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It's Hip to be Square.
First printed review time! This 'review' is for my game, "The Square
Game", printed in Computer Center (unsure of country, don't think it's
British) magazine. Anyway, should anybody have a copy of this review, let me
know please? Anyway, this review found today must be the first English
non-submitted by me review, found at http://www.athomewithyourpc.com.
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It’s Hip to Be Square |
| For a different
takes on puzzles, try the Square Game, a strategy game in which
you have to knock out all the squares and make it to the exit–all
within a strict time limit. It’s trickier than it sounds! |
Square Game
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a friend |
See? It's a rave! Anyway, what are you waiting for? Get it now!
Laters
Rhys
What a disappointment. Sure, it's playable, and is still good fun. However,
comparing the songs to the Dance Dance Revolution 5th Mix, it doesn't come even
close. There are a few gooduns, but none fantastic. Also, a lot of songs were on
the first one. All in all, 7/10. Good, but not great. Friday I got a big shock. My brother (who has the musical taste of F*etcher (ie.
terrible) :D) has bought the Avril Lavigne album "Let Go", and it is
bloody fantastic. Not Alanis Morisette standard (to be honest, she's nothing
like her) but still amazing. Sk8tr Boi is my personal favourite track, as are some of the
later, melodic tracks. Plus she's gorgeous, and, amazingly, has some (sort of) weblog
going, although there isn't much in it, it's a nice touch, however, not as
good as this very site :). I've started Christmas shopping! Yep, today I bought my first present for a
family member (Rick). As a poor student, I understand that I should shop cheap.
And it was cheap. Brilliant idea (I may just keep it myself), and I know he'll
love it. Right I'm off to play Popcap's
Psychobabble. Bloody good fun. Best word game since Acrophobia. I don't think I'll be able to write too much this week, as I have loads of work to do (what? work? In uni? Get outta here). Stay True Rhys
Oh ho that's disappointing....
Oh Dear....
For those of you who know me, they know that one of my (fairly) secret
talents is my uncanny ability to throw about my shade under 180lbs frame around
on the old "Dance Dance Revolution" video arcade game. Over the past
three years, I have developed quite a talent for this game, and I love the game.
It was with eager anticipation that in Paignton over the summer I saw the poster
advertising "Dancing Stage Euromix 2". Oh. My. God. Sure enough, in
the Dancing Stage capital of Britain, Rhyl, there it was, standing there, today.
Student budget or not, I had to play it.
Oh Baby....
Oh what a night...
Another picture from last night, for the pure and simple reason as that we cannot get enough ;)
Oh. Fucking. Hell. 2-1 to the "Sheep Shaggers". To
the minority (and I do mean "minority") of
Welshies here in Liverpool last night was fucking incredible. Two
fucking one. This leaves us in a fantastic position and chance
for qualifying for Euro 2004. Two points ahead with a game in
hand. Now, I am not being cocky, but I kind of fancy our chances.
We can go to Italy and lose, and Yugoslavia and draw, and still
get through. It's great. However, we will not plan for the
future. We live for now, and now we're a'r ben y byd. We are on
top of a difficult, unpredictable, group. And, by god, our
chances of winning have improved considerably. Today, I have been literally walking around displaying the kind of arrogence we have come to expect from the English. Oh, the irony.
This week has been an incredible week. What with Monday night, getting paid, Wales winning and a large proportion of my work done, it's fantastic. For the first time since I've got here, I believe what Aunty Meryl has written on my card, in that "University days are the best days of your life". I haven't really had any downs (except from my bet on all the home nations winning falling through. Thanks a lot England..) this week, and it has showed. This week, I have been really hyperactive. Some may say embarrassing, some may say it's the real me. Naturally, I am kinda hypo. I jump about my room playing air guitar whenever a song I love comes on the radio, I sing, I (try to) dance, just when I go out, I kinda go all sorta shy. However, and I have no idea why, but I have been on a bit of a roll, and therefore I have finally come out of my shell here in university, and now I have, it's an incredible ride.
Tomorrow, I have a few things to buy, these are the following:-
- Wales flag
- Wales shirt
- Paper (to read about the quality outcomes)
- Wales memorabilea.
HOWEY THE LADS!
Quote of the day:-
"That's not a window, that's a fucking avalanche"
- Brummie James (the only Englishman it seemed who watched the Wales game)
Keep it real Boyo's
Rhys
**NOTE: Please note I am not trying to promote racism, or being racist myself. I wanted England to win last night, as a lot of my friends and family are English. But, just once in a while, it's nice to see one of the minor nations grab the headlines for a change. I don't mind England, the English, or any part of England. I don't mind the football team. Just sometimes, I like to see them get humiliated. It's not racism, just a rivalry, like Spain-France, Canada-United States etc.
Pictures Talk 1000 Words
Get in there my son
Passage To Manhood
Well, studenthood anyway. For the first time since I've been
here, I've eaten tinned crap. Cheap, tinned, crap. Oh well, nice
to know before my £550k a year job I live in the gutter for a
few years. Hell, I am happy, I guess..Anyway, Asda does good
work!
Yesterday it was Double Vision, and it was a brilliant night. Goz and myself went to the James Brown bar (commonly referred to JB's), which became known as "The Indie Room", then "The Room with Oasis and similar shit", then "The Room with good music on" then "Fuck All Rooms, this is fucking fantastic" at various stages [of drunkeness] during the night. It was good, fantastic music, although me and my belt were losing a war with gravity for most of the night. There was a live band also, and although they were nothing to write home about, they were listenable to.
My rooms a tip. One thing I am not (just look at my writing) is too clean. Sure, I am clean enough to be hygienic and my rooms habitable, it's mainly my totally unorganised drawers full of letters, walkmen, expired vouchers, club fliers, pizza menus, paracetamol, underwear, food, beer etc. My desk isn't much better. And I complain I don't recieve any mail.
