesterday when I was writing a post about not writing posts, I was full of ideas, but now that I'm writing this post, they have all promptly dissipated.  One thing I cannot forget is my love of dictionary.com, which helped me to assure myself taht dissipate is a real word, and has never ceased to broaden my volcabulary, especially with it's innovative new flashcard system, something that has kept me entertained for an unspeakable amount of hours.

Sorry for the lack of updates lately, I've been plagued by work, which has been as faithful as ever in gnawing away at the saplings of all unacademic ambition. 

Incoming!  I just remembered one of the exciting things, and I've a very good feeling it will help me to remember more of them.  This particular exciting thing is a concept which sprung erratically from the colourful recesses of David Glover's mind.  Essentially, we have rewritten history and devised a new calendar, in which each of the seven days of the week has a catchy and alliterative theme that dictates how conversation should be held during that day.  For example, yesterday was the celebation that is malpropism Monday, and you already knew that today was tag-question Tuesday, didn't you?  The rest of the week is as follows  - 'wishy washy' Wednessday, somethingsomething thursday and Future tense Friday.  Who knows - by the end of the year we may actually converse differently on different days instictively.  I have often hypothesised that if you left me and David. G in the same room for a year or two, we would both emerge relatively insane.  There is probably an extent to which being around him for to long is not healthy.

My mother has gotten my old computer up and running, which is fantastic for somebody who's looking for a machine that doesn't have the graphical capacity to handle minecraft, and struggles to maintain Norton Anti-virus without crashing.

If you take nothing else from this post, take this: Cheeki under 18s valentines rave is later this month, and anyone who's anyone who has any money left will be there.  I'm hitting that first category, but struggling with the second.

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Well, I just accidentally watched most of Die Hard something or other.  One of these days, I'm gonna take a bullet to the kneecap, shoot myself through the shoulder and pull chicks.  Back in the day I drove a Warthog up a ramp and into a Banshee whilst playing Halo 3, and it was so awesome that the game got confused and gave the kill to a guy who fired his laser at the place where the banshee was about a second later.  Basically, my awesome crashed the game.  While we're on the topic of clinging to all things youthful and unproductive, my MineCraft base is cooler than Joni Blyths, because we've established that his is just a walkway linking to other walkways, all with their own corresponding walkways, whereas mine has bare awesome ting that I would describe, but it wouldn't be very cool or fun to read about.

On top of this, Cid keeps cuddling me and Joni doesn't even have a kitten.

Sadly, Mr. Holladay said that blogs weren't cool.  Overlooking my own creeping suspicion that there may be some truth to this, Mr. Holladay's favourite anime is sailor moon, so as much as I respect him, I'd understand if some of our opinions didn't really compliment each other.

Oh, how could I forget?  I went to the bestest ever Christian leadership conference the other weekend, and it was bodacious.  Get this:  Serving is the highest form of leadership.  That's a doctrine slap right there.  As much as I promised last post not to just replace actual content with religious musings, I'm feeling, to use the appropriate buzz-word, empowered and the like, and there's been a lot of shennanigans going down at people's youths lately, and I've been having a real hard think about faith and all this crazy stuff, so things might be getting pretty awkward pretty soon.  I am fine with this, because I am immune to awkward, and now it's mine for the manipulating.

Anyways, I'm off to get a shower, so's I can remain shower. 

Hmmm.

I'm not sure if I've titled a post as that before, but if I have, then you'll just have to be dissapointed.  Basically, I have no time to update my blog now, haven't remembered in like ages and will do it soon.  So this is just a post to assure you that I've not abandoned this blog, I've just abandoned this blog.  Stay tuned for something better than this!

I am quite tired.  I am aware that this is definitely the worst post on any blog ever.  But that's why you keep coming back - Yasmin's started only updating her blog on Wednessdays and Sundays to save up the creative stuff, but here at this place where you are, we've always been one step ahead of the game, particularly when it comes to sporadic and irregular updates whenever I so choose.  I like it to be quite clear who's in charge here.  I don't think I have the heart to post a link to this on Facebook.  That would be like telling somebody with amnesia it was their birthday, then hitting them in the face.  That is a mean thing, and I have never done it.