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December 31, 2001

It’s good to see that

It’s good to see that even superheros have problems with their love-lifes…

December 29, 2001

A guy comes home from

A guy comes home from work and finds his girlfriend sitting on the porch, crying.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I’m leaving you! I just found out you’re a paedophile!!!”

“Paedophile?!? Why, that’s a pretty big word for a ten-year old…”

I laughed, does that make me a bad person?
As always, my material comes straight from Metafilter.

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December 28, 2001

Lack of posts are due

Lack of posts are due to:
a) accessing the internet during off-peak hours only (6pm onwards)
b) being at home for the holidays I want to spend time with friends
c) going out with friends tends to occur after 6pm
d) blogger was recently compromised.

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December 24, 2001

Christmas Eve, eh? Let the

Christmas Eve, eh? Let the festivities begin… the crew are coming over tonight for drinks at mine before we head down to the Moon. Should be good.

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http://waferbaby.com/howto/openupacanofwhoopass/

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December 23, 2001

Man, I want to get

Man, I want to get a Mac just to play with OSX.

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And if you haven’t seen

And if you haven’t seen it yet then you really should rent, buy, steal or beg a copy of Good Will Hunting. It’s one of those films that doesn’t need a billion dollar budget or the world’s supply of special effects. Just a strong cast and an excellent script .

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December 22, 2001

I sit here in my

I sit here in my room at the Hilton Hotel, Prague with the lights dimmed looking out the window. I should be able to see the historic old town - the mixture of Gothic and Baroque arcitecture that is this beautiful city. Yet I can see nothing further away than 400m. You see, it’s snowing. Snowing as in snowing snowing. As in the most snow I’ve seen in my entire life. And it’s proper snow too - not the horrible wet stuff we get in England. It feels right - there *should* be snow at this time of year. The crispness under the foot, the fall of it in the air. Prague feels so Christmasy.

More on Prague when I get back to Bournemouth, including tales of inebriated parents and Czech beer. I need sleep before the flight back tomorrow morning. That is, of course, if the flight isn’t delayed because of the weather…

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An old link but it’s

An old link but it’s always fun to read through… “I Just Want To Be Friends”

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This week has been the

This week has been the week of Epic Fantasy Films That Happen To Be Released Before Christmas. Tuesday I saw Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (152 mins) and then on Thursday I watched Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (178 mins). Firstly a few random observations on LOTR:

I estimate 6% of the total film length was spent on static shots of The Ring, either sat on a surface (table, floor, etc.) or in the palm of a character’s hand. I think they were really trying to get across the idea that The Ring is important.
The film itself was a little too epic, with plenty of impossibly wide flyby shots of either battles, buildings or landscapes, almost if they were trying to scream pictorially: “Look at how much goddamn money we spent on this film!”
At the end of the film I heard a guy in front turn to his friend and say: “That can’t be it, can it? There has to be a sequel, right?” I think he stayed there until the end of the credits to see if there were any extra scenes…
New Zealand looks a nice place to go to if you like lots of different types of unspoilt landscapes.
I have seen two other Peter Jackson films, Bad Taste and Braindead (which has to be the best zombie splatterfest film ever). Looking back on those I don’t know how he managed to convince someone to stump up all the cash for the LOTR trilogy.

Harry Potter was surprisingly good, considering they were really gunning for the younger audience there was still enough to interest the adults.

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December 20, 2001

Going to Prague with my

Going to Prague with my parents seemed like such a good idea. I was really looking forward to it. But now here at London Heathrow, the reality of any Sheppard holiday hit me. You see when we go away, things can never be simple - something has to go wrong. And lordy-me, it sure has now. Not only has the flight been delayed by three hours, but my Mum has somehow managed to loose *all* her credit cards. And she doesn’t know where. Queue frantic phone calls to cancel these credit cards in the middle of departures, my Mum trying to find a Police Officer to report these missing cards to, and me muttering ‘chocolate bloody teapot’. And now it seems my Mum and Dad are back off to the car to see if they’re there.

So here I am in the middle of London Heathrow departure lounge by myself, bored, and every so slightly annoyed. I’m off to get a pint in the Spoons upstairs. I need it.