Only one day to go until the showdown. The irresistable force vs. the immovable object. Wales vs. Italy, in Cardiff. In one corner, Italy, the irresistable force (although decidedly weakened with a number of first teamers out), former multi time World Cup Winners. In the other corner, Wales, unbeaten for 13 months, with the opponants the like of Argentina and Germany. This is going to be good to watch.
Or so I thought.
Why the fuck is England vs. Macedonia being shown by the BBC? Sure it is the "BRITISH Broadcasting Corperation"? England are going to qualify (relatively) comfortably, if not first definitely second in their group. Wales are the underdogs who might, just might, qualify for the European Championships.
Oh well, readjust the areal to S4C methinks
Rhys
What a difference a day makes
Intruder Alert 2: A game that shouldn't
really of been made, but I'm glad it's here
Yesterday, I said in no uncertain terms, that I preferred Java to Blitz.
Today, and lo and behold, I have a brand new Blitz game! Yes, Intruder Alert 2
is sequel to Intruder Alert (another one of my games) and the series are classic
games with the roles reversed. In Intruder Alert you played a ghost and you had
to stop Pac-men invading your home. In this one, you play a lone space invader
who survived an attack, and all your species were wiped out. You've come back
for revenge.
You
may look at this game and think "Oh, it's crap, look at the graphics",
the answer being "it's supposed to be". I have entered it for the 8
Bit Game Competition on Blitzcoder, in order to win a smart prize, a C64! Why
Krylar (the guy who runs it) wants to give it away is completely not my
business, but major kudos in doing so! Not that I've got a hope in hell of
winning it.
Anyway, as someone who had a C64, I never made any games for it, which is such a shame, as those who did were very famous in the circle. As a previous discussion on Blitzcoder revealed a programmer on the Atari ST, and I bought one of his games. People are known for their games, and I can name of the top of my head certain programmers for the C64 and their games. I missed all that. Such a shame. I was only 10 at the time.
Anyway I am glad I made IA2, it was good fun, and it is no way finished yet....
Live long and Prosper
Rhys
C:\>
The stuff old school dreams are made of...
Weird isn't it? You spend all your time working in Windows, and how
"User Friendly" it all is, and sometimes you don't want it easy, you
want to go back in time, back to DOS. Why, I cannot explain, but after all my
achievements programming in Blitz, I am thoroughly enjoying programming in DOS.
As I said, I cannot explain it. Probably the same reason Noel installed a
version of Windows alongside his XP version so he could play half his games
again. I love DOS, it's weird, but it's great. I suppose it's a little like what
computers are perceived in Hollywood, as big large un-user-friendly things that
only techno-nerds and one attractive female can make head or tail out of.
Although I can hardly program my way out of a wet paper bag in JAVA at the
moment, I feel as though I am "more at one" than when I was
programming in Blitz. No disrespect to the Blitz guys, they've got more
important things to worry about, such as making quality games (and believe me,
some are excellent), just I feel more comfortable in Java.
Right, enough geeky stuff, you can wake up now.
I haven't written for a few days for the pure + simple reason I couldn't be arsed. Thursday I went out to Walkabout (which absolutely rules as far as I am concerned) and on Friday it was Llandudno Weathers once again. Yes, I am home for the weekend. I'm happy here at weekends, so I don't mind coming home. Anyway, that's all I want to say today, so I'll be off.
Seeing You Soon
Rhys
Oh my God....
If you missed a post about Monday night, sorry, just that I
cannot remember too much about it. So use your imagination.
Yesterday was a simple 6 hours worth of
lectures day, even if I did fall asleep through the
Anyway, we hit the D+R bar, and it was kareoke. After last weeks dissappointment, I was (not very) determined to do my "Drugs don't work". However, I was to be persuaded. Unfortunately, the CD broke, so I decided to do Travis' "Why does it always Rain on Me?". I was shit. I really sucked. A few people said I wasn't bad, but I thought I was terrible. In any rate, I'd probably do it again. Anyway, I alienated Fletch by shouting "hunchback" quite a bit.
Speaking about Fletch, I know you'll read this, and I know how much you love being in my blog, so, just for you, there'll be a post all about you later on ;).
In the end, we went onto RSVP, and, I had even more compliments about my singing (okay, only two, but one was quite nice looking). It's compliments like that that keep me singing, whether you'd like it or not.
It was in RSVP however where I saw Everton [injury] legend Duncan Ferguson, and relatively famous Evertonian Alan Stubbs. Anyway, I didn't say much to him (as a staunch Manchester United fan, yeah, sue me), in fact, I didn't say owt. But I saw him. So I feel now it is time for an updated famous person league that I've met.
| Pos | Name | Met in | Interaction |
| 1. | Bill Clinton | London, Downing Street | Shook my hand (get in!) |
| 2. | Tony Blair | London, Downing Street | None |
| 3. | Duncan Ferguson | RSVP, Liverpool | None |
| 4. | Chris Moyles | Paignton | None |
| 5. | Roy "What's Mr Chips doing?" Walker | Marks + Spencers, Llandudno | Spoke to me + my mum |
| 6. | Alan Stubbs | RSVP, Liverpool | None |
So there you have it, a top 3 position on my "Famous People" messageboard. It's about the only top 3 position that anything associated with Everton is going to get this season. Alan Stubbs finishing there also, in a more dissappointing, more like Everton, bottom. Anyway, what really suprised me was that he was drinking like a fish and smoking like a chimney. it suprised Fl*tcher (who had a drunken death wish by chanting 3-0 over and over in front of his face) also.
