Too Many Tales for Other Times
For reasons unknown to medical science, physical labour makes my scalp itch like crazy. It's weird.
I've noticed that I have a set routine to my nights now. I'll potter about my computer for a bit, have my shower, have something to eat (I've had a bowl of cereal every night since I was about seven; no, I don't know why) and then, at almost precisely 22:20, I'll sit back down in front of this keyboard and make a start on the nightly blog post.
It's kind of a depressing routine, to be honest, but one that should be broken when the holidays end and I return to school on Tuesday. Of course, that in itself is equally depressing. Since I like making lists, here's one of things that I need to do before Tuesday:
1. Post tonight's woodle.
2. Pack my school bag.
3. Dig out my school uniform from the recesses of my wardrobe. Finding my shoes may require an expeditionary team.
4. Double check that I have no holiday homework to panic about at the last minute and then discover that no one else has done anyway.
5. Cry myself to sleep on Monday.
I think that just about covers everything. In other news, I finally did some proper gaming on my new TV, having hooked up TimeSplitters Future Perfect in order to check what the winning multiplayer screens said, for a story I was briefly writing. As always happens when I'm playing TimeSplitters, I felt compelled to play the single player for a while, also giving me the chance to use widescreen settings and such for the first time. I love my TV. I also love TimeSplitters, but that's a story for another time.
I was browsing TVTropes when I came across the Nightmare Fuel trope, about unintentionally scary stuff in children's shows, and a link to this YouTube video. Creepiest. Thing. Ever. With some homosexual imagery thrown in to boot. Or maybe that's just my twisted imagination, judge for yourself.
I'm just considering writing a post about all the crap that corporations think they can get away with and which is subsequently, and rapidly, discovered by the entire internet. When will they learn? But I'll save that for another time. As well as my ranting about video game industry "analysts".
I expect that tomorrow will be a post full of reminiscing about the summer holidays and thinking about going back to school. Or maybe it won't be. Either way, don't expect much on Monday since I'll probably be spending the time crafting a report for the MacTake on my visit to the Glasgow Apple Store and, with any luck, my shiny new keyboard.
I still have to post today's woodle after this and then get to bed (no more waking up at half past eleven for me) so I'll wrap things up here and now. Have a nice day.
I've noticed that I have a set routine to my nights now. I'll potter about my computer for a bit, have my shower, have something to eat (I've had a bowl of cereal every night since I was about seven; no, I don't know why) and then, at almost precisely 22:20, I'll sit back down in front of this keyboard and make a start on the nightly blog post.
It's kind of a depressing routine, to be honest, but one that should be broken when the holidays end and I return to school on Tuesday. Of course, that in itself is equally depressing. Since I like making lists, here's one of things that I need to do before Tuesday:
1. Post tonight's woodle.
2. Pack my school bag.
3. Dig out my school uniform from the recesses of my wardrobe. Finding my shoes may require an expeditionary team.
4. Double check that I have no holiday homework to panic about at the last minute and then discover that no one else has done anyway.
5. Cry myself to sleep on Monday.
I think that just about covers everything. In other news, I finally did some proper gaming on my new TV, having hooked up TimeSplitters Future Perfect in order to check what the winning multiplayer screens said, for a story I was briefly writing. As always happens when I'm playing TimeSplitters, I felt compelled to play the single player for a while, also giving me the chance to use widescreen settings and such for the first time. I love my TV. I also love TimeSplitters, but that's a story for another time.
I was browsing TVTropes when I came across the Nightmare Fuel trope, about unintentionally scary stuff in children's shows, and a link to this YouTube video. Creepiest. Thing. Ever. With some homosexual imagery thrown in to boot. Or maybe that's just my twisted imagination, judge for yourself.
I'm just considering writing a post about all the crap that corporations think they can get away with and which is subsequently, and rapidly, discovered by the entire internet. When will they learn? But I'll save that for another time. As well as my ranting about video game industry "analysts".
I expect that tomorrow will be a post full of reminiscing about the summer holidays and thinking about going back to school. Or maybe it won't be. Either way, don't expect much on Monday since I'll probably be spending the time crafting a report for the MacTake on my visit to the Glasgow Apple Store and, with any luck, my shiny new keyboard.
I still have to post today's woodle after this and then get to bed (no more waking up at half past eleven for me) so I'll wrap things up here and now. Have a nice day.
posted by Alasdair Corbett at
11:20 PM
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