Nerdkiller
Membeur
So...did anyone watch the Top Gear finale? I'm currently going through it right now.
I'm so fucking zen right now. I am the electric lizard boogaloo eating its own tail with chopsticks and a glass of God's own lemonade. I am made of stars and I can see through time.
I'm beyond petty human endeavours such as ratings and weekends and Top Gear.
Morning all.
Rate your weekend out of 9 please
I'm gonna go with a 5/9
No fractions or decimals pls
What is your name?
In my late teens and early twenties I was the self-appointed High Queen of Fuck and then in my mid twenties coming out binge I became Madame Du Poop.
7/9. Had a lovely lamb roast, Saturday night drinks and a good swim. I like a nice weekend swim.
I walk between the raindrops. Crows fly from my head whenever I doff my hat. I live between the cracks in the pavement. Everyone in the world is on drugs but me. I am Batman.
I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.
Those are pretty high falutin titles you had there, missy!
So...did anyone watch the Top Gear finale? I'm currently going through it right now.
I already warned you, they're my band. Back off.
So weird that they've got #1 album
Level 27 in destiny, I've been playing for three days now and I feel like this has been a bad idea as I find it impossible to leave the TV and xbox alone for too long
They're no.2. Florence sold 528 more albums than them.
4/9
Was working night shifts which were pretty boring but I found that I can cycle to work with my joystick in my bag so that meant I got to play Elite: Dangerous for 12 hours straight one night.
Apart from that not much else happened. Housemate went on a binge at Pride so I didn't see her at all, which sucks because the last time I did see her I was a drunken mess and kept her awake by talking really loudly with my brother. My fiancee was off doing her karaoke hosting so I barely got to talk to her either. And working night shifts over a weekend when all your mates are off doing awesome things and you have to sit around and see pictures pop up on Facebook whilst you're figuratively crying into your Hovis is pretty rubbish.
Love the name, Sploat! Might help those folk who think my name has a U after the Q And I'd totally add you on FB if you're ok with the occasional post about how much I love Saturday Kitchen.
At least you're admitting the likely origin of the bike. I told a friend who got a brand new looking bike off craigslist for cheap that 99% chance it was stolen and he refused to aknowledge it.
Also I may regret this but I'd like to know what you mean by zonal heating in the context of coal distribution.
Love the name, Sploat! Might help those folk who think my name has a U after the Q And I'd totally add you on FB if you're ok with the occasional post about how much I love Saturday Kitchen.
Morning all.
Rate your weekend out of 9 please
I'm gonna go with a 5/9
No fractions or decimals pls
Morning all.
Rate your weekend out of 9 please
I'm gonna go with a 5/9
No fractions or decimals pls
-1/9
My phone got stolen
I met friends for dinner after work on Friday. Between walking from the restaurant to the station some fucker had taken my phone out of my rucksack. Bastards.
I feel like I've lost a limb. My whole life was on that phone.
I've bought a cheap tesco mobile for now, but with no insurance it looks like I'm going to have to pay full whack for a new phone. I'm going to give it a couple of weeks in the vain hope it might turn up, but I'm being realistic about that probability.
Fuckers. I spent most of yesterday trawling ebay and gumtree looking for it.
Mine was a solid 9.
Went down to Devon with a dozen or so mateys. We stayed in a big ole farm house with a full size snooker table, jacuzzi hot tub and a good stash of board games.
On Saturday we went to the beach, played frisbee and volleyball, dug a hole that was at least three feet deep, went for a swim and threw dead jellyfish at one another. I burned in the sun the way only a true white devil can. A barbecue was had in the evening upon our return, and after meat and wine we got wankered on wacky tobaccy in the hot tub and apparently all got naked.
Sunday was hungover hiking day. There was picturesque scenery, perilous rocks to scramble upon and goats to mock. This was more physically and spiritually demanding as a day but still a good time was had.
All in all, a ridiculous amount of alcohol was consumed and hours of collective Christopher Walken impressions were delivered, it was ferociously good.
There's no way to say this without sounding melodramatic but I think I had such a good time that reality just hit me like a ton of bricks today. Today really was like a 2/9, one of the worst days of my life, only a few times in my life have I experienced such depression and dread. The grim reality of going back to work, along with the scant four hours of nightmare riddled sleep (nightmares of car crashes on country roads) I got before rising at six today left me in a sorry state, like a trembling newborn deer trying to walk, but sadder. Part of that was also down to a toxic cocktail of insecurities that came from nowhere as soon as I got home yesterday... speaking plainly, I think I got my heart broken, if but delicately and perhaps mostly in my imagination.
All of which leads me to the realization that I need to get a relationship going ASAP, this forever alone bullshit needs to end.
My wife just said she's getting me a PS4 for my birthday. I married well.
Mine was a solid 9.
Went down to Devon with a dozen or so mateys. We stayed in a big ole farm house with a full size snooker table, jacuzzi hot tub and a good stash of board games.