I think I'll give Mr. Moyes a call.
Kindest....summit or other
Rhys
The Day(s) we caught the train....
To be honest, when people complain about the trains, I am
not one of them. Usually the trains are okay (apart from one
instance where I was stuck at Chester station for 45 minutes for
no apparent reason. when I had the recently purchased "Final
Fantasy VII" burning a hole in my rucksack), and no major
delays....until today (you'd think I'd start a post like that
without majorly flaming the rail network).
It was okay up until Chester, one stop really for a few minutes, but nothing to complain about. However, on the Merseyrail train to Liverpool Lime Street, we came to an abrupt halt outside Rock Ferry. No explination why, just did. We stayed like that for quarter of an hour, when we started moving again. No big deal. One station later, approaching Green Lane, we stopped again. Okay, this is getting annoying. We stopped for about three quarters of an hour, with little explination except for a "Train Failure" outside Hamilton Square. In the end, we moved, albeit very slowly, into Birkenhead Station, another half hour passed. Any remote chance of me getting my 9:00 ELEC101 Digital Electronics went out the window, as it was now 9:00, and still a few stops away. We remained in Birkenhead Central for another half hour, when over the PA system it was announced that there would be a "Curteosy Bus" to all those wishing to get to James Street. Hmm, not Lime Street, but hell, it'll have to do. I got off. Only then did I realise that we weren't the only people disrupted by the dodgy train.
I walked out into the centre of Birkenhead (don't ask me why, but it reminded me of Rhyl), and there must of been at least 500 people waiting for a bus, must of been closer to 1000 mind, and I was at the back of the queue. There was one bus every hour, a standard double decker. You do the maths.
In the end, I walked off into Birkenhead city centre, where there were a queue of about 10 or 15 buses, all heading to Liverpool Bus Station, good enough, and better than James Street. So I got on it. Sure enough, it took me to my destination, although I had missed my tutorial.
Train Colwyn Bay to Liverpool (average)
= 1 1/2 hours.
Train Colwyn Bay to Liverpool (today) = 4 1/2 hours.
You read that? 4 and a half hours! That's over a sixth of my day, wasted. If I don't wake up tomorrow morning and God asks me what I spent my last day on this earth doing. I won't be spending time with my family, or friends, or a 24 hour sex/drinking session. Oh no, I am going to say "I was sitting on a train". Mazdas.
Anyway, needless to say, I wasn't really too focused today, and spent most of the day pen dissecting. Anyway, the only lesson I attended today was Basic Engineering Analysis (or, rather humoursly, shortened to "Basic Eng Anal" on my timetable), which I have done before (think GCSE Maths, and you are half way there).
Finally, a few days ago I complained that how my post is always marked "Miss R Wynn". Anyway, just so happens to be a Miss Rosemary Wynn from Abertawe in this hall, that has been moved from Carnatic (another hall catering for UofL), so therefore isn't on the halls records.In any rate, I have been opening her (junk) mail for her. Bugger. Oh well, I screw up, so sue me.
Keep on Rocking
Rhys
Breaking the Language Barrier....
This is going to be a constantly referred to post, as my trawl through the
dialect changes between home and uni is ever increasing. Any interesting words I
come across will be placed in this table. I thank you.
| UofL Word | Meaning | Where I heard it | Closest CB alternative |
| "Talent" | Members of the opposite sex . | Read it in the "Be Streetsafe" book we got, about contraception | Dunno, probably Nigel's "Jack and Danny" (cockney rhyming slang) |
| "Cheese" | Music that is so bad it's good. | A lot of the clubs play the sort of music, and they advertise it because of it. | None, Broadway doesn't "do" cheese |
| "Giraffe" | Laugh (again, cockney rhyming slang) | Actually, Nigel + Jace used this quite a lot, but I have heard it used by quite a lot of people here. | Giraffe, I suppose |
Also, I have had the grand total of 2 emails asking about the sprites. Yes, I did make them! It was due to me starting a 2D Graphics section in Multimedia section of work in Uni, so I'd thought I'd practice. It looks pretty good, don't you think?
Keep it real
Rhys
Cruel
Fate, why does thou mock me?
It's weird how you miss things, and how attitudes change once something is
no longer with us. Then, strike just to prove that you cannot forget, you
mustn't forget.....
Okay, I've lost it you must think, but let me explain.
When in Liverpool, I miss lots of things. I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss my computer, I miss home life, I miss TV, I miss my electric guitar, I miss the area. However, one thing most notable by it's absence in Liverpool is seagulls, especially in the city, and especially near the guild. Anyway, I have lowered my guard. Burgers, salads, sandwiches, chocolate, everything I have learnt to eat without it's wrapping. Why? Because the bloody seagulls are nowhere to be seen.
Until today, Llandudno, the seagull capital of the world. More seagulls per square metre than oxygen particles (hey, don't quote me on that, I assume it). In any rate, I had purchased a BK hamburger (which isn't a patch on the burgers from the shop outside the guild, but the BK ones don't sit on my stomach), when all of a sudden a big, white, monstrosity lurched down onto my shoulder, and took a bite out of my burger. The bastard! I dropped the burger, and got a glimpse of the crippled piece of meat sandwich before the said vermin took it in it's beak and flew off into the sunset. I don't think it was the said seagull I have had past troubles with, but even so, they're all cut from the same cloth. All I know that I will get them all, eventually, on a good day, with a bit of luck. If I was made undisputed god of all things for all eternity tomorrow, I would make the seagull population extinct. Just cos I can.
