( Contains extreme geekiness. Do not read if it will make you think the less of me... )

Well, it looks like I'm going to Rock In The Castle this Saturday. Eddie rang me around 12ish today to see if I was going and if I was would I buy him a ticket too. It also looks like we're gonna be sleeping rough from when it finishes to the first train home, which is about 9.30am. Ah well, it won't be the first time I've had to. There's quite a few bands playing I wouldn't mind seeing. The Wildhearts obviously, Amen, Terrorvision, Jackdaw4, Planet Of Women, Hanoi Rocks, Eighties Matchbox B-line Disaster and the genius Robochrist. Quite why nobody has considered the risks of 5000 pissed up rock knobheads congregating at the top of notoriously dangerous cliff edge is beyond me. There's some sheer drops and high winds at the Castle, people are always dying there. They either just walk of an edge or try climbing down and get picked up by the wind and into the sea or onto the rocks. Death in the name of rock and/or Roll. It's the way to go.

 Next Thursday I'm off to see Paradise Lost, Octavia Sperati and Leave's Eyes at Bradford Rio's. I'll be sure to wear something bright and cheerful for that.

I haven't updated properly in a while. I'm in the middle of writing something I swear. I just can't be arsed finishing things and I;m not really in the mood. So this is just to keep Nadine sweet until I write properly

I picture I drew of some robots

I used to sing this as a kid and for some reason I haven't been able to get it out of my head for months.I get all sad thinking of skimmed knees and tiggy-off-ground

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
I'm going down the garden to eat worms
Long thin skinny ones,
Short fat juicy ones,
Ones that go down with a slurp
 
Bite their heads off, suck the juice out,
Throw the skins away.
Nobody knows how well I thrive
On worms three times a day.

Another thingie stolen from bewitchedmae

Go to your iTunes/media player/WinAmp and put it all on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and after each one press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question.

What do you think of me, iTunes?
Abdoujaparov - Fish Face

Will I have a happy life?
Buck 65 - Sore

What do my friends really think of me?
Half Man Half Biscuit - It's Cliched To Be Cynical At Christmas

Do people secretly lust after me?
Stavesacre - Keep Waiting

How can I make myself happy?
L7 - Shitlist

What should I do with my life?
El Caco - Shine

Why must life be so full of pain?
Ginger - Not Bitter, Just A Little Disappointed

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?
Armored Saint - Pay Dirt

Will I ever have children?
Shard - Buttercup Baby

Will I die happy?
You're Pretty - Nothing Lasts

Can you give me some advice?
Queen Breakthru

What do you think happiness is?
Mr T Experience - My Stupid Life

I;m just piling a load more songs onto my iPod. I did this while I was at it. Stealed from skiescolliding

( If you're so smart explain this, Clarissa )

Last month I bought the first five Preachers. I read them. They were very good.  this Month I bought the last four. Amazon sent them two at a time. That's numbers 6,7,8 and 9. Guess which two of the four they sent me first? Of course it was the last two. I so I sat with two books I couldn't read until I got the other two for about five days, getting crosser and crosser. Anyway, yesterday 6 and 7 arrived to I was able to read all four and much rejoicing was had. Also a bit of moping cos it's quite sad in parts. If you have never read them I suggest you do so. But not if you don't like swearing or God's name being taken in vain. A lot.

 I think the teething problems with my iPod have been sorted out. Things went wrong and a lot of harsh words were said on both sides but we've talked the problems through and I think we're gonna be okay folks. Thanks to shuffle I've been listening to lots of stuff I haven't heard for ages. If nothing else comes from blowing a load of money on something I didn't really need then at least its rekindled my love for Extreme and Ugly Kid Joe. All that's missing now is Skid Row. "We spend our lives on trial, We walk an endless mile. We are the Youth Gone Wild!' Sigh...

