What a fascinating thing. I’ll be posting the generic “2012 here we come” post in due time.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2011. If it were a cable car, it would take about 28 trips to carry that many people.
he was under the Christmas tree.
Seasons greetings, readers. And how has your holiday been thus far?
Mine?
Well, after a mild cold and a nasty case of food poisioning I’m soldiering on, with some lovely new, shiny things too.
First of, awesome slippers.
New books!
^This will no doubt keep me very busy…
An awesome calendar!
Some new inductees to the wall of, uhhh, WALL·E.
And, lastly, five extra reasons/excuses not to have a social life.
Skyrim alone would cause that, but these other four too? On top of Batman Arkham City, Deus Ex Human Revolution and Mass Effect 1 & 2… well…
Food poisoning is definitely something I wouldn’t want to experience again any time soon. My sleep pattern is still trying desperately to recover from the delirium-inducing mindfuck I was subjected to for nearly three days amongst much more physical symptoms and I still haven’t quite felt myself. But saying that, I haven’t really felt myself for nearly four years… but that’s just getting pinickity now.
Also, here’s a Christmas Roxydog for your troubles.
Merry Christmas, followers.
Peace off!
the cowardly lion human.
I really wish I had it in me to tell my mother exactly what is going on. I wish I had the strength, the fight in me, to just have it out and tell her everything. The reasons why I don’t get up in the morning, how I don’t see a point to, how I don’t feel like I have a reason to. But I can’t. And every time I sleep too much she goes and makes it worse by pointing it out and going off on a “I could have slept in but I don’t!” tangent and let me tell you, guilt tripping a person suffering with depression, you might have well hand them a noose while you’re at it too.
I can’t tell her though. I can’t tell any of my family what I’m really feeling or going through. They would just panic and worry too much even though I could try and reassure them endlessly that I’ve still got a grip on sanity and won’t do anything stupid.
I. Will. Beat. This.
In my own time.
They can’t throw a catalyst into the mix. Only I can do this.
If you ever feel alone and powerless to do anything in your life, just be thankful you don’t have this. You have no idea just how much of an advantage you have. This is entirely contextual of course, there’s always going to be people better off and indeed worse off than one’s self. But for now, just keep that in mind, friends.
Peace off.
Man, what happened to my weekend? One minute I’m plain sober on a Friday morning, next think I know it’s Sunday.
Good times.
It was great seeing Adam, Nat and Dave again. The latter two I haven’t been in the company of for nearly two years! 
Nigel was out too, good to see him and catch up on things. Everyone else flaked out like the slimy little toads there are, bar Kent, who actually had an excuse.
Dave bought me the greatest present ever. It’s a USB-powered desktop guard in the form of Yoda – complete with light and sound effects. I’ll post a picture or two up when I can be bothered, maybe even a video too.
Still kinda recovering from the pretty heavy drinking that was had. Although unlike last year I wasn’t AS abusive towards the taxi driver who demanded we pay before we even go any where.
Also, if you haven’t already done so, I implore you to play:
Peace off!
I almost don’t want to post this. Based in some form of subconscious fear of jinxing my position since every time I do talk about positive things they all seem to fall apart within days of sharing them. But here goes anyway…
I have had an excellent week.
Let me say that again, since I’m pretty sure you didn’t hear me the first time, I know I didn’t.
I have had an excellent week.
It began last Wednesday when I woke up at 4am and within 90 minutes I decided I’d talk the dog for a walk, a looonnnggg walk which lasted nearly an hour, and was all fired up to take the day by storm, applying to jobs left, right and centre, showing the JobCentre a thing or two (despite the 70 minute wait because they cocked things up…) and generally feeling awe-some. That’s right. Awe-some.
The week continued with my getting up by 7am or 8am at the latest – a rarity since the depression has had such a crippling grip on me and my usual wake up time was well in to the afternoon, letting alone actually getting out of bed – and taking the dog for the same hour long walk every day. When I couldn’t find the time or energy to do it in the morning I opted for the evenings instead, sometimes just plain forcing myself out of the front door because I kept telling myself to remember how great it felt to come home with a happy, panting doglet and that lovely feeling of a long, satisfying walk with her.
She’s happy, I’m happier.
And the other day I received an email about a job application, with an invitation to meet the employers today.
Basically, I’ve more or less got this job once the paperwork is out of the way. I feel THAT sure of it. And better yet is that we were told to forward as many people as possible to the vacancies since the company needs 200 employees so I’ve already told my brother and Damien who worked the festivals with me, and if you’re interested in doing steward and crowd safety work at sports events, concerts, festivals and even the Olympics next year with the NVQ 2 in Crowd Safety bought and paid for (otherwise costing £1200) then get in touch with UAspire Security Ltd who are based in Telford.
Now all I have to do is fill in the aforementioned paperwork and complete the course and I’ll be all ready to work as a steward. Pretty neat, eh?
In other news, my writing suddenly came back with a vengeance as I wrote nearly 7 sides of A4 after walking home from town the other day. Not to mention it isn’t actually finished yet, or anywhere near my scrutinised high standards, but it will be, and already it has found a home as part of a bigger plot.