Live the dream
Rhys
About
this site
You see, being a blog, you write about stuff and it's varied. However, when Google,
MSN, Lycos
and Yahoo come crawling to
you, begging on their knees to include you in their search engines, they trawl
through all the text on all my archives, and should they find any word when John
Q. Public searches for what ever he's interested in. While I do appreciate all
the visitors, I do think that searching for stuff is annoying, and it turning
out not to be there. So, this post is showing what we have, and have not.
We Have....
- An 18 year old rambling on how crap life is, and how he's perfect
- Fun graphics of the author to further fuel his ego.
- Sometimes links to quality sites.
We do NOT have...
- Mobile Phone Ringtones
- Lesbians kissing on video
- Message boards
- Information on Llandudno and The Litten Tree.
- ACDC Drum Beats
So if you are looking for them, you have come to the wrong place, sorry. Stay a while, put your feet up, and have a paned. Hell, you might actually like this place.
Keep it real.
Rhys
Incredible.....
Popstars, for all it's worth, is crap. Crap crap crap crap crap. However,
due to the fact that I am not at uni at the moment, I am at home, which
means that three of us (mainly) have to share the Internet. Tonight, Aled was on
Counter Strike, which meant I had to take my 330ml widget including can of
Worthingtons into the lounge, and see, once again, what all this pop idol crap
was all about.
It was crap, as beforehand was this excellent girl on Stars in their Eyes kids who WAS talented, who COULD sing. To try and emulate the now no longer with us Eva Cassidy's angelic voice is nigh on impossible, but by god this girl came incredibly close, and being second to her is no mean feat. She was good, really good.
The good thing is however she won't fade into obscurity, she may not as be as big as the hyper-emotional nobodies on the Popstars programme, but she will have more staying power, be it in the charts or on the stage (I think Matthew Kelly said that she was auditioning for the lead part on "Whistle Down the Wind"). Anyway, in my book (and yes, this is the closest thing I'm going to get to writing a book) she good, popstars bad. End of story.
Anyway, back to the point, I was watching it with my mum, and she seemed to predict whether if one of the talent-less wannabes were or were not going into the house, no, not by quality of voice (because, lets face it, they ARE making a pop band here, heaven forbid someone with talent getting pushed down our throats), but by the type of door they had. Below is a table of what door types people had, and which ones were "successful".
GOOD (Successful, going to be everywhere we turn come Christmas)
- PVC
- Double Glazing
- Beveled Glass
- Windows divided by metal/plastic strips
- Coloured Centerpiece
BAD (Unsuccessful, going to go hysterical, leave, and get a proper job)
- Glass windows
- Frosted Windows
- Wooden or metal doors
- Single Glazed
And sure enough, it worked! So, anybody who says that Messer's Waterman, Halliwell, and t'other one can recognise talent please, show them this web page, as I do believe the final 10 are decided by the quality of they doors.
Enough of the experiment.
Rhys
An Appeal
Viewing my blog, even if it is fantastic (which it isn't), I notice it is
very text heavy. If ANYBODY has got any sites etc. where I can get the
following:-
- Pictures
- Cartoons
- Graphics
- Webrings
You know, the usual crap people put on blogs. I remembered a site where you created your own "Trooper", but I found that has shut down :(. So any sites so I can find crap, please comment this post.
Muchos Gracias Mateys
Rhys
Because
We Need Each Other....
Hiya! Yes, I'm back home in the lovely town of Colwyn Bay, for the weekend.
Last night I went out with Wiz, Natalie and Sian to Llandudno, first Weathers,
then The Buzz Club. The Buzz Club is the other nightclub in Llandudno, which
many people rate below Broadway. However, looking at it, and due to it being
cheaper, cleaner and better music, I have to say that maybe (for me) that The
Buzz is better than old Broadway. Sorry, I know a lot of people who
disagree with me. But Broadway is nowhere near as good as the Buzz.
Either way, Blakes, RSVP, Walkabout and most clubs in Liverpool shite over both of them from a great distance.
One thing I have noticed about the Bay is there are a lot of banners about. Apparently, Colwyn Bay has won "Wales In Bloom", come again? Did the judges actually visit the place? It's a dump! Good god almighty, Llandudno is attractive, Bangor aint bad, and when you look at places like Conwy and Beddgelert, they are very attractive. I kind of wonder what towns entered. Probably us, Rhyl and Penmaenmawr, as maybe, just maybe, we'd win then, but it is a dump. I can't understand it, how the bleeding hell did we win. I'd love to take the judges down Greenfield road, where the only plants growing are mold, and maybe a couple of cannabis plants (hell, I'm speculating here, don't hold me on that). But that's it. Oh, the world baffles me.
One more thing, my 16 year old brother Richard inexplicably, and took me by suprise, announced he is coming up for a few nights in half term week. So that should be interesting. Major piss up time is upon us!
Anyway I'm off for a bit, so I'll be around, maybe a post tomorrow, or later tonight.
Laters
Rhys
Ever get the felling of dejá vu?
Yesterday was supposed to be a quiet night for me. However,
it wasn't. I suppose that since I slept in the afternoon I could
go out. So I did. I went with Debs, Jim and Andy to the Athletic
Union's "Tarts and Vicars" party (yes, the same one
that was in Bridget Jones' Diary). Now, despite the fact that I
am neither Althletic or in a Union, I didn't really belong. Also,
as it was on a whim, I strutted out in my Brazil shirt, tracksuit
bottoms and trainers in a desperate attempt to look athletic.
Unfortunately for our quartet, we seemed to be the only ones who
looked athletic. Everybody else was either a tart or a vicar.
Some were even both. While us four of us were struggling to be
either, as we looked decidedly out of place. Now I know how
Bridget Jones felt, except t'other way round. We were dressed
normally while everybody else was in the dress code. Major
embarrassment.
