Be Excellent To Each Other

Pretending to be Scottish online.

Haud yer wheesht Zardoz!



Electric car stuff, and chainsaw proficiency or something.

Explain.

When Grim... talks, listen.

Unless you have ear defenders, what choice do you have?

Ah! Not something random, then, but something you actually possess. Anything that makes you memorable is a good thing — my web site (linked to in my CV) explains that I have a robotic arm and am currently seeking an arch-nemesis. That came up in both interviews.

I'm doing some due diligence stuff, and watching cricket. this is an OK day for me.

Oooo. Awkward.

Exactly, by "random" I just meant, doesn't need to be related to the job. You give a hook for something you can talk about, hopefully interesting to the interviewer, and demonstrates you are a talented human.

I'd love an interview. Can't get past the application sift at present.

Put in "Space Pirate".

Heh. I'm still mulling over that job in the States. But I don't want to be a scientist again.

Me too!

What do people do at cashpoints that takes so fucking long? Card, pin, money, move!

card, pin, recipt, other card, pin, recipt, other card, no money, stand around, walk away

Sadly, they offer other services. And fucking receipts.

A man was teaching his three year old child to use the dashingly at the station the other month. At 0825. There was a queue of about ten commuters behind him. I was going to get angry. Stupid hippy man.

Arriva have an iPhone app that lets you buy tickets. Then you just show the on-screen ticket to the bus driver, and you're set to go.

The app itself is a massive pile of shit, but the idea is great. More travel companies need to do this.

I wanted the cashpoint so I could have a coffee at the cafe near work. That's the only cash transaction I tend to make in the week. I use debit card on the train to buy tickets, for lunch and so on. I've got no cash at all on me the moment, and rarely carry more than £20.

I only use my debit card to get cash out. Credit card for pretty much everything else. More protection see...

Oh, I thought you meant the ticket machine. Still, both cause massive queues when someone's taking their time.

I hate queuing. It's my only character flaw. I might try writing a Grecian tragedy around it.

Post of the week!

Lost my pictures to the cricket. Boohiss. Lots of gambling goes on here. I might eat an ice cream later.

Currently, my diary is full at the weekends until the beginning of July. This includes a "stag weekend" which MrsA is invited to, as well, to do paintballing; quad biking and sleeping in a 'camping barn'. I really don't want to go to this at all. I hate paintballing and quadbiking. I've no real idea what a 'camping barn' is, but I'm sure I won't enjoy that, either. This weekend, it is up north to go out for a meal on Saturday night with mrsA, her parents, her sister, sister's husband and the 6 kids. I'm dreading it, mainly due to the place doesn't look great and the in laws will be there, so the food has to be 'none of that fancy stuff'. burgers and chips, then. or maybe a steak. And I'll miss the football. Sunday is a naming ceremony for a friend's child, which'll be good, though. And I'll miss the Grand Prix. I'm quite depressed over this, now.

Oh, it is lunch in the cricket, that's OK.

Really? Everything you said about it in Manchester sounded most excellent.

Paintballing is excellent fun, so is quadbiking. MaliA is broken.

I'll rephrase that as:

"I dislike getting shot, and the 'get shot and you are out' stuff is just bollocks, really."

This is famously why The Beatles never went paintballing.

It's a barn with spaces to sleep in. Like a big, stone tent. Some have showers and a modern ish kitchen, but it's something like a mid-point between camping and youth hostelling.

I once stayed in one in the Peaks during a very cold February weekend. The only heating was a single bar heater in the small kitchen, so we left that on overnight but were still shivering. The next morning, we found that we'd placed the milk in exactly the wrong spot, and it had curdled.

You're certainly selling the high points here.

I expected hay bales and farmers' daughters. I was misinformed.

"I took photos of the native children, but they weren't developed, so we're returning next year"

Lazer tag at the sheffield bowling ally in the 90s was fucking brill

Your new favourite single-serving tumblr: The Onion headlines misinterpreted as fact by stupid people on Facebook.

Sounds appealing.

I prefer the home comforts of a dog tent:

Have a Mafia cake Trooper!

Wooo!

Speaking of which, shouldn't you have a signup thread running by now, Curio?

Happy anniversary of your birth.

My phone rings:

Me - Hello, IT Services.
Student - What it is, right, is I've clicked the X on my work and it's closed. Can I get it back?
Me - Did you save it at any point?
Student - No, I never.
Me - Have you logged off?
Student - Yer, I have.
Me - *diplomatic answer*
Me (in my head) - Fat fucking chance. Start again!

Jesus fucking christ. It's 2011. I'd worked out it was a good idea to save stuff often back in the days of my CPC after my mother tripped over the mains lead after I'd spent 2 hours typing a game in.

The game was shite by the way, as is the law with all type in games.

I think you'll find all games were typed in somewhere along the way.

I love the personal stuff. I'll cut a promo like I'm the Rock. It's only on technical stuff I'd have any problems.

Also: if you want a nemesis, I'm right here. I even have a Baby Gerald-esque brow.

Also also: happy troopday!

"Type-in" games were their own genre where the user typed in a listing from a book or magazine as I suspect you well know.

I've just accidentally run 4.5 miles. As I don't usually run this is probably quite good (bike is still sick).

I suspect I'll probably hurt in the morning.

Gosh...

Type-in is no more a genre than floppy disk or tape games.