 I've had a weekend of highs and lows and both have been Ipod related. While its been working its all very exciting and I've got nearly 4000 songs on it and barely filled a quarter of the space. Listening to it on shuffle has been a  delight and rekindled my fondness for songs I'd forgotten about. HOWEVER. When I first started installing it there was a lot of problems. I spent several hours screaming in frustration and my hand hurts from punching the wall hard enough to leave an impression. The first thing to go wrong was trying to copy the My Music folder to iTunes. After a couple of hours of transferring songs iTunes froze and I lost everything. I don't know how. The second time I wanted to delete a couple of songs that were on twice and had somehow clicked select all and selected all before deleting. Mint. The third thing happened when I left it copying stuff and went to watch Alien Vs Predator (Which is shit by the way) then came back to find the screen saver had frozen and I had to unplug the PC to get it to work.

 Eventually I got it working okay and all copied across but it took a long long time. After that I was happy and caressed my iPod like a cherished lover. And then, like any cherished lover, problems began anew when I introduced it to my mother. See, I don't have my own PC so whenevevr I wanna make CD's for folk I either go to my Dads or my Mums and use theirs. I've got loads of songs on both PC's and wanted them al on my iPod. I stuck int he cd and installed iTunes again. So far so good. started copying songs across and all seemed fine. Hurrah. Then, after about three hours or so I thought I'd copy what I had so far onto the iPod. It then said I had already registered this particular iPod on another PC so would I like to replace what was saved on it with what was on this PC. No I most certainly would not.
 after another hour or so of pissing about I reinstalled it saying it was to be used at work and found I could copy them across but only manually one track or folder at a time. So I set off. 4 1/2 hours later I gave in and decided to sleep. I reached K.

 Today I very excitedly found I could also copy CDs onto at work. Which I will now be doing at great length.
 Now all I need to work out is how to make compilation CD's using songs on my iPod. If you have one and know how PLEASE tell me how and prevent more screamations.

 Also I promised my friend Kitty I would diss her in my livejournal sooo... I can't believe she did that to me. She's such a fucking bitch. She knew how much I liked Alfredo and she, like, made out with him totally on purpose. Like, omfg, where does she get off deliberately upsetting me like that? I am so not sending her a Christmas card this year. For sure.

This is a quiz thing I very excitedly stole off of bewitchedmae . There's a few of these knocking around and as soon as I got the Ipod I was desperate to do them. Yes I know it's a sad little life I lead, I don't need reminding thank you. I got so Excited by this in fact, I did it twice. If you know of any other please let me know so's I can do it. There's a lyricy themed is there not? Gimme.

step one: open itunes or other lesser music player.
step two: put all of your music on random.
step three: write down the first thirty songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing

( First One )

( Second One )

Well, I've had an interesting day. From my point of view, very possibly not yours. Last week I got a call from the bank, they wanted to 'discuss my finances'. In other words give me a kicking for living in my overdraft and going over my limit without fail every single month. I was almost certain they were going to take my debit card off me and, as that meant no more internet shopping, I was very much against that idea.
 I went in at 3 o'clock fearing the worst and emerged an hour and a half later bemused, dazed and feeling suddenly rich.
 see what happened was I opened a new account, transferred all my direct debits and standing orders to go out form that account, got a £1500.00 loan, cancelled my £500 overdraft and stuck £600 of the loan into the new account. Then, and this is the really stupid part, I got a Platinum credit card with a £3000 limit on it. This is the first ever credit card I've had for the not unfounded fear that within a week of getting one I'd be riding through town on horseback wearing a gold weave zoot suit showering the working class filth with alms.