On Saturday we went to the beach, played frisbee and volleyball, dug a hole that was at least three feet deep, went for a swim and threw dead jellyfish at one another. I burned in the sun the way only a true white devil can. A barbecue was had in the evening upon our return, and after meat and wine we got wankered on wacky tobaccy in the hot tub and apparently all got naked.
Sunday was hungover hiking day. There was picturesque scenery, perilous rocks to scramble upon and goats to mock. This was more physically and spiritually demanding as a day but still a good time was had.
All in all, a ridiculous amount of alcohol was consumed and hours of collective Christopher Walken impressions were delivered, it was ferociously good.
There's no way to say this without sounding melodramatic but I think I had such a good time that reality just hit me like a ton of bricks today. Today really was like a 2/9, one of the worst days of my life, only a few times in my life have I experienced such depression and dread. The grim reality of going back to work, along with the scant four hours of nightmare riddled sleep (nightmares of car crashes on country roads) I got before rising at six today left me in a sorry state, like a trembling newborn deer trying to walk, but sadder. Part of that was also down to a toxic cocktail of insecurities that came from nowhere as soon as I got home yesterday... speaking plainly, I think I got my heart broken, if but delicately and perhaps mostly in my imagination.
All of which leads me to the realization that I need to get a relationship going ASAP, this forever alone bullshit needs to end.
Fuck me it's hot today, I'm going to be sweating like a mofo at work. Curse these stupid redhead genes!
Can't stand it. I really don't do well with heat at all, which is making me dread my future brother-in-law's wedding in Cyrpus next month. No one wants a giant, sweaty mess in their wedding photos, right?
I'm getting dragged off to watch cricket later on today too with my brother and dad. They're both really into it but I've never been one for team sports, but at least I'll be getting lagered up in the sunshine with the family so I'm kinda looking forward to it.
Hooray!
Does this mean that er we might end up in a party chat one day?
I'm kind of worried about the fate of the universe, you see.
Part of the deal to to get the PS4 involves me cutting out my tongue.
Part of the deal to to get the PS4 involves me cutting out my tongue.
Can't stand it. I really don't do well with heat at all, which is making me dread my future brother-in-law's wedding in Cyrpus next month. No one wants a giant, sweaty mess in their wedding photos, right?
I'm getting dragged off to watch cricket later on today too with my brother and dad. They're both really into it but I've never been one for team sports, but at least I'll be getting lagered up in the sunshine with the family so I'm kinda looking forward to it.
Who's playing?
Your wife is a smart lady. Sometimes I wish I had a spare tongue.
You'd know this if you actually friended me on Facebook (as would you all, yes Facebook is my current thing now yes blah) but...
I'd like to hereby extend an invite to all members of BritGAF who feel they have had enough of bending to the whims of the sun. The "Persistent Winter Society" or "PWS" was established on Tuesday 30 June 2015 ("Founder's Day") in order to form an allied front against the tyranny of the Summer season and its incessant demands on us to "Go out and get some sun yay!", "Isn't it lovely out yay!" and "oooh it's such a nice day yay!".
The PWS believes that:
- one should continue dressing for winter during summer as a show of proud defiance
- one should "come out" and speak proudly and publicly about preferring winter to summer
- one should acknowledge that aside from Christmas, so-called "nice weather" is one of the greatest killers humankind has ever known - just look at Ethiopia
- one should at all times promote winter as not just a state of season but a state of mind and being
Join today! The PWS is calling YOU
You'd know this if you actually friended me on Facebook (as would you all, yes Facebook is my current thing now yes blah) but...
I'd like to hereby extend an invite to all members of BritGAF who feel they have had enough of bending to the whims of the sun. The "Persistent Winter Society" or "PWS" was established on Tuesday 30 June 2015 ("Founder's Day") in order to form an allied front against the tyranny of the Summer season and its incessant demands on us to "Go out and get some sun yay!", "Isn't it lovely out yay!" and "oooh it's such a nice day yay!".
The PWS believes that:
- one should continue dressing for winter during summer as a show of proud defiance
- one should "come out" and speak proudly and publicly about preferring winter to summer
- one should acknowledge that aside from Christmas, so-called "nice weather" is one of the greatest killers humankind has ever known - just look at Ethiopia
- one should at all times promote winter as not just a state of season but a state of mind and being
Join today! The PWS is calling YOU
The family got together yesterday, squabbles aside, to celebrate three birthdays, my sister's, my niece's, and my secondary birthday, which must have been lovely for my mum, whereas for me it's kinda tough going: as soon as you get up, you've lost your seat, now stand till the next person makes that same mistake!
#bigfamilytroubles
#onyourfeetloseyourseat
31 degrees in Manchester, bloody hell. We're going on a trip to Chester Zoo tomorrow after it's cooled down, there's supposed to be a storm on the way.
Isn't that bad for her too?
She'll probably hook it up to a car battery or saink.