It’s all coming together.
Patience is indeed a virtue.
So long for now, readers.
Peace off.
The Seasonal Affective Disorder is really getting its claws into me now. I am not looking forward to the next 3-4 months of the same old symptoms bought on the dreary, cold, dark days of these dead months. The only time of year my usually misanthropic attitude changes to wanting to have as many people around as possible (and no, it’s no festive spirit or anticipation over my birthday! 
) is a-comin’.
I need to find something to focus on. A hobby. Pastime. Anything to take my mind away from the situation.
Any suggestions, readers?
See you on the other side!
Sorry, I’m currently out of the office and am unable to take your call. I don’t know when I’ll be back. If your call is urgent, you can reach me at the battlefield.
So, this is a weird tale for you.
I’m a regular poster over at the IMDb forums, specifically the games I play (Call of Duty, Battlefield, Assassin’s Creed) and since the Black Ops board is so popular a lot of users have added each other from there to party up – I think the majority of my friends list on XBL is now actually IMDb users – and this is where my story begins.
I added someone on Xbox Live months ago and we’ve been frequently partying up and playing Call of Duty Black Ops. And, as you do, some light conversation has shed details on each other’s lives outside of playing Xbox.
So the other day I was looking through the “People you may know” section on Facebook – utter boredom can drive a man to such things! – and I’m looking at this one profile, seeing he is employed by [REDACTED], studied English at [REDACTED] University and had just posted a massive rant about his football team, Manchester United, taking an absolute hammering from Manchester City and I’m thinking to myself “This is [REDACTED]‘s profile! I’m sure of it!” and in the top right it says “Kate O’Neil is a mutual friend.”
So later on, before we even begin playing any Xbox, I ask him and sure enough it was his profile I found! And he’s friends with Kate!
To be frank, I’m kinda tired of this happening now. Too many times now I have had friends who, as far as I know, are located several miles away from anywhere yet wind up knowing each other!
And to end on an ironic note, Nine Inch Nails’ “[My World Is] Getting Smaller” was the first song on my MP3 player today…
I love this song more than your collective faces.
Well, it’s been an interesting, and more importantly eventful few days! shockhorrorandsuspense!
It all began on Saturday when we loaded up two cars and headed out to Lancaster to see my little sister off to uni. Being on a university campus made me miss that life so much, the atmosphere and general feel of fun and excitement about to begin, I did actually wish it was me going back to uni and not my sister! Hah. It hasn’t quite sunk in yet that she’s not coming back for a while and I do not doubt that at some point I will crash and burn without her around since she’s been so supportive in her own little way. But I’m so happy for her and hope she has the best time.
While up there I had chance to catch up with Beki which was nice! She’s even offered to keep an eye out for Steph and be bezzy mates with her. Lancaster campus is so weird though! EVERYTHING is on one site for them. Halls, lecture rooms, shops, bars, takeaways. All in one massive compound. It feels like its own, self-contained town. Beki tells me she had friends there who never saw Lancaster because they had no need to leave the site! To be honest I’m glad Bangor’s facilities were so spread out across the ‘city’ – at least I got to see all the town had to offer, as well as build up some epic leg muscles walking those damned hills.
I am Ahab.
So after the 5 hour round trip to Lancaster my brother and I had birthday celebrations to attend back in Wolverhampton for miss Scarrot and some “Lizzy” – who the fuck is Lizzy you say? I asked the same thing!
Although everyone else was an hour late turning up and we’d high tailed it from up North (I won’t say anything…) the night proved enjoyable! Mike decided to do some glass collecting and serving in the Royal even though it was a night off and scored us some free drinks and, thanks to an unenclosed dare, I won a pint off the birthday girl herself! Hooray!
Then we travelled back to 2005 and went to Planet! Boy did I feel like a teenager all over again. Especially when some drunk, green haired monster was all like “Rich, try this! Open your mouth” then continued to pour a drink all down my face and shirt…
We rounded the night off with some beautifully unhealthy takeaway and headed home! Although apparently, after we left, Emily falcon punched some guy outside Planet for bad mouthing her boyfriend… I would have loved to have seen that since she always so sweet and lovely to people, haha.
Also, as always, the journey to Lancaster inspired some ideas in me. I don’t know what it is about the country rolling by outside a window but I always feel so creative watching it all change as the miles clock up. It should be a bit more upbeat that the every morning recollection of depression you may have read lately. We shall see!
What else? Ah yes, the Battlefield 3 beta is GOD DAMN AWESOME! I can’t even begin to imagine how good it looks on PC since my mind = blown from simply playing it on Xbox. Some severe coping issues with the new engine though. Trying to destroy buildings which also has to be updated and relayed to 23 other players has caused quite a few crashes and freeze ups for me. My love for in-game C4 should be reconsidered. 
Oh and I’m going to ambush Miss Kent upon her arrival back on these shores. Coffee and writing nerd rage shall be had!
I think that’s all, folks.
Peace off!