 What I want to know is what kind of respectable establishment gives a man who has repeatedly proven his woeful financial monitorings £4,500? The vindictive bastards. A year from now when I'm up before the judge I shall be claiming negligence on their part.
 I got everything I need to pay paid off and whatnot and, with also just being paid. I've got a modest wad of cash at my disposal. The responsible thing would be to save it. The less responsible but still acceptable thing thing would be to buy new spectamacles as I really need some. And then a top-of-the-range iPod that I want to cart my music around more easily and finally getting another tattoo that I've really wanted since I got my first 7 years ago.
 However. Some of you know me well enough to know exactly what I will do with it. CD's. Lots and lots and lots of CD's. Because I'm an idiot and an addict. As I'm fond of saying, just be thankful I'm not whacking brown up my nostrils and taking pennies from purses. If you want to take advantage of my giddy effluence and beg for stuff do so quickly because in a week I shall be skint.

Stolen from missy_punk 

( Very Exciting Phone Quiz  )

I'm not very well. In fact I think I may be dying. No really... I got a cold at the end of last week, the kind of cold that's really just liquid falling out of your nose constantly. The kind where you wipe your nose so often the tissue gradually takes all the skin off your nostrils and you end up looking like an alcoholic Rudolf.
 After a few days of that it slowly turned into high temperature, a nasty cough and achey ankles. For some reason I can feel my kidneys which isn't normal. Often I find myself hacking so violently up pops some blood which isn't at all good. Still, I'm getting better so It'll be reet.

 I was in the shop on the way home from work last night, looking for something for tea (Pot noodle and a Chocolate Orange. Hurrah!) and there were three lads in, about 12 years old or so. They got caught looking at the rudey magazines. Jazz mags. One handed art pamphlets. The pornographic ones. God knows how they even reached them up there, they're quite high, even for me. Uh, I mean if I ever intended to reach up for a wank mag that is.
The women was giving them a big telling off about the morals of such naughtiness. They were all very embarrassed and one started crying. I was greatly amused.

This is stolen with love from beyonddreams .

 Paint Me A Picture

I've been pissing about with it all evening, here are some of my best/least worst creations...

You're Welcome

Box

Art?

Porn

I should be in San Diego. I should be moaning about how hot it is, refusing to wear sandals or, indeed, shorts and pottering about Comicon either getting cross about people dressed as klingons and excited about people dressed as stormtroopers. I'm not in San Diego, I'm still in York moaning about the heat and feeling sorry for myself for a number of reasons.
 I was planning to go up until a couple of months ago but It would have involved me getting a loan I couldn't really afford and things had looked like sorting themselves out for the better with Kim. I decided it would be for the best if I stayed and spent as much time with her as I could. I was happy things were doing well and didn't want to disappear for 3 weeks and knacker it up. I needn't have bothered as I knackered it up anyway and now I'm back on the market. Only none of the stalls are selling what I want and my money's no good with them anyway. The only one that interested me has gone. And I got short changed. How'd you like them apples?

 So yeah, I got my heart broken again. It's a little annoying because I'd only just managed to fix it from the last time. Life. It's a funny old bastard.

 I made the mistake of going into Borders today. I thought I'd nip in, buy a couple of books for tonight and whatnot. All very pleasant. There was people queueing right out of the door with yon Harry Potter book tucked under their arms and being bolshy about it too. So you're all desperate to buy and read a kiddies book, that's no excuse to shoulder me out of the way in order to buy it 30 seconds faster. I upset quite a few buy picking up a copy flipping to the back and loudly exclaiming "oh my stars, Voldemort's actually his father?!".

 My family are going to the seaside tomorrow. Filey to be exact. It's a great place, all it has is a beach and a crazy golf course. I told my Mum I wasn't going because I'm on night shifts and don't even get home until 6.30am. Then tonight my brother rang to let me know Mum would pick me up at 9am sharp so I had to be ready. But I told her I'm not going I said. She says you have to he replied. So I'm going to the seaside tomorrow. Hurrah.

 I should be in San Diego.

