I’ve taken the plunge and got some mouthwash. My first two times (last night and this morning) weren’t one hundred percent successful. Swilling’s not a problem, it’s the gargling thats letting me down. First time, mouthwash everywhere, second time, I’m quite sure I accidently swallowed half of it.

Another problem I have with the whole ritual is the beginning, the initiation if you like. Once I’ve measured out the ‘shot’ of mouthwash, it takes presnece of mind not to down it. Force of habit.
I’m going to persevere though, may as well seeing as I’ve got a whole bottle of the stuff.

It must have been about a month since this happened, but better late than never.
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I was making my sandwiches for work in the evening in the normal manner, (bread, butter, filling, you know the drill) when my housemates came back from one of their performances. One of them asked me what I was doing (duh). Then proceded to exclaim ‘You don’t need four slices of bread’ or something along those lines.

Now bear in mind that I’ve been making sandwiches for work for a hell of a long time now. I was pretty incensed, how dare she tell me how much I should eat etc etc rant and so on.

A few days later however I was curious, “it is hot hot summer after all, perhaps I don’t need ‘four‘ slices of bread” I thought.
So in a daring experiment I tried just two slices of bread. Expecting to come home hungry and vindicated.

Strange thing is, it made no difference at all.
I mean at all
No more hungry, no more tired, no loss of weight (a good thing in my case). Nothing.

Mysterious… really makes me want to know where the hell those other two slices of bread were going.

… well, nothing really.
I had hoped to celebrate my expected return to blogging with an insightful, interesting and stimulating post on why 666 is considered ‘the number of the beast’.

Well after a bit of searching around it seems that this well know ‘fact’ is actually the most tenuous half-reference you could imagine. Infact I hereby demote the fact to ‘mumbo jumbo’.

There are I think three references to the number 666 in the bible (if several different websites are to be believed). Two describe the devils size (60 cubics high and 600 pounds or some such), and the otherone has something to do with someones sons.
People that care are even beginning to think that the devils number is in fact 616.

There are some numerology websites that suggest 777 is gods number (seven is good for some reason) and therefore 666 is the number of a imperfect man (being one short on all accounts).
‘If thats the case then sign me up’ I say, seeing as the expectation of being anything other than imperfect is not something I could bear.

So, not insightful, probably not interesting and highly unlikely to be stimulating.

At least the only way is up!!!

Well my new computer is build, and controversially, my old one is fixed.
So with luck blogging output can increase.

Although the onset of World of Warcraft addiction may slow the trend.

Also software and hardware configurations still need to be finalised on both machines.

But, not long now!!

Well as you can imagine I’m quite busy in my new job, getting to know people and code and systems and whatnot.
Appologies for not updating but as I said, my home computer is dead. Plans are already well underway to replace it (with a desktop this time) but they won’t be put into action until the girls I live with move out and I move into a larger room. Hopefully this should happen in about 2-3 weeks.

Any worries that my job would be a sedentry desk job have been laid to waste by this simple fact. My coding/compiling computer is upstairs, and the target that runs the code is downstairs. For all the non-coders out there this means that to make the slightest change to the code I have to go upstairs, change the code, then go back downstairs and re-test it.
Even if this means changing a 5 to a 4, a flight of stairs will be involved.

So everythings going well, I do plan to continue the holiday recounting, but probably after I’ve got my computer sorted out.

Had quite a close call yesterday, left the house (can’t remember why) but left my computer on. When I came back the computer had a completely blank screen. Not a big deal you may think, screensavers have been around for ages. Thing is my computer was not responding in the slightest. Turned it off and on again.
Bios basically said (in not such clear english) ‘You have no drives in this computer, no hard drive, no CD drive, nothing. Go away.’ Reboot, same thing. Bios fiddling, same thing.
This is a disaster, last time I backed up all my pictures (the only things of real importance on there) was about six or seven months ago.
There’s nothing I could do at home, just hope that its the IDE controller thats gone and the actual drives are fine. This would mean that the entire laptop was completely useless but at least I’d be able to retrieve my data.
So, I take it into work to try and find the problem. Turn it on…
‘Booting windows, no problems here.’

The relieve is indescribable. Back up of pictures will commence as soon as I have a free minute.

Or in my case, whoops probably isn’t the word, considering that I actually wrote my letter of resignation on May 18th, that probably means that I’m doing ok!
It did make me curious, the fact that this life changing date was formulated by Dr Arnall, apparently a specialist in happines, motivation and confidence…
Thats quite an impressive specialisation!

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