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I am quite aware that there are two banners on the top of the screen. Fortunately, I'm not the only one, which leads me to believe that Blogger's on the blink. Bleeding hell, Just bought out and still problems. Someone's been taken for a ride, methinks.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as I can be arsed.
 "Once the match started, looketh did Big Show. But he couldn't find Shane, which way did he go?"* |
This is the important bit.
This week I've seen three CD's: The Q Album, Britpop, and Schooldisco.com, and I want them all. I've decided that I am going to buy one. Which one though? I cannot decide. I want you to decide. Yes, now, it's the first "Affect My Life in some Insignifigant Way!". I will buy it, and give a full review of the CD I get, just to please you. I'm scuppered at which one to get, so please, guys, vote on the poll to the left, and affect my life once and for all!
There will be more ways to directly affect my life, they will not be big things (such as jobs, future hopeful girlfriends etc.) but small things, what to buy, where to go etc.
In other news
This weekend hasn't really been extrodinary exciting yet, but I don't care. I'm getting some serious time on Final Fantasy X, and my plan is to finish it before Final Fantasy X-2 (the direct sequel, the first ever in Final Fantasy) is released.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
* I will be so impressed if anybody gets where (exact reference) that picture is from...
Flogging a Dead Horse
Bow down to me Queenie, and my four, count 'em, FOUR birthdays!
Like a cow who produces beer instead of dairy products, I love milking my birthday for all it's worth. I worked out last night that I'll probably have 4 birthdays this year. That's two more than the Queen, and three more than most normal people, and four more than my mum likes to admit she has. Tonight is the second of my birthdays (which, also coincidentally, it's also my Gran's), with Saturday and Sunday being birthday-like events.
Tonight is the night spent with the family where I get my presents. It'll be nice to see what I get (duh), although I'm a bit worried about the cake. Apparently, there is something that will go on my Sara Lee choccy gateaux that has 7 or so health warnings. Probably ricin or summit.
Last night was comedy club, arugably the funniest night in Liverpool on a Thursday. This time however I didn't get ripped. The compere was pretty funny, and was ripping into a few people I knew at the front of the stage. I don't think they were too pleased mind.
Right I got an exam at 1pm today, so I'd better start revising.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Burninating The Countryside
Bonjela: Saint or sinner?
Last night (although, you must admit, I hid it quite well) I had another sleepless night. The reason being that I think I'm teething again, and one (left side, two in from center) tooth is really pissing me off. However, after nearly a tubes worth of Bonjela, it's much better. Unfortunately, I seem to have a Bonjela overdose as this morning, my heel is sore. I'm never fully fit. Bastards.
After reading NME today, I've decided I don't understand a single review in that magazine. Here is a (sample) review I found online for Eels - Souljacker Pt. 1:-
"The one man in rock madder than Macy Gray has given up hanging around Cancer Wards feeling sorry for himself and taken to haunting school playgrounds dressed as the Unabomber babbling about serial killers that believe they can hijack peoples souls by killing them. And his first victims appear to have been The White Stripes as this is a fuzzy bluez-rock rollock full of chainsaw guitars and wearing "Rid Of me" -era PJ Harveys skin as a cardigan "sisters brothers/make better lovers/family affair down under the covers". howls E, cackling and barking like an AK-wielding lunatic in a primary school; another frenetic, mildly disturbing and downright brilliant swerve from the mainstream pop of "Daisies Of The Galaxy" onto the dark backroads of the human psyche by the only man with the map. But frankly, E mate, you can forget about ever trying to hitch-hike again."One word.....eh? Oh well, the mag is cool (except for the fascination with The Strokes, who really aren't as good as everybody says they are) and it had a free poster of Avril. However, quite disturbingly, I've worked out I've spent more on Avril Lavigne posters while at university than I have on textbooks. Ooer.
Haven't thought what I'm doing tonight, I really want to do something tonight (as I'm not in until 12 tomorrow), however, I also have an exam tomorrow. I'm tossing (ooerr) up if I go out, and also where. Comedy Club (funny, and early night, but not as good as Walkabout), Walkabout (late night, but laugh) or none (early night, but boring). Oh decisions, decisions.
Links of the moment That are doing the rounds in my CMMS class faster than that ugly Scots bird:
Or Maybe Not
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Revenge Is Sweet
Hopefully this will get him to shut up
;).
