Not the Title I Wanted
(Note: this was actually my second choice for yesterday's post topic and was partially written last night. I like it and I'm lazy so I've just changed the odd “today” to “yesterday” and gone with it. Also, I wanted to title this post “Yesterday's Enterprise Blog Post” but I can't do formatting on the titles. Truly, a great loss to the world.)
Yesterday was the last day before the school's half-term break. This also means that it was inter-house activities day, a day on which house captains wander around the school, pleading with you to make up the numbers for senior rugby and show pride in the house you were randomly assigned to when you first came to the school. At some point, sports of various different kinds are played.
This is not something that I enjoy. Fortunately, I've worked long and hard at cultivating a reputation as an unsociable and lazy jerk who hates sports in all its forms, so I'm never asked to do anything anymore. All I had to do yesterday, activities-wise, was the inter-house quiz. Which we won and which I provided numerous answers for. While trying to convince various S3-4 brats to shut up so we could here the damn questions.
First period was Computing. Registration in the morning finished a good few minutes early, so I just went up to the common room and played a friend at some variant of Street Fighter II. Managed to KO her right as the bell rang, too.
After that, I had second free and then the quiz. The real fun started after lunch, when the debating was held.
Debating at school is often fairly unbalanced. I always feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to stand up there and champion the right of the government to kick down your door and shoot your dog because you gave a civil servant a funny look. And, of course, we all have to sit on the floor for what is often the better part of two hours.
For some bizarre reason, Sam Potter, a friend of mine, had volunteered to be the questioner for our house and so, when he spilled something on his shirt, he obviously needed a replacement. Since this happened at lunch, right before debating, he needed it fast. He ended up taking mine and I ended up wearing an old t-shirt of his that he happened to have handy.
While I did have a perfectly reasonable and legitimate excuse for wearing it, I didn't particularly want to go out into the school and have to keep explaining it to everybody, so I began to consider simply staying in the common room rather than going to the debating. Skippy (I always say this, but you do remember that Skippy is technically the co-writer of this blog, right?) hadn't wanted to go either and wanted to go into town. I didn't really want to go into town and was a bit apprehensive about dodging the debating but when the time came, we just stayed upstairs when everyone else went to register.
When no one came to get us after ten minutes or so, we realized that no one was really going to and started to relax slightly. And by “relax slightly”, I mean “remember that another friend had brought in his Xbox 360 in anticipation of taking it to a LAN at somebody else's house”. Naturally, we located this fellow's bag, took out the 360, hooked it up to the good TV and played Halo 3 co-op for an hour.
A few people came in during that time but it was only a few members of our class who had done their bit at the debating and decided to take a break to get something to eat. Once it was over and everyone started to filter back in, a few people were surprised that we hadn't gone and most were fairly amused. One person in particular was more annoyed than surprised but, then, we had stolen his Xbox.
Technically, we were supposed to go to our class for last period but no one had there stuff because the debating was supposed to take longer and nobody wanted to go anyway, because we're Sixth Years and it was a class. So we stayed in the common room and had a generally pretty good time, playing Mario Kart and making jokes. One line of mine I feel I must relate, because I'm extremely egotistical. Sam Potter, who was a member of a team and so got a chair at the debating, mockingly asked everyone what it was like sitting on the floor. I replied that I didn't know, since I had been sitting on a sofa.
And that was my day yesterday. I have no idea why I felt the need to write about that. It might have made marginally more sense if I'd actually finished it yesterday, but even then it would have been pretty useless. I guess the point is that I really like days like that, right before the holidays when everyone is relaxed and I can get out of sports, sitting on a wooden floor for an hour and Physics last lesson on a Friday.
A few other notes, before I post this and go to bed at a sensible time so that I don't end up getting out of bed at noon again.
I haven't managed to post a woodle so far today. I may resort to a Stick Guys later or tomorrow, if I can't find the images I need to do a little edited thing.
Another day goes by without an update to Corbett's Fiction. I definitely intend to build up a buffer tomorrow and try to have regular updates starting from Monday. I know, I know, I said that last week. But this is a holiday, at least, so I should have the time.
I finally got round to playing MySims today, having been meaning to since last Saturday when Erin got it. It takes you a little while to get used to the building and design controls, but once you do, you realise just how powerful they can be. I also like how the character creation stuff has been greatly simplified. There's still room for variation, you just don't have to worry about the exact angle at which your Sim's chin meets their neck. I may even post a review of it on here.
Or do a review of it on the VersusCOM podcast, which shall rise from the grave at some point during these holidays. I have declared it, so it must be so.
