Wearing Odd Shoes

I have moved!

2006-06-08T03:08:00.000-07:00

Now you can find me here i'll leave this blog as it is for a couple of months, then it'll be gone forever! :D

The dumbest guy on the internet

2006-06-03T04:49:00.000-07:00

Why, oh why, did this guy think it could POSSIBLY be a good idea to SET HIMSELF ON FIRE?? there are no words....

4th May 2006

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The red brick of Girton College!

30th April 2006

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29th April 2006

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28th April 2006

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27th April 2006

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20th April 2006

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What thinking about time-travel does to a man

2006-03-25T11:05:00.000-08:00

I thought i'd show you a photographic account of the DANGEROUS CONSEQUENCES of thinking too hard about time-travel:

How Are You Today?

2006-03-20T19:23:00.000-08:00

HOLY Shit

2006-03-20T11:18:00.000-08:00

Click on This Wow, it's hard to believe it but there are still places in this world where you can be tried by the GOVERNMENT for being the wrong religion, and executed. This, remember, is a government put in place by the West (well, the Americans really), an apparent bastion of multiculturalism and religious tolerance. yet it has allowed a constitution to be put in place that seemingy means that it can be illegal to be of a certain religion. All i can say is that the Americans have some way to go before their self-appointed title of 'defenders of freedom' rings true with me.

A Bad Day For Epileptics

2006-03-03T11:07:00.000-08:00

These websites: http://www.seizurerobots.com http://www.funfreepages.com/flash/epilepsy.php are just so ace. (If you really are epileptic following these links probably isn't the best idea ;)

The First Thought That Pops Into My Head

2006-02-28T17:35:00.000-08:00

Is... I wonder what it would be like if there were penguins in my front garden doing cartwheels over jacket potatoes? What would the filling be in the potatoes? Maybe beans and cheese? That is, after all, a very good jacket filling. Though it would be quite messy if some of the penguins were to fail and thus hit the potato instead. Would they eat them afterwards? Do penguins eat potatoes? Hmmmmm.

Podcasting and other wonderful coincidences

2006-02-27T02:36:00.000-08:00

I met someone the other day whose song we've played on the podcast. We were randomly talking about words we liked, and he said he liked the word 'flange', and i agreed that it is indeed an excellent and most wonderful word. He then said he'd done a song called flange. It is then that my brain started in motion - hang on, we've PLAYED a song called flange......and yes! It was HIS SONG!!! Golly gosh how strange. you can even HEAR the podcast on cambridgepodcast.blogspot.com amazing now i was going to write something else. I just can't remember what it was, which is annoying. hmmmmmm. nope. it's gone. maybe i'll remember later. :-)

Something has come to fruition, and it's not just fruit!

2006-02-21T13:50:00.000-08:00

Well i won a competition! This photo: is going to be displayed in Cambridge as part of International Women's Week! It'll be on show in Michaelhouse Cafe (that little church opposite the entrance to Caius is actually a cafe!) from the 27th of Feb to the 11th of March! How ACE is that?! I can't think of a caption, so i don't think i'll have one, it'll just have my name printed underneath. Oh I'm all happy now :) so i'll go and do some work. woop.

Finally, Some Spare Time

2006-02-16T04:20:00.000-08:00

Not really the only spare time I've had recently, but this is the first time I've not been massively STRESSED recently, which does serve as something of a hindrance on my attempts to write nice things. I finally processed my recent photos on my computer (though it did take half an hour to upload 40 pictures), and got some good ones. Above is one of the three pictures i managed to get in Camden before my battery died. It's Mike, and i think it looks nice. If anyone has any idea for what i can do with my life, they wuold be much appreciated. Unless anyone fancies just giving me money for the rest of my days. That would also be appreciated. Maybe i could travel from city to city selling beaded necklaces and hats made of bits i find on the seashore. Or maybe i could learn to fly and get famous, and thus rich, as the first human able to fly. :-)