And for all of those who appreciate good quotes, click here.
Again producing, as 'Everybody's Favourite Band' (can you just feel the sarcasm) The Streets would say, "Original Pirate Material". I've found the beauties of Strong Bad Email. One of the funniest things ever.*
"TROGDOOOR! Trogdor was a man! No, he was a man/dragon. In fact he was just a dragon. But he was still TROGDOOOOR!"
Today has been very boring so far. I need to do some flash work but....I really, really cannot be arsed.
A new feature on this site that probably has never been done before ever on a blog (becuase it is probably pants in execution) will debut soon. I've been wanting to do it for ages, but only recently has something come up where I can do it (you'll see what I mean). Just to get you excited.
Last night we played Killer Pool (for a grand sweepstake total of £7.50), I lost out on a missed black, finished second. As the title of an old Atari ST motorbike game, "There's no Second Prize"....
Right I'm off, to do some thing more fun.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
I'm quite aware that Roland made a post about Trogdor a few weeks back quoting 'Funniest.Thing.Ever.'. However, he has recently posted more 'Things. Ever.' crap thus making previous 'Things. Ever.' posts open domain, so I can quote it as being original. So neh.
Gone to the Dogs
Hey big spender!
In a totally 'Wicked Whispers' stylee, read the below paragraph:-
"Guess which fat yet strangely attractive Welsh bloke's mates went to the dog track last night? And guess which current England star who recently got back into form who's name rhymes with Michael Bowen they saw there?"
Yep, my mates saw Michael Owen at the dog track. They were pretty excited about it. I wasn't too fussed. If he wants to gamble, so be it. No big deal. Just thought somebody would be interested in it, although it won't affect Celebdaq too much, will it? A funny bit was when a few of my mates said "Owen has an awful gambling habit.". The words 'pot' 'kettle' and 'black' spring to mind lads. ;)
Quote of the night has got to be this...
"Like George Clooney said in Oceans Eleven 'When you get the hand, you've got to bet big, or the house will 'ave ya, or you'll have the house...'"Made me laugh anyway.
"Mate, you're £110 down! The house has had you, your mum, your gran, your sister, and your pet hampster!"
I didn't go to the track, I instead did Kareoke. I was on lukewarm form. Depsite rocking the house with 'Help' and 'Man on the Moon', I sent the audience to sleep with my rendition of 'The Drugs Don't Work'. So much so that I broke the Kareoke machine. Bugger. Plus I didn't win the beer, thus disproving my theory that the decision is as straight as The Rigged Election Scandal for the Gay and Lesbian Boomerang Throwing Club 1976. Despite promoting as being drawn out of a hat (or pint glass), it usually goes to the best singer, or first timers, or whoever makes them laugh the most, or birthday boys/girls/sheepies. I've won it once, due to my pissed rendition of 'Chocolate Salty Balls' going down a storm. Last night I'd thought I'd win it, due to it being my birthday. I didn't.
I only had one pancake, and it was shite.
Right, I've got fun fun fun Data Structures in under half an hour, so I'll speak later.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Randomness In Thinking
Schmoke and a Pancake anyone?
Crap title I know, but that's all I can think of.
Today, whilst also being my birthday, it's also Pancake Day. For the uninitiated, you plonk Yorkshire Pudding mix in to a pan and it forms (after a few minutes) a cake like substance. Hence: Pancake. Am I happy? Am I fuck. With my birthday being on Pancake Day it wastes a perfectly good holiday. Plus everybody is more interested in pancakes than me. Bastards.
I'm suffering from a mid-life crisis (if I live to the age of 38) in that, I'm getting bloddy old now. I still view myself as immature, not like in a 'God...you are [like] so immature' way that birds say, but as a more 'Hey, remember Fun House? That was cool' kind of way. I don't want to grow old. I just wanna live forever. Like a fatter but better dress sense version of Peter Pan.
I also bought a slightly skater T-Shirt today, as I took the day off.
Finally, all you brits out there in blogging world might like to check out Celebdaq, an online trading game run by the beeb where you buy and sell shares in popular celebs. It's bloddy addictive fun. You don't win real money though, because that's just stupid. Also, there's a TV show about it, but it's on one of those loser channels, so not everybody gets it.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
My Perfect Day
In case you didn't know, today is my birthday. Last night was my main night out regarding my birthday and, needless to say, I got pissed (the only reason I'm up is because the cleaners are cleaning my room). I'll try and see what I can remember.
