No post post.

I want everyone to know that as much as I would like to update my blog now, it is nearly sleepy time, and I have other commitments.  Exciting ones.

I have now lied twice in just over a line - there clearly is a post (but this is it), and you probably wouldn't find the other commitments exciting.  I'm not going to tell you what they are, that way you can pretend they actually are exciting, and speculate them.  Build some hype - something pretty coolish is going to be unleashed in around, say, 28 days.

More winning.

I have more winning to do.  I have to win in the competition with myself to update this beast of a blog more regularly; an I.T project with an unnamed (and probably dissapointing) prize; a whole host of exams to win at and a bunch more Team Fortress 2 to win, because it is free forever now, and Ruth brought it home on her laptop.  (Also if you actually care, check out the new 'Meet the Medic' video.)

Suprisingly, the addition of these new things to win combined with things I already win (such as the hearts of girls everywhere) hasn't really put much of a strain on me.  A few months back, I wasn't updating my blog because I had loads of exams, but now I'm just not updating my blog because I'm uber chillaxed and can't be bothered.  School is a bit of a doss at the moment - physics is this nice self - study thing that isn't too hard, English is literally making posters and all that stuff you do in year eight, I.T is all hands on CS5 tekkers, and maths is still maths, which is alright because I have Mr.Paul.

The kittens in my house are stupidly cute, but they have to go soon.  I'll probably start scrounging off of David. G, because his kittens have only just opened their eyes, and have whole levels of cute to progress through. 
Also, scrolling boxes are gone.  Green borders live on!  Thanks for the feedback, adoring fandom.

Got Chrome

Google Chrome, that is, but it's just as pimpin' as any other homophones of the same word that might have crossed your mind.  It's got a simple interface and feels faster because all the adverts told me it was, but the best part of it is that everyone else is using I.E, and I feel like I'm really technotastic because I've got my own little operating system.  It's like a line it this awesome rap - 'these self proclaimed kings bragging 'cause they own Chrome.'  That's me.

Tell you something crazy awesome - I was sifting through my pockets for change a couple of weeks ago, and I pulled out a ten penny piece.  Only it wasn't a ten penny piece; it was a Franc that had been coined in 1976, and the internet tells me it's actually a Swiss Helvetian Franc, and would be worth a bit of wonga if it was maybe 70 years older.  I also found a Guernsey 20 pence piece, which isn't strictly legal tender but is accepted by most banks.  I've put them both in a little compartment of my sister's semi-precious stones shelf, and I think I'm probably collecting unusual coins now.  I guess I'm so awesome that the universe had to balance itself out by making me a little sadder.  

Tell you another interesting thing.  I've had the pleasure of the company of a one Alex Kasper Du-gal for the last few days, he is a great and long-standing friend of mine.  We were going to make some flapjack, because that's what hard men do, but the shop down the road had no golden syrup.  Upon discovering this, I bought some 'Limited Edition Vanilla Ice Cream' Krusha (that awesome stuff you put in milk to make milkshakes)  This was two days ago, and I finished the Krusha yesterday.  Just to clarify, this stuff's like fruit juice cordial, only you put less of it in, and I don't think there was even enough milk in my house to make enough instant milkshake to deplete a whole bottle of the stuff.  This would be partially explained by the fact that I had a flask-full of straight Krusha, because (at a stretch of imagination and naivety) it loosely resembles whiskey and is kind of strong tasting and bad for you.  So yeah, I'm wondering what the effects of drinking a bottle of milkshake cordial in a day could be.  I'm sure we'll find out soon.

There are still kittens in my house, and they're still adorable.  One was playing with a stick that belonged to my cat yesterday and lost it, so the cat ran into the front room, drove him into the floor and mauled him with his hind legs.  Mostly my cat's a really good mum, and cats are kind of supposed to beat up their kids a bit - it teaches them the harshness of life.  If you're confused by the persons in that last sentence, we call our female cat a 'he' most of the time, because we're too lazy to change our perception of his gender.

My dad has also been teaching kittens about the harshness of life through several educational challenges like 'Escape from this really tall basket I just put you in' and 'Sit inside this closed fireplace for a while'.  I've been helping him out with a good bit of 'Tolerate me rubbing my nose on your tummy while you're trying to sleep.'  

All in all, the kittens have a sweet existence and an enviable lifestyle.  A kitten day is separated into fighting, sleeping, hiding from mummy, following mummy around, being beaten up by mummy, climbing on stuff and finding a new place to defecate every time the litter box is moved to your previous spot.  Cid (who you should know by now is my cat) just meows a lot, and seems quite affectionate but also a trifle bewildered.  

Whelp, today is another banging day, and I'm leaving in about an hour to scoot to Duncan Tarrant's house, where I shall meet with him and David Glover to do man things.  Speaking of man things, I have the next hour to eat breakfast and lunch.  I'd compress the two into brunch, only I'm not some kind of healthy eating pansy.

Also, notice the poll to the right.  It's poorly designed, but possibly the only one of any real consequence the blog has yet seen.  For once, I am seriously appealing to your opinion.  Google Chrome does not know the word 'blog'.

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.

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.

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!

Velme Dobre!

Well, I§m in slovakia.  I§m just tzping as I normallz would, so z and y are mixed up, and the apostrophe is a funnz squiggle.  It§s alwazs fun to read stuff with ys and zs swapped around anzwazs.

I can§t blog too long, because it§s important to be all social and teamz, but there is an awful lot to blog about.  Everz night we have highlights from the daz, and there§s never enough time to do them all.  As alwasz, the Slovaks have been incrediblz hospitable, providing us with free piyya, their time and a varied enteurage of food containg creme fresh and poppz seeds.  The food here is interesting, thez seem to see dessert and main course all as one crayz meal, so creme fresh and rasberrz sauce pancakes is a prettz average lunch. 

The Slovakia pit fights got off to a verz quick start this zear.  I§ve set mzself up for two this evening = one against Duncan Tarrant, to settle the rivalrz that has existed between us all daz, and another with Hazden Mclean, who thinks he can beat me.  We were plazing killer the other daz, and we decided that whoever got fouled next would have everzone take a shot at them.  I slzlz deceived him into catching the ball and he ran awaz.  Nobodz chased him, he§s onlz making it worse for himself, and I§m suspicious that when we finish our fight 9i.e I finish him0 that he§s going to get nicelz bundled bz 15 men between the ages of 14 and 30.

There§s a real feeling amongst the team that this zear§s going to see some spiritual and supernatural breakthrough, and we§re expecting healings, which is great because we§re goíng to old people§s homes and and schools for the mentallz handicapped.  Healing people with mental issues can seem a little taboo, even amongst Christians, but God is discerning and able, so we figure he can take charge.  He has so far in praise and prazer times, thez§ve been awesome, but also reallz focused around equipping and readzing the team for what lies ahead. 

I told a church full of people zesterdaz that I had a gun in mz bag, I think it didn§t help that thez didn§t know it was plastic.  It was a little awkward.  Other higlights include talking about wave particle dualitz for ages on the train, which had proper little compartments like in old movies, and an acoustic jam with Dave about 20 minutes ago, which started with two impromptu sketchz jams, and rounded off with a good wholesome bit of §Blessed be the name of the Lord§.

We§ve been plazing plentz of this and mafia and cards and the like.  If zou don§t get the link, read the comments on the video.