#89 Extra time

Yep.

I mean that's pretty much all I want to write. Tired of being fed up. Leg works again. Good.

Laptop isn't finalised yet. x64 is also a bit of a disappointment.

With regards to longevity, I sure hope it works. I guess I need to add 2 more boxes to the chart! Now I'm supposed to be


No, sorry. Out of time. Good night.

#84 Thems the breaks

I died on Monday and came back a blink later. My ankle is broken. My motorcycle is not damaged, though it would be best to have it checked.

My ankle is broken. It was an accident. I hit a slippy patch on the road. I hit a patch of gravel on the road. My back wheel lost traction. It bobbled. I aimed for the kerb. The front wheel bounced over the kerb. The bike landed well, albeit on my right leg.

My ankle is broken. I cannot walk without crutches.

I will be alright. There are challanges ahead. I think I'm worried. No adjectives. It feels swollen.

My ankle is broken and I'm wiggling my toes. It will heal. I think I could apologise to it again. Sorry right ankle.

Morphene is most interesting.

Accidents happen. After so many journeys, I suppose the statistics finally got me.

As is this blog, I must decide if I want to sail forth to health and forget about the mishaps or rue the day. Was Torment right?

Seo linn an ceacht.
Lessons rarely leave scars. Scars usually leave lessons

#83 Maybe another time perhaps

Ach, this code isn't being nice to me.

I put myself down easier than some discarded dog. Ruff, ruff, yeah, great.

That which confounds must have once confounded the confounder, or, we all start at square 1.

I stuck my hands together with bits of sticktape today. It was the most worthwhile thing I've done in a long time. Procrastination is surely an art form by now.

#77 Diplopia

I have 5 days to get 15 questions done. Time to get going. It's a 100% exam assessed subject this time so every mark counts.

Turns out I have something called diplopia. I reckon a new pair of specs should fix it, but I'll have to fix what's causing it first. Shame really. I've got a lot of expensive plasting on the end of my nose at the moment. Hopefully I can just get new lenses, although these specs are rimless, so I'm thinking wishfully. St. Lucy is busy helping with cases of trichoma in sub saharan Africa for the rest of the year. Should stop it getting much worse though for which I'm grateful.

Dad jokes are bad, but worth remembering.

Online Christmas shopping seems to be just as stressful as actual real life outdoorsy shopping. I'll just have to get a 3V voucher. Proxying off someone elses credit card isn't going to do it. I just hope I don't suddenly realise it's a way of financing an MMO habit. That would be most certainly counterproductive.

1. Fix eyes
2. Study for exams
3. Work
4. Visit friends (likely you, the reader)
5. Christmas shopping and christmas cards.
6. Write a program to find my USB key (yes, it's still stinging me from time to time. The sooner I accept it's gone the better)
7. What was 7 again? I think I only had 6. Usually can't remember past 6 anyway. Oh yeah, find SNES. It's probably right behind me.

Ok, now I'll start writing. With a pen. That's how learning works.

#59 Catch myself

I want to say I know, but I know I don't.

Roll that one around the floor for a while. I've been hearing myself think 'I know' a lot lately. Rather annoying. Now it could mean a few things, but I don't think there's much point trying to work it all out. The other thing I've been thinking irksomley is 'I want to say' suchandsuch.

I've got 1 simple fact of importance to maintain tomorrow. Elligability. Must be careful not to over-complicate or over-simplify matters of concern. I love rambling. This is known. I could talk about a penny for at least 10 minutes, maybe even an hour.

'Abort, Retry, Fail?' was the phrase some wormdog scrawled next to the door of the Edit Universe project room. And when the new dataspinners started working, fabricating their worlds on the huge organic comp systems, we'd remind them: if you see this message, {always} choose 'Retry.'

So I retry.

#48 Thing in the sky, thing on the earth, thing underground

Normally, I write exquisitely depressing drivel about how miserable I am and how I never do anything to fix my problems other than talk and write and write and talk and talk. Mostly though, I write. It becomes painfully apparent that I'm starved for attention when I talk. It's just such a shame lamp posts aren't educated in subjects like Russian novelists. They'd make great conversationalists.

No, instead I think I'll say something nice about how happy I am.

Feelin' fine.