- I hit 'The Wall' (the time you go from soberity to pissed-ness suddenly) fairly early on in Double Vision (the place we went), and didn't sober up until 5am.
- The Christian Union were out at 2am, when we got back, giving out bottles of tesco water. As we were pissed, and it was given out by The CU, it was forever reffered to as 'Holy Water' for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, it didn't quite have the same properties as Hell, I love The CU, there a nice bunch of people.
- I didn't pull, which was the only thing that put a dampner on the night. I got a few birthday smackers on the cheek, but nothing more than that.
- What got me even more riled was that a number of people who I know (who shall remain nameless), pulled. There is the eleventh commandment, they slipped it in at the end, dead last minute thing. It reads "#11: Thoust shalt not pull some bird on attractive Welsh bloke's birthday.", or summit like that.
The music was buzzing though. They replaced the quality Indie room with crappy R+B room (despite the fact there was already an R+B room). However, in the usually alright but nothing to write home about main room, they mixed in a lot of indie. The Coral, Oasis and Feeder all getting a bit of playing. However, I showed my loyalty as a Feeder fan by shouting within the opening lines "Who the fuck sang this?". Oh, snooker loopy nuts are we.
I said The Coral...moron.- I won £10 on the fruit machine. Get in!
- I wasn't too popular on the bus home mind, as I was typical male chanting very loudly. Oh who's going to stop me?
Right I'm off to bed
Keep the Faith
Rhys
I Wish That I Could Turn the Clocks Right Back
 Get your camera's out, this is the only place you'll see this for a few years. |
Unlike most fans, I'm quite humble. Jerzey Donkey came good for you. I admit that it could of gone either way. However, it went the way of the scousers. I'm not unhappy, why? Because, really, when you can string out performances against the likes of Juventus, then we could go all the way in the Champions League. When was the last time any British team have been as dominant in Europe as Manchester United? When?
Moving on, there has been discussion on the offficial The Art of Rhysisms tm messageboard on the subject 'Which are harder, engineers or scientists?'. I intend to prove it the way of the engineers by these simple facts.
Five Reasons Why, In a Fight, Engineers are harder than Scientists
- Sit through any science lecture, then sit through any engineering lecture. Which one do you sleep in?
- Watch any James Bond film. Who is the baddy? A mad Engineer?
- Again, look at any Teenie High School Film (and I don't mean dodgy porn for that one). There is always a nerdy guy. What's his strong point. Engineering?
- Richest bloke in the world, Bill Gates, studied Engineering, whilst Computer Scientists messed about with Unix, Bill released a crap OS, but marketed it so well that it sold.
- In the BBC's '100 Greatest Britons' poll, Isumbard Kingdom Brunel (an Engineer) finished second. Issac Newton (a Scientist) finished 6th.
It was meant to be ten, but I got bored.
Tonight I'm heading out (as outside circumstances mean that I cannot go out on my actual birthday) for my birthday piss-uptm (like I ever needed an excuse, anyway). Tomorrow I may post, but I'll be hungover. Oh, I live a hard life. In either way, send me a nice message (or a nasty one, I couldn't care less).
Finally, a couple of pretty quality sites for bloggers: blizg.com and blogstreet.com.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
We Can't Rewind
Do you believe in Karma? Do you know what Karma is? If you do, fair enough. If you don't, then it's very similar to those "Pleasure/Pain" bits in that Muller advert, except the pain would happen to you at a later date. Eventually, the theory is that with you pop your clogs, you'll be pretty even for your life. It's thought this is why the good die young (or maybe not, but it makes sense).
Anyway, Karma Lending Inc.tm gave me some good karma last night at the gig (incidentally, talking about it, again, there was no trouble in it, I've seen, no joke, more crowd surfers at a Victoria Beckham concert), and today, I owed him big time.
Day was okay up until soon after lunch. One of our lecturers decided to suprise us with a Audio Electronics test on Monday, literally 15 hours before my birthday, and 12 hours before my birthday night-out. Needless to say, I was like a drunk lightbulb with no current running though it, I was pissed off. A little bit of revision over the weekend never did any bit of harm, though I left my calculator in my room. This means I'd either learn a easy-like-sunday-morning (when you haven't been drinking) method for finding Sinh 47.20902, or just buy a new one.