Hell, wasn't really too bad. Most people there were so drunk they couldn't tell that we sticked out like a sore thumb, they were either dancing on/with tables or sticking their tounges down some vicar/tart/extractor fan (I kid ye not).
Well, I have a lecture in about 45 minutes, and the bus is coming soon, so I am heading off. I may write tonight, gives me something to do, dunno what about mind. I'm sure something will piss me off enough to write
Live the Dream
Rhys
Pop Culture
As I'm celebrating the downfall of Queer'Gay, I was shocked
in a discussion I have had with other campus-mates. How they say
that a game like Max Payne is worse than FIFA. And how both of
those games are excellent compared to Sonic.
I'm sorry. But if you say FIFA (any incarnation) is up there with the best games in the world, then you seriously need your head looking at. FIFA isn't bad, it represents the beautiful game fairly well (not as good as ISS mind), but rating it above games like Quake, NiGHTS, Counter Strike, Sonic, Mario, Championship Manager (the best football related game ever), Final Fantasy, Civilization and Street Fighter is a cardinal sin.
It seems like, while the music industry is (finally) coming to it's senses, the video game industry is in a rut at the moment. Currently, great graphics, big licenses and bland game play seem the order of the day. Sure, get great graphics (Tekken 4 shows a good game with fantastic graphics), get big name licenses (there have been some fantastic Star Wars games, and the Marvel/X-Men (Capcom) games), but please, make the game fun to play as well. That way, you're going to get more acclaim, and stay in business longer.
The other thing that irks me is graphics. People see good graphics and automatically thing "Oh shit, this is great". Very few games out now with white hot graphics I would be seen playing, yet I still have my SNES plugged in at home. All because technology is advancing at a rate of knots doesn't mean that games a few years old aren't as good as the ones today (Mario Kart anyone?).
Anyway, that's enough of my ranting, just needed to get it off my chest. I'll shut up now.
Keep it real
Rhys
Bugger
Keep the faith
Rhys
It turns out now that the blonde chick mentioned in this post DIDN'T have my eyes on me. I am a little gutted (ego trip over), but I am pleased in a way. Now I can read Goz's mind and tell (even if I was in an unbelievable drunken state) what is true and what is as believable as the job prospects outside of the C.A.S. degree. So, I guess that's summit.
Raise The Alarm
University, for all that it's worth, is fantastic. I'm
loving it in my room, city and course. However, I wasn't always
like this. Little over a week ago, I was depressed for one reason
or another. One reason was due to noise. However, both the noise
and my complaining have settled down, and I am (relatively)
tollerant. As it the main instigators of the noise. I do get
plenty of sleep also, so that's okay. Last night I got in about 1
am, and fell straight to sleep. I thought I was going to get
undisturbed sleep, right?
If I did, why the hell am I writing about it?
Wednesday morning, 4am, fire alarm went off. Needless to say we evacuated the building, and stood outside in the cold for half an hour, while the fire brigade come out and stop the alarm. I hate it, and it wasn't just me. Although I think they have found who set it off and fined them, it is very annoying. I do swear, next time, if someone sets it off, I know of about half a dozen people who may like to pay the individual a visit. It's not funny, it's not clever, and it pisses people off.
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Last night I was meant to be going to RSVP (the student night out in Liverpool, apparently) in Concert Square. However, due to unforseen financial circumstances (ie. in the student bar beforehand everybody seemed to call in the drinks I had owed them), I couldn't be arsed. Instead I stayed with Debs, James, Jim, Lisa and a few others who I can name, but by doing so, making my blog more boring that it already is. We stayed in the D+R bar, where it was Kareoke. After a while and a few drinks, I decided that I wasn't a half bad singer (better than most that were singing last night anyway) and put myself up for the timeless classic "The Drugs Don't Work" by Verve. Hell, I had a chance of winning 24 bottles of lager, I wasn't going to turn it down. I prepared with another brewski. Then I went to the toilet and sung the first verse to it, just to prepare. I was ready. Unfortunately, due to bloody favouritism, about 3 people repeated the same songs over and over again, which meant I didn't get to sing. Bugger, as I was prepared. I hope that the people who were in the D+R bogs when I was singing cherished it, as it was fantastic. Shame half of the campus didn't share that really.
Another thing that irked me was the rather large amount of mail I get addressed to "Miss R Wynn". Now, I have checked and I am the only R Wynne, and there are no R Wynn's. So this mail is bound for me. To say the least, it is junk mail and not important, just nevertheless, I am as male as they come and it annoys me that they seem to think I am a girl. Oh well, suppose there are more important things in life to worry about
Finally, yesterday was a good day for two reasons:-
- United have all but advanced in the Champions League with a 4-0 win last night
- Here'sy (I think) have splitten up. I'm not sure about this, as I was watching it in the bar with the sound turned down, but it seemed to suggest that. Any conformation on this. If they have, it is a moral victory for quality music.
Right I'm off to bed, as I'm shattered.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Student Life #2
One thing about being a student is that you campaign on stuff. When you are an educated student like myself you realise everything is wrong with the world. That's why they campaign for everything. They campaign for third world hunger, debt, bombing Iraq, not bombing Iraq. However, none of these would force me to get up from my hangover induced lie in on a Sunday morning. Oh no. I need a cause close to my heart. And I think I have found one.....
Hell, I haven't bought a video game this year (MAME, Blitz and Alcohol have taken care of that), and one week isn't going to make any difference. However, I'm not going to buy a video game with a purpose. No more "I don't have a PS2" excuses now, oh no. Proper, world changing, valid, excuses.
Where the bleeding hell has my blog hot or not box gone also? It's seemed to dissappear off the face of the earth!