Free Will is about exploring possibility. Even highly unlikely possibilities are vastly intriguing. In fact from about as far back as I can remember, I liked thinking the what if. Fancy folk might call this Astral Projection. Most folk call it wondering. I consider every possible outcome to the best my of folly. It passes the time most agreeably. To consider the past and how I might have done so differently can be liked to a watering can at the inferno. Considering the future and what I might say or do in different situations is maybe how everyone gets by. Everything is easier when you've something nice to look forward to.

The journey was far from wasted. I got to see many parts of London such as Westminster, the Tate, London Bridge, the Golden Hind (they can't have gotten all the way around the world in that, surely) and the Globe Theatre. Dear readers, you were quite correct about the sale of time and money. It buys worthwhile experience. St. Paul's is magnificent. Truly, a shared ideal can achieve greatness. I also went to the Tate where I saw a Magritte I'd never seen before. I'll have to go back and try the slide though. That looked like fun :) London is not a walking city by any means. The real trick is learning the bus routes.

For now then, I'll work on learning about digital cameras, fixing the USB 2.0 card in the old computer, losing 10lbs while the weather is still nice, breaking in my new shoes (pinstripe converse ones with insoles) and generally enjoying the summer.

#40 Up and coming

Oh you know. Motorcycle test is all I'm doing right now. I won't might not get it, but that's not a problem. Real life might not have undo, but it does have redo.

I've learned. That's the important thing.

#38 Smashing Dreams

Only plan B left now. We live for hope. We must hope the community is better with our membership. I wish perhaps that I was someone else, if only for a day. Gumption's rising, so soon I'll change. It's so much time, but so much better spent.

It has already been stated that life as our choice is a 4 to 1 shot or 2 to 1 with a form of faith. We can better these odds again by leaving behind a legacy of some kind, usually through writing or being written of.

Thus, we do not despair. We must work on the legacy. Action is the thing. When all the din and blizzard noises have been quelled, we are left with action, sometimes a choice of action. This is free will.

Less time spent is more time saved. If it's general enough it can apply to everyone, but making it general makes it less effective. We'll contrive a reality from our own minds and faculties so that our minds need not bear the burden of the unanswerable. It is life we deign not face. So a life of our own, by our own, on our own is the result. We spend no time together. This is not the acceptable norm. This is not the common tie that binds. Of one or many, our acceptable norms presented as culture ensure we can bridge the gap between the one and the many.

The cause of frustration is that the greater half cannot accept the humdrum or the routine. It bargains with the lesser half to try and at least obtain the most remarkable routine available. It is a war of attrition. The lesser half could be happy without existence. There are levels of existence it is ready to accept. It is realities and the greater is fine high ideals.

I would save time reading what is already written. It is however my principle recreation to discover that I have independently concurred with the giants beneath my feet. These discoveries are what bring a peaceful silence to my mind.

Practicality demands we consider only things applicable to social situations. The common, the banal, and the ordinary are all perfectly acceptable. It is time to change, in a world where change is the only thing that stays the same.

#31 Users manual

This week, I've mostly been writing my users manual. For me. That's right, it's a users manual all about how I work. I think it's a good idea. We used to write short documentation schrifts in college for the odd programmes we made. None of my code ever worked really, but I made up the marks on the documentation sections. Overall, I tended to break even.

The manual is going well so far. It appears I am woefully lacking in social skills. Not sure how to address this. I've been writing a lot. No change there though. I crank out 1500 words on video games easily enough. Used to be the way. I sure hope www.gamerseurope.com comes back soon.

There's a problem though. I lost faith in computers after my hard drives failed. I knew they were going, but the real issue is security. I just can't cope with the darn things breaking all the time. I can't imagine how much time and grief... It's pretty awful. I'm still stuck for something else to do. Best alternative so far is music. Mostly, writing has filled the time. I'll keep working on the few stories and the users manual. Sticktoitiveness would be nice if I could get it.

Big issue now is how to achieve success without leaving the couch. Do I have to get up? I sure hope not. Still battling with common despair of course. I've always had Christmas to look forward to. I think perhaps a fine vintage of writing will be uncorked on that day.

The sum total of my existance now appears to be one where I do nothing but fill in forms and wait for things to happen. Heaven forbid I should take action. I haven't even really been outside nor can I gauge the last time I went out. A long time ago no doubt. Net total nights out is abysmally low.

In sooth, I have yet to live.