About Me

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.

Monday, 23 May 2011

To be honest, my life's been relatively void of excitement or even basic content these last few days.  It's exam leave, which basically means I stay at home whole time and do revision.  I mean, I'm currently thinking of the less inane things that have happened in the last few days and I find myself scratching round my brain for something more exciting than watching the baftas.  I'm not gonna lie, this is more just a post for the sake of keeping up appearances.  I suppose you could ask 'what appearances?'.  But don't you ask it, hater. (There's some moderate / bleeped out language in that link.  Consider it disclaimed.)

You might remember that one time I talked about watching the baftas.  I implied they weren't exciting.  They weren't, but they sort of were.  Graham Norton was annoying and made heavily scripted and awkward jokes, but for the me the highlight was when the people from 'Sherlock' lost the YouTube nomination award to The Only Way is Essex, and didn't even smile politely.  They didn't look angry or anything, and I don't think they particularly wanted to win, they just seemed a little disgusted that such daytime television would be invited to the BAFTAs, let alone win anything. Frankly, I too was disgusted, and I'm glad the rest of the awards are chosen by judges.  Nothing is quite as crude as public preference.

I mostly watched the awards because they showed Doctor Who in the audience at the beginning, but he didn't win anything.  I think they just showed him so that people like me would sit down for an hour and a half in the delusional hope that The Doctor might just say something for half a minute, which would legitimated make the whole thing worth doing.  It's like when I realised I would probably watch 'Chalet Girl' just because there's a picture of Bill Bailey on the adverts.  There are few famous people I really care about, but Bill Bailey and Doctor Who are amongst them.  Incidentally, I've decided that I might like Dr.Song's character, but just really dislike Alex Kingston's acting.  The wiki-leaping I just underwent to bring you the name of said actor has also taught me, via a slight diversion, that Matt Smith originally dreamed of being a professional footballer until he has a back injury.  He was also originally in 'In Bruges', but unfortunately the scenes he was featured in were edited out of the final version of the movie.  Interestingly enough, he also worked with Billy Piper in Secret Diary of a Call Girl (one of my all time favourite T.V shows) shortly after she was The Doctors assistant and, unknown to either of them at the time, shortly before he was the doctor.

 I've decided to continue this tomorrow, when I'm sure something terrific and exciting will happen.  Right now I'm going to try and make the links appear as white instead of black, because I'm classy like that.

Okay, I just realised that the link colours were fine as they are and I had just confused myself, but I found a cool little CSS box and used my limited knowledge of coding to pimp this place out proper like.  I'm talking about several posts on one page, all on that next level 'overflow:auto;'.  You like green borders?  I can type them.

Also decided not to save this post for another day, because I just accidentally published it.

Thursday, 19 May 2011

Not really a Post

We all love layout consistency, so I've decided that every time there isn't a lovely interactive poll for you to be getting on with, the space will be filled with what is undoubtedly the most loved gadget on Blogger - a random picture of the Whittelsbach diamond.

Wednesday, 18 May 2011

Undead

This blog isn't dead.  This blog is cursed.  Through my own laziness, I have brought down upon this blog a fate worse that death - immortality.

Other blogs are dying around it - Yasmin Levi Miller's has officially stopped, but there is no sense of overwhelming victory in seeing it go - it's reached the end of its time and slipped peacefully out of existence.  Yet this blog, fruitless and parched though it is, cannot follow suit.  It goes on, completely un-refreshed and un-updated, abandoned even by its followers, and yet my pride will not allow it to die.  I would rather see it crawl face down and forgotten through a desert of lathargy and sluggardness than grant it the mercy of its own demise. There will never be a time when my own self interest (and the illusion of other's interest in myself) will be so little as to not sustain these pages in their thirsty coma, hardly alive, but by no means dead.  So this is the first update for a long time, and for all we know it could mark the start of a season, or be merely a mirage of hope, followed by the same unceasing silence.

/BLATANT TONE CHANGE/

Hey, the title of this blog is vaguely related to zombies, and I love talking about those.  I don't actually have anything to say about them at the moment, but I'm sure these guys do.  (It's a cool site for people are interested in such things, me and some random bozo joined it.)

Like Minecraft, dying repeatedly and feeling generally inadequate?  Try this.

Now that my undirected linking episode has come to an end, lets talk about something serious:

Mission Slovakia
There's no way I can talk about this in any detail without crashing the internet from words, but it was awesome. Highlights were:

  • Visiting a disabled people's home and finding out that 'disabled people's home' is the Slovak word for 'this thing where you play loads of instruments at once; rave to Shakira and coming of age songs about an orange; eat pizza; pour out a vat of tennis balls and then use a baseball bat to hit them into the windows whilst jumping on a trampoline.
  • Shooting a pigeon in the head with a nerf gun.  Also spending ages trying to catch pigeons.
  • Meeting a guy called Jacub (Ya-kub)
  • Yakub commiting his life to god
  • Bare other people doing likewise.  (If you don't consider that a highlight, I would open mindedly point out that you are bozo.)
So yeah, Vensko 2010 was awesome beyond compare, and all my work I thought I wouldn't get done because of going got done and everything was fine.  God totes answers the prayer.

Totes...? Totally?  I'm sure that's a really cool way to abbreviate things.

Well, this post is rapidly losing direction and meaning, not to mention my upcoming exams, so I'm going to quite while I'm ahead.  See you whenever, roaring fandom!