That's all folks. I'm off to bed. Right after I read some more of the Agony Booth recap of Hudson Hawk.
Yesterday was the last day before the school's half-term break. This also means that it was inter-house activities day, a day on which house captains wander around the school, pleading with you to make up the numbers for senior rugby and show pride in the house you were randomly assigned to when you first came to the school. At some point, sports of various different kinds are played.
This is not something that I enjoy. Fortunately, I've worked long and hard at cultivating a reputation as an unsociable and lazy jerk who hates sports in all its forms, so I'm never asked to do anything anymore. All I had to do yesterday, activities-wise, was the inter-house quiz. Which we won and which I provided numerous answers for. While trying to convince various S3-4 brats to shut up so we could here the damn questions.
First period was Computing. Registration in the morning finished a good few minutes early, so I just went up to the common room and played a friend at some variant of Street Fighter II. Managed to KO her right as the bell rang, too.
After that, I had second free and then the quiz. The real fun started after lunch, when the debating was held.
Debating at school is often fairly unbalanced. I always feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to stand up there and champion the right of the government to kick down your door and shoot your dog because you gave a civil servant a funny look. And, of course, we all have to sit on the floor for what is often the better part of two hours.
For some bizarre reason, Sam Potter, a friend of mine, had volunteered to be the questioner for our house and so, when he spilled something on his shirt, he obviously needed a replacement. Since this happened at lunch, right before debating, he needed it fast. He ended up taking mine and I ended up wearing an old t-shirt of his that he happened to have handy.
While I did have a perfectly reasonable and legitimate excuse for wearing it, I didn't particularly want to go out into the school and have to keep explaining it to everybody, so I began to consider simply staying in the common room rather than going to the debating. Skippy (I always say this, but you do remember that Skippy is technically the co-writer of this blog, right?) hadn't wanted to go either and wanted to go into town. I didn't really want to go into town and was a bit apprehensive about dodging the debating but when the time came, we just stayed upstairs when everyone else went to register.
When no one came to get us after ten minutes or so, we realized that no one was really going to and started to relax slightly. And by “relax slightly”, I mean “remember that another friend had brought in his Xbox 360 in anticipation of taking it to a LAN at somebody else's house”. Naturally, we located this fellow's bag, took out the 360, hooked it up to the good TV and played Halo 3 co-op for an hour.
A few people came in during that time but it was only a few members of our class who had done their bit at the debating and decided to take a break to get something to eat. Once it was over and everyone started to filter back in, a few people were surprised that we hadn't gone and most were fairly amused. One person in particular was more annoyed than surprised but, then, we had stolen his Xbox.
Technically, we were supposed to go to our class for last period but no one had there stuff because the debating was supposed to take longer and nobody wanted to go anyway, because we're Sixth Years and it was a class. So we stayed in the common room and had a generally pretty good time, playing Mario Kart and making jokes. One line of mine I feel I must relate, because I'm extremely egotistical. Sam Potter, who was a member of a team and so got a chair at the debating, mockingly asked everyone what it was like sitting on the floor. I replied that I didn't know, since I had been sitting on a sofa.
And that was my day yesterday. I have no idea why I felt the need to write about that. It might have made marginally more sense if I'd actually finished it yesterday, but even then it would have been pretty useless. I guess the point is that I really like days like that, right before the holidays when everyone is relaxed and I can get out of sports, sitting on a wooden floor for an hour and Physics last lesson on a Friday.
A few other notes, before I post this and go to bed at a sensible time so that I don't end up getting out of bed at noon again.
I haven't managed to post a woodle so far today. I may resort to a Stick Guys later or tomorrow, if I can't find the images I need to do a little edited thing.
Another day goes by without an update to Corbett's Fiction. I definitely intend to build up a buffer tomorrow and try to have regular updates starting from Monday. I know, I know, I said that last week. But this is a holiday, at least, so I should have the time.
I finally got round to playing MySims today, having been meaning to since last Saturday when Erin got it. It takes you a little while to get used to the building and design controls, but once you do, you realise just how powerful they can be. I also like how the character creation stuff has been greatly simplified. There's still room for variation, you just don't have to worry about the exact angle at which your Sim's chin meets their neck. I may even post a review of it on here.
Or do a review of it on the VersusCOM podcast, which shall rise from the grave at some point during these holidays. I have declared it, so it must be so.
That's all folks. I'm off to bed. Right after I read some more of the Agony Booth recap of Hudson Hawk.
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