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December 19, 2001

There are times when you

There are times when you read something and feel completely sobered by it.

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December 18, 2001

Being at home has given

Being at home has given me time to think over the last semester and work out exactly what I have achieved. I look back and all I see is that educationally I’ve been nothing but a lazy arse. I haven’t been to many lectures and those I went to I didn’t take any notes, let alone pay much attention. Even though I still managed to do all the coursework to a reasonable level and have probably done okay in the exams, I feel bad about this attitude. And this is why it’s going to change. Oh yes.

Next semester, I am going to go to more lectures where I will actually attempt to pay attention. I may even consider taking notes. I’m also going to go to the library at least once a week to read through things. Oh man! I’m actually going to have to study. Hoepfully, these measures will save me the nightmare of trying to learn a whole module in one day. Learning as you go along *is* the way forward.

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December 15, 2001

These guys can’t be serious.

These guys can’t be serious. Can they?

It’s finally over. After 15

It’s finally over. After 15 weeks I get to go home and rest. It’s been a long semester and there are things I need to get down about it, but I haven’t the time today.

But there’s time for these few brief announcements:

A big Dave-Pearce-roll-another-phaaat-one-stylee shout out goes to people who have been nice to me this semester. As I’m crap at compliments, I would particularly like to mention:

Rasey, Anisa, and Tej for feeding me over the course of the semester and for just being generally wonderful.

Paul and Scott for being good mates.

The Bournemouth Crew. Word up Darren and Doug!

And an angry “Forget You Airhead!” to the people who have pissed me off this semester.

Here endeth the semester.

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December 12, 2001

*grin* theo just got 260

*grin* theo just got 260 using my nipple.

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Oh and before I forget,

Oh and before I forget, today’s Web Toy. RallyTrophy

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Something in his genes told

Something in his genes told him to pretend
‘Twas something for the weekend

Freudian slips of the day:

“Redundant Array Of Inexpensive Dicks… urgh… Disks…”

And:

“On Friday, I’m gonna get laid. Shit, I mean lashed.”

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How to convert a 1300

How to convert a 1300 Escort into a Pucka Motor in 30 mins. This is something for me to try out over the holidays. (And then cruise the Dartford one-way system in true geezer style over and over again in an effort to avoid ending up in Swanley)

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T Shirts that would not

T Shirts that would not impress your parents:
#1
#2

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December 11, 2001

Exams. Some go good. Some

Exams. Some go good. Some go bad.

Todays went bad. But then again, I did little in the way of revision because I don’t see the relevance of the module.

So “Mushn’t grumble, Mark.”

I’m told that shit happens. But why does it happen to nice people?

I felt so sorry for Anisa today… she managed to do her neck in on the day of the exam she was most confident about. After a trip to the hospital for x-rays, she was back in Uni with a neckbrace and still in pain for exams. That girl’s got fighting spirit. She deserves to do well.

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December 10, 2001

“… and that is the

“… and that is the end of the examination, please finish writing and wait until your paper has been collected.”

And relax, feet up, eating chocolate buttons, with a beer chilling in the fridge and watching Cold Feet. It might even be time to get some of those items crossed off my ever growing to do list.

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December 8, 2001

The best thread. EVER.

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Following on from my search

December 7, 2001

dot com millionare t-shirt. Matthew:

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“It’s not nasty, it’s amazingly

“It’s not nasty, it’s amazingly witty and insightful. It shows off my intelligence and undeniable sex appeal.”

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I would try and attempt

I would try and attempt to write a proper blog entry, but I really can’t be arsed what with exams and all. My brain aches with all this learning. But I suppose that’s what you get when you try and learn a whole semesters course in one day. Next semester I will go to the library and actually try and learn the course as I go along… I will… I will… I will…

And now for stuff:

‘Anyway, not to worry; I bet I know where you’re off to, hmm?’

‘Oh?’ Graham said, trying to look innocent.

‘Yes, I can tell,’ Slater said. ‘Stop trying to look so damn nonchalant.’ A smile appeared on his face like oil surfacing on still water. ‘You’ve got the hots for our Sara, haven’t you?’