Something Lovely

2006-02-14T02:01:00.000-08:00

Bella was taking pictures with my camera today. She looked nice. And i had a nice moment when i looked at the camera and realised what a wierd thing it is - a little eye-machine that records what you see at any one instant. That's ace! You get all these wonderful snapshots of still time, a little record of what one little bit of the past looked like. Thus far my blog has been an outlet solely for my negative emotions, and i think it is time to lighten the place up - redecorate as it were. So i'm writing about things that make me happy. Thought i'd make a list: o Music, esp. Sonny Terry playing the harmonica. o The harmonica and how it sounds. o The Moon. o Realising that I'm in love. o Playing basketball, especially that moment when i remember how much I LOVE doing it. o When computers work properly and nicely*. o Being just-the-right-temperature. o Fruit juice. o Sleeping. o Eating. o Rain, esp. the sound it makes on hard surfaces. o Taking time out to do nothing. o Nice boobies**. o Writing my thoughts down in any way. o The sound of cetain things, well lots of things, like: o Words like 'plop' (i.e. onomatopaeic^ ones) o Silence (It DOES have a sound of its own, in that it is noticeably different to all other times of it not-being-silent) o Big boots walking up wooden stairs. o The Harmonica. o People with nice voices. o When i realise i have managed to express something about myself via a photo i have taken. o Feeling at-home somewhere that isn't home. o Felling at-home when i'm at home. o My friends. o Discovering i like things that 'normal' people are supposed to like, tea being an example. o Realising that in important ways i'm not 'normal', because the normal way looks a lot less interesting. I'll try to write something lovely and happy every day. That'll be lovely. :-) * My computer is a slow and irritating bastard. Definitely a grumpy old man. Pissant. ** A certin pair of lovely boobies comes to mind. ^ I bet i splelt (!) this word wrong.

Lonely and Naffed Off

2006-02-08T19:55:00.000-08:00

I'm getting increasingly fed up of being here. I hate spending so much time alone in my room reading and writing essays, especially when other people are off having fun whilst i'm doing so. It just feels like a kick in the teeth. How do things always seem to work out so that i miss out on having fun because i'm doing my essay? It pisses me off. I'm so damn lonely. I miss my family and just would rather be at home than anywhere else in the world. I want to be with my mum and my brother; they'll show me some sympathy and allow me my time and my way of grieving. Somehow they just always say the right things. I guess it's because they've been through this before too. somehow they just understand like other people don't, and i just want to be around people who understand. it's so tiring to feel like i'm in this big mass of people all of whom are just oblivious. i can just imagine being at home and having Si come in and realise i'm a bit off and ask if i'm okay, and i'll say not really, and he'll just say coz of little pop, i'll say yeah and he'll just understand and sit with me. i feel alone. and wasted. I want to be doing something. well back to joy-of-all-joys. hrmph.

Grey

2006-02-02T07:43:00.000-08:00

Today is a grey day indeed. My feet are cold despite me having two pairs of socks on. I hate having cold feet more than almost anything else. It is depressing. I am waiting for my pasta to cook - i am eating to feel better. I bet it won't really work. Though the smell of pasta with pesto with cheese will remind me of living in the house last year and make me smile. If only for a short while. I don't want to work. The book I'm reading is dull and irrelevant and I think i know what i'm going to write already. Mainly though i just don't want to do anything. I don't really see the point. This seems of little worth. My great-grandfather died on friday and everyone seems to be fairly alright about it. Why aren't theu more upset? Mum is always so happy on the phone. Does tha fact that she was with him at the end make that much of a difference? I feel like i'm not allowed to feel as bad or down as i do about it all. I'm never going to see him again, and every time that thought occurs to me i feel a big gap iside assert itself. Hey! Remember me? Yep - he's gone forever. piss. I just want to go home. I want a hug. I want to go to sleep for the next three days. I am silence-filling with music again. There's nothing i want to listen to so i'm forcing happy music upon myself. I want to write, take photos run around and smile. BUt i have to sit and read about Plato's Timaeus. Then write about it. Ah the joys of 'a good education'. At the moment i feel like i'm going the wrong way - i feel stifled by the fact that i can't be as sad as i want to. Actually, more accurately, i feel like i can't be sad for the reason i want, and the reason i've substituted is inadequate. I can't indulge my sadness because i have to work and because 'it's important to carry on and not let it stop you being happy and achieving etc etc...' coughbollockscough zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. well my in-built pasta timer is ringing, so i'd best be off. Maybe i'll smile soon. hopefully it'll last.

:)

2006-02-01T16:13:00.000-08:00

I am actually a very intricate origami folding... ...is my friend Mike's description of himself. It made me smile. You can check out his web page at heroesoftherevolution.com bye :p

Note to Self

2006-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:00

check out http://enterdoghouse.blogspot.com tomorrow