Many years have passed since I wrote here…
At least that’s what it feels like (I’ve just checked and it is around 2 years). Since my last post my blog has quietly slipped between the cracks, drifted into obscurity, dropped down the ranks. This is not a problem for me, I was never really writing on here for fame or infamy. Arguably I should have deleted this site long ago – it is truly neglected.
However nostalgia is a powerful thing, and recently I’ve come to realise that the act of writing – writing for the simple joy of writing – is something that I miss.
I have, over the past few years become much more of a consumer than a creator – and I’ve come to the realisation that this is not a good thing. So, as random thoughts enter my head (as per the blog name) I’ll try and expand on them and record them for the disinterested masses.
Just like the good old days
If I wake up in the night and have to leave my bed, going to the toilet is an obvious example, it can take me a little while to get back to sleep again. When I was a kid (by this I mean child; not goat), I’d wake up and make a mental note of where I was positioned in bed, my warm spot. Then I’d get up do the deed and get back exactly into that warm spot again. I was so good at it that I could even tell if the duvet needed adjusting.
I would then fall asleep instantly.
Oh to get back to the state of mind where the first thing that pops into my head when I wake is how I’m lying, rather than ‘what time is it, will I have to get up soon, etc. etc’
Yesterday I did some exercise. Capoeira and breakdancing to be more to the point. This was the first attempt at serious amounts of activity since I became ill. It felt good!! Very invigorating. I’ll probably play badminton on wednesday (played last week too) and leave it at that for this week. My doctor (and everyone really) has advised me to ease back into strenuous workouts and I’m certainly intending to take that advice.
Feeling quite tired today but thats mainly because it took me ages to get to sleep last night (what with all the unexpected movment and whatnot).
I do however feel much much better, more like my old self. Perhaps even better than my old self, which is a pleasent supprise.
When more details of the previous few weeks emerge (working on some post which’ll hopefully be out in the next few days) you’ll understand why that’s such a pleasent supprise.
Life is good!!
Two months T-total.
Thats what I’m going to do, from yesterday.
This may not seem like much of a challenge, and if I weren’t socialising at all it would be easy. But the fact is that I’m very much a social drinker and it’s starting to concern me. So two months with no alcohol of any kind. There are at least two major house parties that’ll be happening in that time, these will really be the test. I hope I can do it, I don’t want to consider myself to be a social alcoholic (if there is such a thing).
After the two months is up, well perhaps I’ll have realised that there is no need for alcohol at all. Or perhaps I’ll just find it a lot easier to drink in moderation. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
On a different note I’ve been considering shaving my head. I need a haircut but they are so damn expensive. Also, although I’ve always said that I think a shaved head wouldn’t suit me, I can’t help but be curious to know if I’m right.
Photo’s will definately exist if I decide to go ahead with it (Dave’s ordered some clippers from ebay for himself so they’ll be easily accessible).
Or to be more acurate glandular fever stops just about everything.
Yes, gentle reader, my previous post was in error. I have had a relapse, or something like that. Been pretty ill with cold and cough and general tiredness. Fortunately I’m on the mend now and will be a lot more careful about picking up my usual activity levels than last time!
For those of you that have been looking at the progress on my new design, well there has been none. But I have added several new pictures to my gallery. This is really something I need to get, thumbnails of new shots on the front page, no-one really seems to notice the gallery :(.
Anyway, I’m still here, getting better. Post frequency should pick up to match.
Been feeling a bit tired recently. It occured to me (and has been suggested) that perhaps this is caused by a relapse or continuing illness caused by the glandular fever.
However there are some other extremely good reasons why I’m feeling a bit tired, I’ll recount the activities of the last few days to give you a picture:
Thursday: Get up as normal at 7, Normal day at work, my turn to drive (car sharing). Get home, eat, to capoeira. Two hours of excercise, a few drinks at the pub and a chat, get home, some things need sorting for the following day so I get to bed at about 1ish.
Friday: Day off, but that certainly doesn’t mean restful. Get up at 8:30, sort out Row’s birthday present, into town then train to London. Meet with Row and go for lunch, chat and general London shopping-ness. This is all good. Get back at about 5:30, pack bags at 6ish and leave for Loughborough. Traffic is bad so I don’t get there until about 9:30. Eat tasty food, then out on the town until late. Back home and to bed for 3:30ish.
Saturday: Up at about 8:30 again, damn body clock. Chatting wandering and eating somehow take up most of the day. Late afternoon and it’s off to the cinema to watch Munich (good film). Get back, out on the town again. Definately in bed before 4 but no idea how much before 4.