Anyway, I'm off to change the world.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Student Life
I don't think I've ever felt as bad after a night on the
town as I do this morning. So much for my quiet boy reputation
who's more into his course than going out. Yes, last night, for
about two hours, I was absolutely trollied.
I can remember a little about the night. I remember the lesbians kissing (which, somehow, someway, worked its way onto my desktop as wallpaper), I rememeber saying "Oi Oi!" a lot, I remember shouting at the top of my voice whenever the DJ spoke, I remember speaking to people from LJM in the bog, arguing why UofL is better than theirs (I hope Mike D from Imperial Doughnut isn't reading this, else he'll hunt me down about what I said), I remember asking the DJ if he would give a shout out to "Hunchback", and I remember the jealousy (well, maybe not) of Simon, when he said that the rather attractive blonde in the white top was giving me the eye. Although I very VERY much doubt it would occur, Fletch and John seconded the motion (as Gozzard's prone to joking, Fletch was totally pissed, and John was probably just going along with the flow, and see what'll develops). I also remember giving away Andy (a friend of Fletch who was also quite drunk) last bottle of Reef. (In Blakes, the bar we were in last night, it was free entry, free shot of Vodka, and 8 bottles for £8) to some girl, who promptly showed her appreciation by flinging her arms around me, and giving me a nice long kiss on the lips. (That is a WORLD EXCLUSIVE! I haven't told anybody else about that because they would either:-
- Laugh in my face and deny all knowledge.
- Call me a lying bastard and deny all knowledge.
To be honest she was too short for my liking, and it wasn't the blone in white. Nevertheless, you take what's given to you.
Next week, aparently, they are filming a show called "University Uncovered", which (like the predecessors "Ibiza" and "Ayia Napa") will probably be shown on Channel 4 in the UK. Like "Ibiza" and "Ayia Napa" before it, it will probably chart the seedy underbelly of student life. Unlike them however, are the following reasons:-
- We are all learned types here in Uni, so we make better conversation than the trouts on previous programs
- It's bloody freezing here, and nice and warm there.
- The seedy underbelly is not so seedy after all, as I don't think too many girls would walk around topless in the middle of October (hey, I could be wrong, I just doubt it).
- We aint got no foam machines.
- Alcohol is cheaper, and you know that it's clean.
- Taking a wiz is limited to the toilets, where in the dance and party regions, it's anywhere.
Anyway I probably wont go down. I may, but only just to see what's happening. I certainly wont be getting drunk mind, as not only that I cannot afford it, but also it's going to be on telly, and I am a very proud man, and I would shudder to think what'd happen if anybody I knew saw me on that program. In that case, next Monday, I'm not drinking.
Mind you, I said that I wasn't going out and drinking loads to Debs yesterday afternoon, and look what happened to me then.
Talk to you later
Rhys
A Lost Sense of Belonging
Today was very tiring as the 5am start proved. I
havealso been very hungry. However, that was put right with a
double beefburger + onions. Now, I am so full that I have been
drifting off to sleep in many of my lectures today. Oh well,
c'est la vie.
Something I did notice on my return from work today was the proud sense of belonging many people have in this place, and how I don't share that. There are T-Shirts, Jackets, Hoodies, Airtex tops, fleeces and other articles of clothing featuring the Liverpool University Logo. However, while these are cool (and rather expensive) the best (and I think the cheapest) are the Airtex tops with what department they are in, be it Aerospace Engineering, Mathematics, Sociology, Crap American Studies and many more. What I want to know is why CMMS students don't get them. Admittedly, there are well over 200 of us, but that's beside the point. They do look really smart. Weird isn't it? Spend your first 18 years of education wanting to get out of your school uniform, the minute you leave, you want one (literaly! The day we arrived schooldisco.com were holding a ball in Mountford Hall, needless to say Asda's George label did swift business on shirts + ties before the evening).
That leads me to what I have been
thinking. Wouldn't it be cool if I ring Sibley or Mole and see if
they have similar tops for Nottingham or Leicster respectively.
Then, come Christmas, I get one of those tops in exchange of a
Also, the JJ72 tickets arrived on Saturday, so all that is needed is the exchangement of £13 from me to Goz for me to have them. Excellent.
Speak to you all soon
Rhys
Guess Who's Back...back again?
Hiya everyone! As you know I've started university in
Liverpool, so I'm not sure how well I can keep this up. But,
since I've finished freshers week where, contrary to Goz and
Fletch, I haven't spent shit loads of cash and time getting
drunk, I should have a little more free time well, not free, just
time which I could be out, but due to my bank balence, it's time
just sitting in my room drinking water. As I cannot remember much
on my arrival, I'll talk a little bit about it, then onto any
events I do. This is because I don't know when I'll find a disk
that works with both this computer (a state of the art P75,
nonetheless), and the one's more importantly connected to the
internet. I suppose I could type out the whole of my posts in the
computer room, but that'd mean I'd do it in HTML, which I can do,
but I just cannot be arsed. Posts will be in chronological order
in this post.
Freshers Week
Tuesday afternoon arrival, and sure enough no sooner had
I arrived then I saw Simon in the dinner hall. Food is pretty
good, but they don't give you too much drink to drink besides
water. Eating all sorts of junk at mealtimes but not really too
much during the day. I spend more time in the R+G (R+G is another
hall on the Greenbank campus, ours is the D+R, both are pretty
much the same) bar than in our D+R bar, as I prefer it there.
Went out Saturday to a place called Fudge (I think), wasn't too
good a place but it was free entry. I think that now I'll spend
my evenings in the student guild in Liverpool, as I much prefer
it there. People are incredibly nice on our floor, but they can
be a bit noisy late at night (and don't they know I hate that).