‘Oh, intensley,’ Graham said, trying to over-play it; but he could see Slater wasn’t taken in. But it wasn’t like that; it wasn’t that crude, or even if it was it shouldn’t be talked of in such a way; not now, not yet.

‘They aren’t worth it, kid,’ Slater said, shaking his head sadly and wisely. ‘She’ll let you down. Later if not now. They always do.’ - taken from Walking On Glass by Iain Banks

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December 6, 2001

As part of my ongoing

As part of my ongoing one man effort: University of Surrey

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“The Holy Ghost inseminated Mary

“The Holy Ghost inseminated Mary and she gave birth to God the Son. But the Holy Ghost and God the Son are both aspects of God the Father; they are ultimately one and the same. Which means that Jesus was his own father and Mary was inseminated by her own, as yet unborn, son. Which might mean that Jesus sends himself a card on Father’s Day, but can’t send Mary a card on Mother’s Day, because being also God the Father he was around long before Mary was even born.

Christmas dinners must be a laugh at God’s house. And although Jesus, God the Son, has a birthday to celebrate, His dad, who is also Himself, doesn’t, because He was never born.”
- taken from The Fandom of the Operator by Robert Rankin.

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December 5, 2001

trenchant bloke I lifted the

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December 3, 2001

“Shyness is nice, and Shyness

“Shyness is nice, and
Shyness can stop you
From doing all the things in life
That you’d like to“

Walking back home from Uni today, I was struck by an introspective mood. I just started thinking about how I had only one more ‘proper’ year (next year is placement) left at University. That means only one year left of dossing about, of staying up to silly times in the morning just talking the kitchen, and of general student laziness and antics. After that there’s the prospect of full-time employment with only 4 weeks off to yourself a year and the whole settling down thing . Which just makes you wonder if anything you do in your life actually makes a mark on this world. Does it really matter, cosmically speaking, if I don’t get out of bed this morning?

Aaaah! Existential angst.

On a brighter note, I saw the cute girl today twice and I also spoke to Doug for the first time in a fortnight.

But exams start tomorrow. Oh well - worse things happen at sea.

“If it’s not Love
Then it’s the Bomb
Then it’s the Bomb
That will bring us together”

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No doubt, once the exams

No doubt, once the exams have passed, the Sheppard will want to read through the moz letters.

Revision Avoidance http://simon.fneh.net/2001_05_01_e.html#3861586 –>is a

Revision Avoidance

In other news: “All the fucking same are they. Drinks can you buy them… but put out… they do not. Bitches.”

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December 2, 2001

Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is like Sunday
“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
- Steven Patrick Morrissey

Sundays are never a productive day for me. I just don’t know what it is about them which makes the day seems so long and at the same time make me feel like I’ve done absolutely nothing. Productivity wise, Sundays always get off to a bad start. It’s a Sunday - you’re practically obliged to languish in bed all morning. And it’s almost a guarantee that you’ll be nursing a hangover. The next thing you realise is that you need a bacon sandwich. Wallop! Bacon craving fulfilled, you shower. By now its around 1pm, which can only mean time for tea. You supp your brew and watch a little forgettable Sunday afternoon TV. Now kids, this is the part of the day that you could do some productive work. You glance at the clock. It reads 5pm.

5pm? Bugger.

You’ve just managed to piss away the best part of the day staring blankly at a television screen. Now there’s only one thing for it - you’ll going to have to eat a roast dinner. With roast potatoes, vegetables, and everything. All the trimmings. Hopefully, you’ll have some one cook it for you. If not and/or you’re a student, this is going to a mean a trip down to the local or one of those cheat roast dinner jobbies.

Feeling stuffed, you crash back down in front of the television. It’s 7pm now. You’ve done sweet fanny adams all day. And there’s really no point in starting anything now. So you spend the rest of the evening watching the nothingness of Sunday evening TV before going to bed. It’s apathetic. It’s lazy. It’s a pretty normal Sunday for most people. And God knows I’ve been there.

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