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Thursday, August 28th, 2008
Monday, August 25th, 2008
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7:27p
Touch Down
Just a short one - want to get ready for the football.
Did my new gym routine for the first time today. Very hard. The cool down is ten minutes on the treadmill at 9km/h, for Pete's sake. I'd lost feeling in my left leg afterwards. Sexy.
Enjoying the gym generally, I must admit. The only problem area is, sadly, the spinning. The bikes themselves are better than in the spinning studio we went to previously; the tunes are better, too. The problem is that I can't hear the instructor for the majority of the time. Occasionally, "resistance" or "take it up" or something will come through, but the majority of the time... boy. She could be polishing her stand-up routine for all I know. It's frustrating. I asked, once, for her to turn up her mike. She didn't. Grr.
There's a gas bill on the left arm of the sofa. It asks, quite politely, that I pay the company £190.70. I know what's happened, though: they hadn't read the meter in ages, and were sending bills for £0.00, even though I was using the gas. Now that five quarters' worth of usage has caught up with me. Good timing, people! Imagine me rolling my eyes here.
Lastly, I'm applying for Carol Vorderman's job on Countdown. I am not making this up.
current mood:  calm
current music: Delays - Girl's On Fire
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xremyx
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2:46a
Horribly geeky link of the day.....
Do you like Tesla coils? Oh, what's that, you don't know what Tesla coils are?
Yes, yes you do.....
Have you ever seen a cartoon, where a character holds a rod that spits out lightning-ish sparks.
Those were all inspired by Tesla's actual work...
In any case, hundreds of years of science bring you this :
Twin Singing Tesla Coils
If that doesn't make you laugh, I have one better :
When Robot Programmers Get Bored
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Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
bally
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1:17p
Provider
Go here now. Have the sound on.
current mood:  geeky
current music: none
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Friday, August 22nd, 2008
bally
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11:38p
Wrong Number
On Wednesday, I got texted by a complete stranger.
DIGRESSION ALERT: I know, it's a little after Wednesday. I've been a bit lethargic recently.
The message reads: "Hi mark. Its ron . Look fwd to having you and angie together" Now, not having a context to this makes my mind - all perfectly set up for innuendo, as you know, dear sweet reader - go to all sorts of strange places. Nonetheless, I bravely texted this back: "You've texted the wrong number, sir. This is [mynumber]." Looking at it now, it could be read as sarcastic, but I was trying to do the guy a favour. His response?
From the depths of my memory I've dredged up some stand-up's routine about picking up the phone and it being a wrong number... and the other person kind of blaming you for their mistake. He wrote: "Did we not just talk? Who is this then?" I said who I was, and he's not got back to me. Again, with this beautiful hindsight, maybe he wasn't being that rude. I was expecting something like "Ah, sorry mate!" All a bit unsettling.
current mood:  listless
current music: Final Fantasy X-2 fight music
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Monday, August 18th, 2008
bally
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10:28p
Row Row Row Your Boat
So there I was, happily using the rowing machine in the gym.
DIGRESSION ALERT: I should try my hand at actual rowing one time, given the hours I've clocked up on rowing machines without ever being in a boat that you need to honestly row.
There were three or four minutes left when suddenly it started to rain. The roof was leaking onto the TV sets above the exercise bikes to my left. I kept on rowing, but the leak got worse. With about a minute left to go, I was getting splashed by spray as the drips hit the floor.
Obviously striving for realism with the rowing...
current mood: satisfied
current music: none
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Sunday, August 17th, 2008
xremyx
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10:09p
Beijing Olympics 2008
This :
Wrestling has never been sexier.
Also, see if you can figure out whether this is the men's or the women's wrestling.
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Friday, August 15th, 2008
bally
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3:17p
Pass In Time
My new passport came today! Thus ends that saga... well, for ten years, at least. Hopefully.
Dave and I also put up the number for the house. No longer will I have to direct people by saying, "It's going to sound daft, but it's the one next to 61" - there's a number there for all to see. Excellent. I broke my screwdriver, though, which is a pain. Grr.
The other big news is A-Level results day. This year I'd taken a second-year class for the first time, but I was amazed by how little nerves I felt when I went in. Usually I'm something of a wreck on results days, having suffered a week or so of sleepless nights, but not this time. Maybe that was because the panic was saved for when I got in!
The results are usually put in the Head of Maths's pigeon-hole in one big stack of paper. However, she has retired, so they'd been put in the new Head's pigeon-hole instead. The wondrous reception girls told me where to find him, and I hurriedly copied down my classes' results. My second-year class had a 92.3% pass rate (one person failed, unfortunately), and my two first-year classes got 73.7% and 68.8% pass rates. I'm pretty happy with those, given that teachers weren't allowed to use our statistics-improving techniques (it's something to do with the greater good, we were told).
Next week we'll get the GCSE results. In the meantime, have great weekends, dear sweet readers.
current mood: calm
current music: Watson Twins - Sky Open Up
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