Haven't signed upto anything yet, and I haven't pulled or even
come close to pulling. Quite frankly, I couldn't care, as I am
enjoying myself. A fact that Dimps and Sibley would be pleased to
hear is that I have become a bitter drinker, due to it being
rediculously cheap down in the bar. Anyway that's all I can think
of to talk about Freshers, so I'll shut up, but believe me, I'm
having the time of my life.
September 25th 2002
Yesterday, Tom came over from back home. This meant that
we had to go out the old Colwyn Bay lot, as well as a few other
people. We went to a club called R.S.V.P., which wasn't too bad.
Much better than Broadway, and a hell of a lot cheaper. When we
were there, my best mate from my course, and probably in the
university (bar my ex school mates), who is coincedentally also
called Tom, it was his birthday as well. Also, I have been
sleeping all day due to the fact that I probably won't get too
much sleep tonight as it's a student night out and my floor is
notorious for noise. Last night I slept from 2 until 7 and I
considered that one of my better nights sleep I've had since I've
got here. Although, I'm begginning to think Ivona (our hall
monitor) is begginning to cotton on to the problem and is taking
action. I haven't decided what to do about it, as it's driving me
insane. Either one or two of these things:-
- Swap rooms: At the moment there are no spare rooms, although I think I've found someone willing to swap rooms, only problem is that he himself hasn't been in much, and I don't think he's warming to the idea too much. He did at the begginning, but now he's being a little more apprehensive. However, looking at his room, he loves the size of mine, and I think his room is great just for the location (quiet area, overlooking the playing fields, which are dead at night).
- Commute from home: Possible and a hell of a lot cheaper than the £83 a week I'm paying for this room. Only trouble being is that I need to decide by this Friday if I am to take that option, otherwise I will have to go through a long administration process to get me out of this room. Also, on a personal reason, I don't really want to do that, as it means that I will lose the important social aspect of university, and also some days (like today) I only have one lecture. It seems a bit pointless therefore to come from home for one lecture. However, the way I feel at the moment, and should it fall through my deal of swapping rooms, it may be my only choice.
- Complain. Yeah, I have been to various people, and last night security did come out and sort out the music problem (even before I had gotten in from my night out), but it still continues. I don't want to complain too much as people are beggining to wonder if any one of my purposes on this earth IS to have fun, and not to ruin everybody elses. I do like the music they listen to, however, not at approaching 5 in the morning, and at full blast.
- Sit it out until Christmas. I've given an ultimatum to various people. Either the noise situation improves or I'm leaving at Christmas time. Quite a funny ultimatum mind, as the way some people around here are going I cannot see them still being here at Christmas, through one reason or another.
- Go home most weekends. A possibility and probably one of the most logical. By leaving here most weekends, I can pick up some much needed sleep at home, get as much washing done as possible, and save a little bit of money due to me not going out as much through the weekend (usually, and last night, it is about £10-£11 a night out, back home you can do a cheap night out on a fiver, although it's not always possible). Also, weekends here are very quiet anyway, and you usually spend vast amounts of money just looking for something to do. By heading off home, I can be with many friends who haven't gone to university, and also guarentee at least 8-9 hours of sleep a day. Come here during the week, study hard, go out sometimes, and repeat until Christmas. However, I don't think my dad would warm too much to that idea mind, but I don't care.
However, it's not all doom + gloom. I love the course I am studying, it's great. Also, I have met some nice people (even on my floor) and I do get on with a lot of people. Only trouble is really noise, and it's affecting both my social and academical abilities at this university. Reason being that many of my starts are 9am (except for Wednesday and Thursday) and therefore I usually (and I did it today) don't concentrate as much as I'd like to in the lecture. Tomorrow isn't too bad (we got a 2 hour lecture then a 1 hour lecture on "Internet Skills", it's going to be Friday, with it's 9 until 5 lectures (8 hours!) that will probably kill me. Plus, I am going home this weekend, so I can get much of my washing done, and also see my family. Although I've spoken to them every day, it'll be great to see them, as I miss them immensely.
September 26th 2002
Today was seemingly a repeat of everything I've known
for a long time. Today we talked about programming in HTML in the
"Internet Skills" lecture, which is okay if you haven't
done it, but seeing how I have spent nearly the last 5 years
designing web pages (starting in Year 9 on the Atari ST.), it was
relatively straightforward. Only problem being the homework,
where I had to define HTML, tags, web browser, and a few other
terms. I haven't really thought too much about it mind, just
concerned me a little. Anyway, it should be in a big book we got
today.
Tomorrow I'm going home for the weekend! Yeah, I'm packing my bags (of washing) and leaving the Uni to it's own devices for the weekend. I am actually quite looking forward to going home, as I need a bit of a break. Quite by sheer dead end irony, but it could be that this post may be posted AFTER the one where I am at home, due to it being a bugger to find a 3.5" floppy (don't say anything). Anyway, it seems like most of the Bay lot are going home, as Fletch is heading back tomorrow and Debs has already gone home (that's what you get for finishing on a Wednesday, think she may have a job at home also!). To be honest, I think I'll spend most weekends at home, because I do get a bit homesick at times, plus on Saturday I miss Time Tunnel, so therefore I DO get some sleep!
Keep the faith
Rhys
Buggering Sundays....
I had a blinking long post about Europe's excellent win in the ol' Ryder
Cup, however, and I know this a likely story, but as I was posting it,
Windows and Freeserve Anytime decided I hadn't seen the fabled "Blue Screen
of Death" today, and proceeded to display it. Bugger. So this is a
temporary (although it probably will be permanent, as I cannot be arsed to write
it again) post about the Ryder Cup.
I think that's got my point across, don't you think?
Right, I must be off now, as I have a train to catch tomorrow at 6:40am, and then 3 lectures and a tutorial. Woe is me.
