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BoredGnarlyburrHerderYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. 2004/01/12 - Happy New Year! Hey everyone, I'm back, for a bit... as usual, I've found the time and the mood to contribute to the wiki again, and immediately get swamped with work :P... *sigh* bladdy people, they think just cos they pay me they can monopolise my time. Anyway, I hope everyone out there had a good Christmas, and very drunken new year, and wish everyone the happiest of years this year. Maybe that way I'll get some of the joy too :P Nah, I've actually had a really good start to the year, so hopefully there'll be much merriment from this quarter. Gotta work for now though, Later, 2003/11/18 - Silence is broken I am going to risk breaking my silence for a quick rant, and the first blatant clue to my identity, for those of you who care. <Clue> I ride a motorbike </Clue> and this goes out to all you motorists out there, from all bikers. Yes, my vehicle is smaller than yours, yes, it is smaller than the lanes on the roads, and doesn't take up a whole one. But here's the shocker people, YOURS DOES. Cars were designed to fill up a lane, lanes were designed to fit cars. This means that, no matter how small my vehicle is, there is no space for yours in the same lane as it. If you want to overtake me, by all means, do, but do it in the next frikkin lane, for God's sake. My vehicle is not only small, it's light, and the wind caused by a tin-can on four wheels zooming past me at three times the speed of light is enough to blow me off the road, or at least into the next vehicle along. Yes, I hear it, "But biker's are always zooming up between cars..." Fine. Some bikers do, I don't, but that's beside the point. Every time a biker does that, he has taken stock of where you are, and what you are likely to do in the near future. He then decides to bet his bodily safety, and possibly his life, against a small amount of paint on the side of your car, on his evaluation of your driving. Now tell me, who the fuck authorised you, safe in your walls of steel, to make this wager on my behalf? I swear I'm going to start biking with a large blunt weapon strapped to the side of my bike, and beat the crap out of every vehicle that decides to take a chance with my life. sigh as you can see, my mood's not improved. Later, /* I'll drink to that!! Zooting around on 125, with motherf@$%erss leaving a hair's breadth between me and them has nearly sent me into the pavement too many times. What is wrong with some people? - InfernalRabbi */ 2003/11/03 I didn't have to work on Saturday, yay! Not that it did much to improve my mood. And it seems to be contagious, there's brown stuff hitting spinning things all around me at the moment. And I can't seem to keep my head down enough to avoid getting covered in it. Oh well, it's not like I mind, most of the time. So today we have to do the work I was supposed to do on Saturday, but the server's still not up (which is why I didn't have to do it on Saturday) but this is no longer a good reason not to do it, apparently. So I could be at work until 10 tonight. Why do I feel like I live in a Dilbertism. OK, my intention to keep this page light and mildly entertaining seems to be slipping somewhat. As soon as I start talking (or typing) about the things going on in my life, I get pissed off, instead of joking about it. So I'm going to go on sabbatical, or something, until my mood improves. Or I get laid, both of which may happen at much the same time, coincidentally :P. I'll still be here, I'll still be reading, I may even comment occasionaly on other people's rants, but this page is going on hold for a while. Goodbye for now, 2003/10/31 - Happy Halloween! (and merry beltaine to those less commercially minded) My life continues to get bizarre. My agent made me cook her dinner last night, my work colleague is taking me out to lunch today, my married friend next week sometime, and even my friend from across the country is coming to visit next weekend. So much oddness here. If only I were actually interested in any of them, I could have an active sex life again. sigh It's a bugger being picky. Anyway, even my strange friends are starting to say that my life is a bizarre place to be, I think I should start worrying. Time to get my feet on the ground again, and experience something parallelling normality. Or not. Hey, it's halloween today, capes and masks are normal, right? Bugger... this just isn't working, expressing this isn't helping me understand it, so I'll stop now. I'm in too bad a mood to be entertaining, I apologise to anyone whose time I've wasted by letting you read this. Question for the day: Why do I get hangovers when I don't drink? Later, or tomorrow (seeing as I have to work, bugger it) or maybe not, as the case may be. I'm going now, really, 2003/10/29 - One of those days again So here I am, just arrived at work (not now, this was about 2 hours ago), and I start to feel a little odd... like the skin on my head is contracting. And itchy. How pleasant. So I make a trip to th bathroom, and notice that my hair is still full of conditioner... sigh Don't try to hurry yourself in the morning, especially when you're half sick. So now my day is getting wierder and wierder. In the last 24 hours, I have had mails/phone calls from no less than three old female friends, promising to make a plan to see me some time soon, and professing to miss me so much, and hinting at other things. Flattering, but one's married, one's a work friend (sort of), and the other is the other side of the country. sigh And now the woman whose job it is to keep me employed has started a VERY interesting line of conversation in our email correspondence. Why am I so popular so suddenly? Have I won the lotto? and if so, why did no-one tell me this? Anyway, I have a thousand things to do today, and even though none of it's work related, now's the best time for it, so, G'bye all, 2003/10/27 - Boredom lifted Typical. I find something