Well, it was the last day of Ascot today. Thank fuck. This entire week has been an unwelcome irritant in my life, although the Queen did go past my house in a horsedrawn carriage twice. Both times I stood watching in the fron window wearing nothing but a pair of raggedy underpants. I hope I got onto television. But honestly, I'm tired of having my life interfered with by men in morning suits and women in giant hats. There's been so much fighting in town, even more than usual. Is this what it's like in proper cities when there's events on? I now feel your pain. I want my sleepy, dull even, little city back.

(sort of) At the behest of: skiescolliding

1. Favourite scent: I don't know. That one the girls all used to wear when I was at school that smells kind of like apples. It my voice go funny. Even funnier than it was anyway at fourteen
2. Favourite way to relax: in my kecks, on my bed with music on very loudly
3. Favourite movie you own: I only have about 10 DVDs so probably: Dog Soldiers
4. Favourite movie you don't already own: everything else
5. Favourite male movie stars: Jean Claude Van Damme rocks my world
6. Favourite female movie stars: I dunno. I'm rubbish at these, sorry.
7. Favourite book genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy. Snark snark.
8. Favourite clothing store: the only place I buy things regularly from is tesco's. That's quite depressing
9. Favourite non-clothing store: Hellraiser Records. They sell CDs. Of the metal variety.
10. Favourite cartoon character: There's so many to choose from. Is Spiderman a cop out? No wait, Rogue from X-men. She's sooo fine. I'd definitely hit that. If she were, y'know, REAL.
11. Favourite CD you own: I honestly couldn't say, there's so many to choose from. It's absolutely NOT Disturbed - The Sickness however...
12. Favourite CD you don't already own: Paul Simon  - Graceland. I've never got round to buying it on CD though I had it on vinyl and cassette. The greatest album ever made I swear.

 My spam is getting impressive just lately. The porn ones are keeping me amused more than angered which is good in a roundabout kind of way. Check out this bad boy:  Re: Horrible Sluts Gteting their hloes pumepd by animals

Good heavens isn't it hot? It's 1am and the office is still like an oven. my collar is soaked with sweat and looks delightful. You really don't want to know about my underpants. I started night shifts tonight and I couldn't have picked a worse one. In one of the dining rooms we have the student nurses end of term ball and in the other? a playboy pool party. Music at both is abysmal and loud enough so I can't play my own. The crazy frog has been on twice. If you see my will to live anywhere I'd appreciate it back.
 For the last two days I've been on a Communications & Conflict Management course which is almost as exciting as it sounds. It's been two days of listening to out boss state the obvious. I have learnt that my normal customer service approach, surly uncooperativeness, is largely frowned upon by both customers and the hierarchy. Preposterous!
 
 Today was the exam which, if you'll pardon my overconfidence, was laughably easy. For a start it was multiple choice and we spent an hour reading the handouts before hand anyway. The exam was for an hour. As soon as we started I read through the whole thing, then ticked my way through the questions leaving out the couple that needed thinking about. I did them. Went over all the questions twice, sat about a bit, went over them again then gave up. 20 minutes had gone by.

 They took a photo of us all just after and you can see the enthusiasm almost dripping of some people. I'm the big fat speccie on the back row tastefully modelling a Megatron T-shirt, of which I am extremely fond. Next to me is Arthur of the magnificent moustache

I need your help. Trying to think of as many Superheroes or Supervillains that don't actually have superpowers. See, Iron Man counts cos he just has a flash suit of armour. I'll update when I get a few more.

Superheroes

Iron Man

Batman

Robin (of Batman fame)

The Green Lantern

The Punisher

Rorshach (From The Watchmen)

Electra

Green Arrow

Hawkeye

Judge Dread

Black Cat (not sure if she has powers or not)

Supervillains

Lex Luthor

The Joker

The Riddler

The Penguin

Doctor Doom (Not sure about this, is all his power in his armour?)

Juggernaut (he gets his power from some amulet and his helmet or some such thing)

The Green Goblin

The Hobgoblin

Doctor Octopus

Kingpin

Red Skull (from Captain America)

Two Face (From Batman)

The Vulture