And again!

I'm back on this ting.  2 blog posts in a month is a lot more frequent than we've been seeing in a long while, so I guess the place is back to life official like.

Today is pancake day, which everybody knows is the greatest day in the world ever bar a few.  Despite this, Facebook has provided me with a bounty of haters who, as haters do, are hatin' on pancake day.  Things  like 'Pancakes are crap', 'I hate pancake day' and other silliness is being spilled over the once relatively clean pages of my big old wall thingie, and it made me think:

"Shut up, haters!"

This looks cool.  I've started writing a small (/however big I feel like) stor-ai aboot some badman vigilantes.  It's yet to be fully pimpin, but it has major potential in terms of pimp per second.  Actually, now that I think about it, it could be that only I think it's awesome, but that's ideal in some ways, becuause it theoretically gets me loads of indie cred.  Like liking half-life 2, but with books. 

I lost all my Minecraft save.  Well, it might be recoverable, I'm not sure with this crazy new system.  I'm not as devastated as you might think.  There are more awesome things than M.C. (But perhaps not than chickens paddling).

I feel like I'm making a lot of mistakes.  When I get tired, I make typos and sometimes spelling mistakes, but I more often type malproprisms and homophones, sometimes writing entirely different words that sound similar to the one I had in mind.  Interesting insight into how my mind prossesses(sp?) information when I type.

I have had my pancakes now.  They were as epic as they were crude and tasteless, a beatiful mashup of synthetic syrups with some icecream and stuff, as well as one traditional lemon and sugar one. 

If I were to, hypothetically speaking, have had a callous / blister/ generic lump on my foot that was annoying, would it (again, in the most hypothetical sense)  have been mostly:
-manly
-stupid
-gross
to cut it off with a knife? 
Feel free to answer on that thing people answer on.

Shirtless Scandal!

Yeah, I was trying to think of some kind of alluring and dangerous title, the kind of thing people would click on, and I began to realise that I'd actually been topless quite a lot lately, mostly whilst dancing and mostly in the presence of David Glover.  Me and Dave had a very interesting episode lately which is not really great to put on a blog on the grounds of it being truly badass.  It involved the library, and having to be calmed down whilst I gathered things up frantically and said things like: 'Dave, we have to go, we have to leave now.'  This will probably be one of the funniest things of my year.
Anyway, enough self incrimination for now.  I'd like to bring the issue of consistency to the table.  There is none.  Here at Dave central, we pride ourselves on inconsitency which is inconsistent within itself, much like the mathematical 'd2y by dx squared' thingy, where the exponentiality is like infinite, and you can never find the dy type thing because we're so darn inconsistent.  That's why we're inconsitent over the period of a month, then some months, we don't even bother with that and we upload daily or just not at all.  Last week was one of those months, and blog views hit an all time low.  Still, we're not concerned about views.  Not at all. 

In fact (this is like two days after the above text) if we were concerned about views, we would have given up by now, because there are none.  But now there are views, so you may rejoice!  Today I have time to do this becuase I'm not at the Bridge Church's 'Hot House' as I set my alarm to late.  I'm a bad Christian, but all Christians are so it's pretty neat we have Jesus and all. 

Tell you something awesome.  Paddling pools.  Tell you something better: Paddling pools that are full of happy chickens.  I have constructed such a mechanism on Minecraft, the place where the happiest of dreams become a reality.  And then get blown up by creepers. (The chickens, bless them, are yet to fall prey to such ghastly phenomena)

We had XLerate last weekend.  I don't know if you've heard of Paul Reid, but imagine him and Stuart Elman for 48 and a bit hours.  Essentially, you are imagining one of the most happy, uplifiting and empowering two and then some days in the history of ever.  There was some heavy doctrine, there was some crazy moving, and there was an abundance of Mafia, in which me and Dave took it upon ourselves to kill Izzie Keane whenever there was even the remotest reason to. 

It feels good to be back to blogging it out on the bloggiest of blogs.  Fortunately for us, Lamont (pronounced læmɒnt /Lah-mont, regardless of any claims she makes to the contrary) has also eased up on her blogging.  Yasmin hasn't, but I don't really mind.  Anyways, this blog is clearly the best, and the people that read it are definitely the coolest, so don't stop with your reading and stuff.

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.

*****

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.

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