Sunday: Wake at 8ish but manage with much waiting to sleep again until about 10:30. Get up. There then follows a roughly 4 hour brainstorming session to help Sozu with some software design. This is great fun, designing good software with good friends feels good… Actually programming it is a different matter I’m sure. Late lunch with many many friends, lots of laughter and good fun. Leave at 7:30ish but traffic isn’t great on the way back either. Back to Guildford by 10. Have to prepare for the following day at work (sandwiches shower etc.) get to bed at about 11:30.
Monday: Up at 7…. I’m knackered.
So there it is, the crazy life of Rob… I need more sleep.
Damn my lack of blogging I’m going to have to explain backstory.
So, during the Christmas break I had a bit of glandular swelling, under my jaw. With a bit of web research and a visit to the doctors it was ‘diagnosed’ as probably just a bad throat infection. (Actually by the time I found a doctor, it wasn’t a bank holiday, I’d gotten registered and got an appointment it had started to go down anyway). Doctor gave me some antibiotics, bit of a stock response I thought but still, and a blood test. Because of some work problems I didn’t actually go in for my blood test until last week, and I called up for the results this morning.
Considering that all the symptoms seem to have gone and I feel fine I was only really calling for completeness. Also in the hope that I could find out my blood type seeing as I don’t know what it is.
The conversation didn’t go quite as expected at this point:
“Ah, yes I wrote you a letter not long ago, we want you to come in and see the doctor again” (or words to that effect).
The words “Oh good, just out of curiosity can you tell me my blood type?” die in their prepared brain space….
The conversation soon ends with me having an appointment for Friday morning and a slight feeling of confusion.
Irrational self is going crazy “What three weeks to live, god no I’m too young….” etc. Not entirely sure where the number of three weeks came from but hey.
Realistically I’m expecting the doctor to tell me that I drink too much and should cut down, which is something I’ve been thinking for a while now (especially after Friday night!). Hopefully if it is that then it’ll give me the extra incentive to actually cut down, rather than just thinking it would be a good idea.
So, after a slightly disturbed sleep, I woke and drove into work in the normal manner.
However this was not to be a completely normal journey.
I was coming up to a roundabout behind a white transit van. “If only these things were see through…” I thought “.. then I could tell when it’s going to stop” SHIIIIIII…….. I slamed on the breaks as the van stopped unexpectedly. ABS hammered the front breaks and I stopped uncomfortably close to the vans rear bumper.
“Phew, that was pretty clo….” SCREEEEEEEEEEEE BANG!
The car behind me hit. I went into the Van.
My shoulders slump “bugger”. Read the rest of this entry »
It started getting interesting today at about 2:30 this morning.
It was at this time that I was woken by the sound of my door opening, then closing. Looking up I saw a rather naked Dave padding into my room….
I took a rather British approach to this unexpected turn of events:
“What are you doing?”
“What, oh god sorry, er… “
Confusion seemed complete. With a few more apologies and the accusation of being “a clever bastard” (?!) Dave left. Or at least tried to.
“I can’t get the door open”
“It’s a normal door”
“Yeah but it’s got no handle”…. He was attempting to open the door on the hinges side.
It was around about this time that things started to fall into place. Dave had been out drinking the night before. I had heard of situations where drunken sleepwalking occurs. I even experienced it myself (fortunately not naked) when I somehow got ‘lost’ in my final year house and stumbled into Andy’s room.
After a while Dave found the handle but was faced with another problem.
“It doesn’t work”
“Pissit it must be locked”
“It doesn’t lock it’s just a normal door”
After a bit more fumbing the poor guy realised his mistake and pulled the door open.
I couldn’t get to sleep for quite a while because I was laughing too hard.
Last week I had what was probably the strangest dream I’ve ever remembered. So I thought I’d share it with you to prove my sanity, or not.
I’ll skip the beginning bits because they’re a bit hazy and probably related to World of Warcraft, albeit remotely. I’ll jump in…. here:
… I was looking for Pete and I found him, a serial rapist was beating him up by punching the soles of his feet. How I knew it was a serial rapist I’m not sure. Mind reading may well have been involved and the number of sixteen women sticks in my head.
So, I stop this guy from beating up Pete somehow, bit fuzzy on the mechanics of that, andpunish him (for the raping I’m assuming). Apparently this punishment involved giving him terminal bowel cancer. Using some kind of magic it seems. According to my knowledgable dream self, this is the most painful way to die.
This however didn’t seem to be quite enough to sate my desire for justice. So I then proceded, using ‘magic’ again I suppose, to transform this rapist into a transparent radio cassette player filled with instant coffee. To finish him off I then boiled the coffee, under pressure, while playing bad music very loudly through the guy.
Then I woke up.
And I think that’s the kind of tough justice that perhaps rapists need in modern society, you don’t see enough criminals getting transformed into inanimate objects using speculative magic.