vaguely interesting to do with my spare time, and I get busy... Look at this, after 4 pm, and it's my first visit to the wiki for the day. I've decided to spend my spare time writing programmes for myself to make money, and seeing as that's what I get paid to be here to do, I'll look busy and productive too! Now I have no spare time any more. Oh well. This may of course have something to do with the fact that the boss came back from study leave today. BTW, thanks SynKronos, I knew that looked wrong, I just couldn't figure out what looked right. :) And I spell better than most programmers I know... but that's not saying much, I guess. sigh, back to the grindstone, 2003/10/22 - Wow, fans! :P Well, another day, another undiscovered skill. I woke up this morning, realised that all my wearable clothes were in the wash (the maid went on strike or something last week, I think). I managed to find a shirt suitable for work, and a pair of pants, but realised as soon as I put them on (thank god) that they had a hole from the bottom of the zip, all the way down... not good! So I found a needle and thread, and realised I can sow! But apparently not spell :P It's sew -- SynKronos And so far they're still together. (looks around frantically for something wooden to knock on). Damn this modern age of plastics and metal. Anyway, I actually have something to do today, so I won't stay long. See ya tomorrow, probably. (And by the way Mark, if you're posting (or checking stats) at 1:36, you need to sleep more, I don't know about too much spare time!) Till next time, FYI: At 01:36 on 22 October 2003, 29 unique IP addresses had accessed this page. -- Mark Mark, you have way too much spare time... But then so do I if I'm reading this, But I call it 'work avoidance' -- LothrielPixie 2003/10/21 - Wow, I can draw! I've lived my entire life under the belief that I had no artistic talent at all, and now I discover I've been depriving the world of my talent! (Or something like that anyway) A friend of mine asked me to design her a tattoo. I have no idea why, but she did. So I sat and attempted to put pencil to paper. And there it is, a flaming wing, looking actually more than halfway decent! I'm tempted to frame it. She isn't going to go through with it, however, she claims it's too big for her pain tolerance. Oh well, she's unleashed my creative juices on the world, I'm afraid. Now nothing will stop me drawing. Except for the sudden shortage of paper near me. Bugger. That was a great distraction from the boredom of being a Gnarlyburr herder, but now it's over. Back to Solitaire. (Have you ever seen what the inside of a person's mind looks like after 10 hours of Solitaire? It's not pretty, I promise.) I'm curious, how many people actually read the Wiki, as opposed to just putting up there own stuff? And how many of the Blogs and rants actually get read at all? I suppose, if I get an answer, I'll know someone reads my stuff, at least. :) Yeah, we reads. I read everything except the drivel ZenStar spews. I still visit the page, but if it's just mindless ranting again, I hit <<Back -- SynKronos Bye for now, 2003/10/20 - Aaaghhh, I've been alphabetised! Wow, what a weekend. Never managed to get so much done, without feeling like I've at least accomplished something. Oh well, life goes on, as they say. I'll be mobile again next week, transport is a greatly undervalued commodity, and then I can start having a social life again, it might make this page a little more interesting. Saw a friend of mine that I haven't seen in months yesterday, which was fun. Wow, can't believe how much someone can change in so short a time. Her hair's grown a bit, making her look like a completely different person, and she seems to have changed even more inside. She's gone from a quiet, shy, student type, to being a self-confident business woman. She's even upgraded her car from a clapped out ford fall-apart to ... wait for it ... a porsche. I need to re-evaluate my life, if she's capable of this, so should I be, dammit. Oh well, I still have three and a half years to make my first million. Now all the first step is to get out of debt... I feel my life slipping away from the nice, organised plan I had. I ask myself, do I care? Nah, I don't think so at the moment. I'll just grab the bull by the horns and ride it out as long as I can. Maybe I'll even survive. OK, enough of this, have to pretend to work for a while. No, wait, I don't, they don't believe there's enough work to do to keep me on, so obviously they can't be keeping me busy, right? Phah! OK, I'll stop ranting now, maybe. Fare well, and good fortunes, 2003/10/16 Well, I've had so many people point me in the direction of this page, and have seen that I'm even mentioned on it once or twice, so why not contribute at least a little. I can't promise regular contributions, but when my life becomes too tedious for words (which happens far too often), I'll break the tedium by telling you all a little about the bits between the boredom. I promise not to regale you all with tales of the boring bits though. So, where to start. I intend to post from behind the screen of semi-anonymity, so let me start by telling you a little about myself (Ah, bugger the paradox). I'm an old Claws member, one of the few who survived the transition between the old and the new. I miss Claws, it's been way too long since I've spent time with many of the elder insane ones. Now I believe I have to start referring to Claws without the Claw room as well... this may be a bit much for my fragile mind to survive, but I'll try. I picture you all sitting at Cafe Nescafe, and mourn the passing of Captain Dogs. Yes, even the bad things were part of what made Claw what it was. I'm sure that the majority of the names out there, and even the faces, wouldn't mean much to me anymore, but to the old hands that would know me if I identified myself, fondest greetings. So, in order not to start challenging for the most verbose contributor on day one, I'll call it a day for now. Farewell all, |