Rhys
And Just when you thought it was all okay....
Bleeding
Popstars are #1 again. I liked the Pink song, as she is the sort of
"Pop" I like. Artists that are NOT forced down our throats 24/7. While
I have no problem with Messers Young and Gates, I'm sure they love their mothers
and wouldn't eat babies, but when compared to the might of the gods amongst men
Oasis, they are not fit to drink their piss. Sorry, but as far as I'm concerned,
Little By Little is justifiably the second best song on Heathen Chemistry
(behind "Stop Crying Your Heart Out"), Songbird is a simple but
brilliant track and My Generation is an excellent cover, and example to how
songs should be 'covered'. Not 'murdered'. The Long and Winding Road was a hell
of a song for the Beatles. It should of stayed that way, not ruined by wannabees
who voices are NOT suited to that type of song. They can sing, but not as good
as their record bosses think.
By the way, I've decided to jazz up my page with a little picture here + there, although probably not too many, as when in uni, I doubt I can't browse for pictures than I can do at home.
Finally, I have become addicted to the Ryder Cup. I have found myself screaming "GO IN THE WATER! SHOW THAT TIGER WHAT'S EUROPEAN GOLFERS ARE LIKE!". I am watching it out of the corner of my eye at the moment, and I don't know who's won, so please, don't spoil it.
Back to Uni I go tomorrow.
C U All
Rhys
You don't know what you've got until it's gone
God bless the internet. Without it, a lot of people's talents would go
unnoticed, yes there is a lot of shit out there, but sift through it and there
are some varied people. Without the internet, people's talents would go
unnoticed. Be your talent music, writing, poetry, art, cartoons, designing web
pages, programming or the rather untalented ability to have sex in front of a
camera without blushing, the internet showcases all of this talent (although as
previously mentioned, the dubiousness of the last one cannot be ignored). Of
course, you only really notice a small part of this unless your interest lies in
that field (and if you're interest lies in the last one, get out more), but
should your talent be the crème de la crème, the cream of the crop, then by
god you will be noticed. Like I was when I programmed Donkey Kong VP (man, that
was scary), or any other of my games that seemed to get recognised. Which brings
me to the point, I miss programming games because, by god, I wasn't half bad at
them.
What brings me to this impromptu post? This morning I have been playing The Square Game, for those of you who don't know, it was my most complete game. While making it, I grew to annoy me at times, and when released, I was happy to see the back of it. However, after playing it this morning, I realise why I started it, why Sibley (who has only once E-mailed me from Nottingham, GET IN TOUCH MATE! I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU ARE DOING! Probably enjoying himself too much) boastingly has every single version of it on his computer (I haven't even got all the versions on mine) and why numerous "1000 Great Windows Games" shareware authors are gagging me to put it on their disks, because it is certainly my most professional game, and most complete game ever. Nobody's heard of it in Uni, which is a shame. Although I am dying for people to find out about it. Oh well, major pimpage time is upon us!
In a few short hours, I'll be back in Liverpool University, after thoroughly enjoying my weekend at home. Back to work I guess. Still, it should be fun, and I (should) still make it to the student bar tonight, to catch up on what's been going down (and believe me, with so many students in one place, a lot of things will be going down!). Also, I go back safe in the knowledge that many people who I am friends with who aren't going to university with are planning to come and visit us. Happy days ensured for all concerned!
As previously mentioned, I am going to post my freshers week post either today or tomorrow.
With Arms Wide Open.
Rhys
Back So Soon....
Well, I've decided not to go out tonight, for the simple reason that hell I
am a student, and also the train strike means that I maybe not get a ride home
tomorrow. I think I will, but it's probably going to cost me a bit. Haven't
really worked out how I should get home (hell, I'm a student, I'll jump that
hurdle when I get to it). Plus forsaking a night out tonight means I can go out
next weekend when everybody is going out.
What? You misheard me?
Yeah, I'm probably going to try and get home every weekend (at least for the time being). The reasoning behind this is simple, even someone doing a BA in C.A.S. could understand it (heh heh).
Why give it up ALL in one go? Maybe I need a little bit of security. Even though it was only for a few minutes, I thoroughly enjoyed my phone call to Wiz, catching up a bit on all that's being going on (mainly with me to be honest), I liked the fact that Tom stayed for a night up in Liverpool, I love the fact that Goz, Fletch, Debs and Nez are up in Liverpool with me, and a few other people are in and around the city (my brother said that he spoke to Huw, one of my old workmates, and he said he saw me yesterday). I was wrong with my analogy a fortnight ago saying about how I won't know anybody in Liverpool, because I seem to been bumping into people I know all the time. I love the security of familiarity. Sure, one day I'll know Liverpool like the back of my hand, but I don't at the moment, and seeing as how life around here is still pretty cool, why change it.I would of loved to go out tonight, but not in the small group we were planning today. We needed at least about 5 or 6 of us, not 3. When we do oh ho....have I got some stories to tell. Although, I'm sure Fletch will relay them to Tom and maybe Sian tonight, in his own little degrodetory-towards-me way.
Finally, I bought some 3.5" floppies today, so, although using a floppy disk to back up data is like Russian bleeding Roulette, I will get my rather large post up about Freshers week and the few days after (although I cannot seem to remember much about the week, I did speak a lot about a few days). So jobsa goodunn!
Speak to you all soon
Rhys
Hellloooooooooooo!!!!
I have survived freshers week, and wrote a bit about the last two weeks.
Only problem being it's on my university computer rather than this one, so I
have been unable to post about it. This post is letting people know I am NOT
dead, and I am coming back to the blogging world. What capacity yet I don't
know. However, it's bound to be good, isn't it?
Soon to be back
Rhys
