Archives for the month of: February, 2005

It may not be much in the grand scheme of things, but I’m feeling damn proud. Prepare to experient the first recording of Rob playing the guitar! here it is.
Now I know it’s short, but this ensemble piece took and hour to record, as it’s actually for three guitars. So I had to record each track while listening to the last and getting them in time and etc etc…
Actually getting the notes right was a challenge enough…
so yeah.
It’s not actually the entire piece, that’s still to come, but I feel quite rediculously proud of it.

Of course it wouldn’t have been possible without my guitar teacher, Tobias. He’s been damn good, and let me use his portable studio and electro-acoustic guitar to make this recording in my last lesson. 🙂

Here is a story of an event that pretty much defines the standard woman:
Around a friends house (who may or may not wish to remain nameless) we’re watching a DVD. Being a bloke I realize that there is something wrong with the picture, the following ensues:

Me: Lets have the remote I think the aspect ratio is wrong.
Remote gets handed, TV gets switched from normal to wide (or some such) picture no londer looks stretched
Her: Oh no I like it like that, it makes all the skinny actresses look fat.
Me:

So there you have it.

Next week, chocolate and its amazing power!

Well yesterday it came to that time where I had to leave Plymouth and get the train back home. So as usual my Dad gave me a lift to the station for the 16:40 to London Paddington. Unfortunately the train didn’t exist, ‘due to planned engineering works’. Even more of a pain, the next train took five and a half hours to get upto Guildford!!
This would have resulted in me getting in so late that I would probably be unable to get up for work, or at the very leaast I’d be so incredably tired that I’d be next to useless at work.
Seeing as I’d had a really relaxing time over the weekend and am feeling much better for the food and sleep gained from this weekend I didn’t want to ‘kill’ it all by missing loads of sleep last night.
So I’ve had to take the day off and I’m travelling back today.

Some of the more cynical Britons out there would start to make disparaging comments about the british public transport system. Personally I’m not so sure. It is deffinately true that it was in a terrible state several years ago, but from my limited experience I’d say that its getting a lot better.

I’m already thinking that I may regret that title…
Anyway, I am, at the moment, kind of growing a beard. Almost by choice.
The meaning of this statement may or may not become clear. I realise I’ve been a bit secretive about some things of late… or at least hinted at things and then left you guessing.
Well hopefully the build up will be worth it and we’ll all be smilling and laughing at some point in the future.

The near future.

If that isn’t vauge enough: Watch out for the false monks

I recently found an article on procrastination… Haven’t read it yet, keep putting it off….

😛

During the interval of ‘The merchant of venice’ (I went to watch this play last night at GSA – very very good by the way) I overheard someone say that they were feeling hot and flustered.
Nothing unusual there you may point out, and this is true it is perfectly normal. The thing that isn’t normal is that I suddenly realised that I didn’t actually know what flustered meant. Of course I had a very good idea, due to the context that I’ve heard it used, but I don’t know the actual definition.

So I decided to look it up (as I so often do):
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I would like a device that when used will produce instant canned laughter. Surely such a thing must exist? A gadget to get out of the awkward position of having made a joke that falls flat.

If such a device doesn’t exist then it should, I may even be tempted to try and make one myself (probably not but I’m enthusiastic right now).

If anyone knows of a gadget like this, leave the link!

As some of you may know I had a volvo, before my current car, and before I got banned from driving. For a long time this 20 year old car has been sitting on my parents driveway, basically just causing an obstruction. For a while I had the intention of putting it on e-bay; the idea of advertising ‘One volvo, doesn’t start’ really appealed to me.
Although it didn’t appeal to me quite enough to actually do anything about it.

Fortunately for me (and perhaps more so for my parents) the local council recently ran a scrap car amnesty. So now, after just over a year, the trusty volvo that served me so well has left. Gone. Finished. Scrapped.

A bit sad perhaps to see my first car go the way of the crusher (I assume at least) but then given my procrastination of selling it, pretty predictable.

So long trusty volvo, you will not be forgotten.

btw it didn’t have a name, I don’t do that kind of thing to cars.

Well I thought it would happen eventually, spammers have found a way through, by using trackback to hit my comments section. I am still completely flumoxed as to why anyone feels the need to try and advertise in the comments of old posts on my website. Seeing as a) they get moderated and deleted before anyone sees them, and b) They advertise sites that don’t exist. c) My readers, (thats you, you happy happy person) don’t give a flying toss about poker and the sites that offer it.

Spammers are stupid and we should throw stones at them.

At the moment I’m not blogging quite as much as I’d like (I’ve got a backlog of stuff to write about). So I thought I’d explain in a lame excuse kind of way by listing my typical activities during a week day, based largely on yesterday:

  • 7:00AM: Alarm goes off, I get dressed, brush teeth and wash face, pack lunch in time to leave at 7:15AM
  • 7:32AM: Get picked up from Guildford station by Dave, for a lift into work
  • 8:20AM: Arrive at work, try and write a blog before 8:30AM (when work starts)
  • 10:30AM: Tea break, generally surf random stuff, possible time for blogging
  • 10:45AM: Back to work
  • 1:00PM: Lunch break, quick sandwich, and a cuppa-soup, then play 4-5 player multiplayer Farcry, yesterday in the last game of lunch break I actually uttered the phrase ‘And that’s kicking your ass!!’. As I was in top place at the end of an 8 minute match with 17 kills, second place had 9… mucho pleased.
  • 1:45PM: Back to work
  • 3:30PM: Tea break, usually surf more stuff, another chance for blogging. (Note I rarely make use of all these chances.)
  • 3:45PM: Back to work
  • 5:00PM: Work ends, play bridge builder while waiting for my lift home.
  • 5:35PM: Lift home
  • 6:20PM: Arrive home, change and go to the gym
  • 8:00PM: Get back from the gym, have a shower, prepare and cook a meal
  • 9:00PM: Food ready, now eat
  • 9:15PM – bed: Either socialise with housemate and watch TV or practice guitar

Then repeat.
Although on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have Breakdancing and Capoeira respectively.

And this weekend I’m going down to Plymouth to see parents, friends, and have a guitar lesson.