Happy birthday Steve!

Today is the birthday of my friend. 

He doesn’t usually like to have his nose rubbed in it, so I won’t mention any numbers, but I’m not that far behind him anyway.

It’s at these milestones that one tends to think about times past and present, and perhaps a dabble with the future.  Today I have been thinking about how every year that passes has served to strengthen the bond of friendship, and how fortunate I am to have such a great pal.

Happy birthday matey!

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Originally uploaded by swingnut.

Pah.

More space needed: a timeline of events

Late 2006:  Realise I don’t have enough space on my 100gb FireLite drive

Dec 2006:  Order a 500gb Iomega MiniMax drive from Apple

Jan 2007:  Receive email from Apple saying product discontinued, but offering ugly alternative.

Jan 2007:  Cancel Apple order.  Place order with JigSaw24.

16/02/2007:  Recieve dispatch order from JigSaw24!!

17/02/2007:  5pm: Receive delivery failure card from courier.

17/02/2007:  7pm:  Drive to depot and collect parcel. Sigh.

17/02/2007:  7:30pm:  Arrive home and excitedly unpack parcel.

17/02/2007:  7:55pm:  iChat Steve to ask if he bothered installing the CD software that came with it. (No)

17/02/2007: 7:57pm:  Plug in new drive.  Drag and drop photos, video and music onto it.

17/02/2007:  8:00pm:  Happily watch EastEnders, safe in the knowledge that my data is currently moving to a bigger home

Happy February!

January was a bit sucky. Let’s hope February is better.

Piggy wiggy woo.

Following on from Purrplechick’s post, here’s my pig.

The pig serves as a useful test of the personality traits of the drawer
Toward the middle, they are a realist.
Facing right, they are innovative and active, but don’t have a strong sense of family, nor do they remember dates
With many details, they are analytical, cautious, and distrustful.
With 4 legs showing, they are secure, stubborn, and stick to their ideals.
The size of the ears indicates how good a listener they are.
The bigger the better. They drew medium sized ears, they are a good listener
The length of the tail indicates the quality of their sex life.
And again more is better! They drew medium sized tail

Show us your fluffy bits!

Following on from Steve’s sheep blog, here’s my attempt.

Bum fluff weather

What’s the fucking point?! If you’re going to rain: then RAIN, otherwise don’t fucking bother.
What good is this half-hearted, pissy, drizzle shit?
That’s why I’ve decided this type of weather should be called Bum fluff weather; There’s no point in it. Either do it properly or get rid of it.

Gah.

The January sales

I hate the January sales. What is the fucking point?! It’s so contrived, so obviously a set up, and so bloody annoying.
Much like the ‘encore’. What the hell is all that about?! We all know that the ‘last song’ is never the last song, and that the band will always pretend to finish but actually come back on and perform at least another two songs.

Cunts.

Time’s almost up (10 things to do before I’m 30 - an update)

About 6 months ago I posted a blog about 10 things to do before I’m 30. It wasn’t a very serious post but they were mostly attainable wishes (apart from number 10, of course!).

Well, I’m down to my last 3 hours of being a 20-something, and I’m starting to see things a bit more seriously (and perhaps desperately!). I’ve realised that I have actually accomplished some of the items from that list of 10, namely 1, 6, 7, I’ve got a bit more of 5 done, and I’ve amost acheived 8. But really that doesn’t matter, it could have been a list of 10 other random things that I wanted to achieve within the timeframe (or not as the case may be), the point was/is that the destination is an important and significant milestone which represents the end of an era, and perhaps a last grasp on youth.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not desperately depressed or anything, I’m just feeling a little sentimental and nostalgic (as perhaps most people are when faced with being 30 Earth years old).
I can’t say that I have any regrets. I’ve certainly made my fair share of mistakes (and I still am), but I believe that making mistakes is something that we all need to do as much as learning from them. If I was pushed I’d have to say that my only regret is not having my friend still with me on this side of life to share the season’s holiday with.

With that in mind I’m on my way to getting sufficiently tipsy

Certain death

It is. Death is certain. And when we all die (not all at once, obviously) we might hope that people talk about us (in a nice way). But what would they say? Have you ever thought about it? I have.
“
He was an alright bloke.
He was a moody bastard.
Weird boy - picked his nose a lot too.
He was always a bit podgy.
Nice looking boy. Very quiet though.
He never shut up. Always on about something.
Very thoughtful boy. I’ll miss him.
Etc, etc.
“
Maybe it’s because I’ll be thirty (30) years old in 3 days that I have posted this morbid blog. Maybe it’s because I realise it’s a good excuse to write down what I often think about anyway.
Whatever, my blogs are limited. There’s only so much you can do before your death. And at thirty the clock’s ticking quite a bit louder, it seems.

Pah.