Monthly archives: February 2003


Quicksave syndrome

Well, I’ve had a shit day. It’s been announced that there will be redundancies at work and I’ve been lumbered with a project that got budgeted before anyone designed it (needless to say that I now need to fit a pint of work in half a pint of time). Over the last few days I’ve been playing Unreal 2. Like pretty much any FPS (first person shooter) you need it hit the quicksave key now and again so you don’t have to go back as far if you screw up. Today (actually yesterday now that I look at the time) I really needed to press reload and start over again, I’m sure that I could at least lose the pre-fucked project.


Another day and what was Ian thinking?

The Right Honorable M Frost does have a very good point regarding mentioning your ex on the website. Might lead to better relations across the universe! In a way I can understand where she was going with the whole thing as we all have done a bit of ex-baiting / researching in our lives. It was quite funny how she thinks she has actually accomplished something in her life though! My god, maybe someone should send her a medal…Is she one of those horrible “save the world” types with no money and believes she is morally superior after she, husband and other friends drink two bottles of wine between the eight of them? I wonder if she knew you worked for the one of the largest FTSE 100 companies and now devote your time to helping out the public sector? Dumb beeeaaatchhh. My god Ian, after visiting her site explaining what was up, I just couldn’t but wonder why you would date someone like that anyway? Boring.

I propose that you hang up the cycling cleats for a bit and visit one of those student escorts that you and Brian so postively “link” with. Otherwise I have found a commentary here which outlines the ground rules for starting a jihad.

In other news, the world according to John O. is f*ing boring. As for being off work sick now for three days my ability to even contemplate daytime tv has dissappeared. ok so Magnum PI is on at noon, but when you have seen all the episodes several times before, what a waste. Instead I have managed to get to the library and do something so old fashioned it is ridiculous. I have started reading again. In America we had this program to encourage reading called “Reading is fundamental”. Now kids being kids, we managed to turn this into “Reading is Fun For Mentals”. Ahhh what can I say about misspent youth.

One of the decisions waying heavily on my mind is whether or not to buy a house and if so, where exactly do I want to live? In 2004 there will be enough funds available via myself and family to buy something in the US, Norway or here. Come to think about it, with a US and Norwegian citizenship I could be daft enough to buy property in any one of 15 countries, but I don’t think France or Turkey (hahaha – remember those “visit Turkey” adverts pre 911?) really appeals. But what the whole thing really boils down to is settling down and not living like a permenent backpacker. I mean, I have lived in four cities in four years. My insecurities about settling down must dissipate soon or my bones will be six feet under without even having an estate to give away to right wing causes. Damn shame that.

Oh by the way Ian, get your reminiscing arse over to PopDex.com so that Spinneyhead can be ranked and viewed against other blogs and events. Don’t ask, just do. You will understand once you visit the site. Also, seeing as the dark overlord is moving house, perhaps he may be interested in one of these? <----You must click on that link as it is the best one of all time!


The road to extinction

Good intentions and half arsed interventions usually end in disaster. In the 1980s the World Wildlife Fund tried to protect rhino populations by suggesting the antlers from the Saiga antelope be used to replace rhino horn in Chinese medicine. All well and good, except they didn’t think of the demand increasing to fit the supply. Most of the male antelopes were killed, leading to a disastrous fertility crash and the possibility of extinction. Full story here


A bicycle made for one and a half

I passed one of these on the way into work with a father and daughter on it. When I have kids I’m getting one for the school run. They have to be hand made, mind.

It’s probably not me, more likely the bike or the road conditions, but my average rolling speed so far this week is 12.9 miles per hour. Considering I’ve been consistently hitting 11.8 since I started, this is quite a spike.


I Got Mail!

So, after realising she’d been busted, Stupid Girl tried to justify herself-

well, after posting that stuff on your website, such nonsense too, what do

you expect?!

look, I’m sorry you are still hung up about me after 8 years, but if you want answers you can have them! :=)

honest ones too.

Then she read my carefully worded assessment of her baiting plan and came back with-

oh, sorry forgot to add – that I was going to be nice and write to you normally after I saw you on Amazon, but then I read your blog and saw the vitriol and realised you thought I was a “stupid bitch” . that was when the gloves came off.

but very funny that you saw my postings! made me laugh! you can’t hide in cyber space.

Which sort of assumes that I hadn’t actually read the thread. I replied, asking if she was a little self obsessed and thanking her for the chance to publicise my site.

I’ll never have to hear from her again.


Life imitating art imitating life

Yesterday Ian posted that he’d read a news story about students working as escorts to earn money and that this was a plotline in a book he wrote. The missing detail is that it was also the subject of an article in the student paper at our old university about 12 years ago (when we were both students there).

If Daz is reading this can he please install some content management software on Ian’s PC and set it to censor any web page or e-mail that mentions his ex. It’s for his own good (and yours too given that he probably hasn’t talked about much else since the e-mail).