 A Picture of Perfect Youth |
You see, I really should be greatful that we are in the midst of a digital revolution, what with fridges, cupboards and even the harry the family hamster connecting to the internet nowadays, I will (hopefully) be somewhere in the neighbourhood to reap (at least some of) the financial riches. There are limits though, and those are Photo booths. Firstly, now you get a white screen with a digital image of your mug to stare at, not only is that off putting but you also cannot see where the lens is for the camera. This means you get one of two looks:-
- You stare at your eyes on the screen, so you are looking away from the camera, and look like a twat..
- You find the lens by going into one of those cross eyed trances so you can see those magic eye pictures type situation, looking though the glass. One of your eyes looks at the lens, but the other one doesn't, so you appear crossed eyed, and therefore look like a twat..
Also, there is an annoying bunt voiceover to 'guide' you through the process. The worst bit is when she says "are you happy with your photo?". Am I happy with my photo? OF COURSE I'M NOT! IT'S A FUCKING PASSPORT PHOTOGRAPH! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY WITH IT! Dear oh dear.
After kicking down the photo booth in a fit of rage, it was time to go home. Unfortunately, a certain bus company that operates heavily in Liverpool (which we will remain nameless) is famed for milking students for £60 for a bus pass. Which is alright: except that very few buses actually stop for students. Most just drive straight past us. Admitedly we don't know the stops in town, and we always get on the main bus down to uni, but you'd think they'd be nice?
 Happy St. David's Day! |
For all those approaching 17 and have read that last paragraph and thought "hmm...so the buses are shite. However, the trains are excellent! If I'd live on the wirrall all trains stop outside my house! (private joke). Why bother learning to drive.". My advice is "do so". Only hippies tell you to live without cars, as today, not only did I wait for a bus to come, but I was also waiting far too long for a train and even a taxi was a bugger to get on my trip back home. Forsake a car at your peril. I know I'm being a bit "practice what you preach esque" (cannot think of a word to discribe it), but it's something that if I had the money, the time, and the effort, I'd do.
Just to shock you: Him out of Busted in 'I've got talent, and I'll show you' shocker type situation!
Right, I'm off to bed now, 12:55, and I'm knackered.
Birthday on Tuesday by the way, send me some sweet sweet loving. Or I'll beat you with a stick.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
|EDIT|This was written last night, but I couldn't be arsed posting it. So a few of the time differences are a bit queer...
I'm Going Out For A While, So I Can Get High With My Friends, I will..
Your the crystal, the ecstasy, The drug that keeps feeding me.
If ever fronted a band (and, here's hoping), I reckon I'd be like a poor man's Grant Nicholas. Not in music, talent, or appearance, just in stage presence. I wouldn't jump around or act like a fool, just get on with it. Grant did that last night, and not one bit of arrogence came out. If there was, well, he didn't show it. The reason? Everybody in that room knew how great he is.
Last night probably was one of the best nights of my life, without a doubt. With JJ72, whilst fantastic, I didn't know a few of the songs. At Feeder I did. Last night was very special, and all because I was seated didn't mean I didn't stand up. Buck Rogers was immense, Just a Day was absolutely brilliant, Just The Way I'm Feeling was brilliant as well. Last night Feeder became probably my favourite band, leapfrogging Oasis. Why? Because they are fantastic. Feeder, along with Beatles, Greenday, Oasis and Nirvana and a select few others, are probably the only bands out there where their B-Sides are just as strong as their A-Sides (don't believe me? Just A Day was a B-Side). Here's hoping for a B-Side album, as it'd be brilliant.
Probably one of the coolest moments for me last night (although people furiously doubt it), was at the end of Just A Day. Grant looked out into the crowd, in my general direction. I gave the International Symbol of Rocktm with my left hand, he did the same. I then did it with both hands, and so did he. I doubt he was looking directly at me, but it's nice to think so. Sure beats someone I know's convincing themselves that Nelly Furtado winked at them during V2001. Even so, I felt that I bonded with Grant, which is great, because it's probably the first time ever that a North Welsh and a South Welsh ever bonded in the history of the world, ever.
Hell Is For Heroes were pretty good, only dissappointed they played (arguably) their most famous song second. Shame, as the rest of their set just involved a little too much screaming for my liking, but they were still good.
Another fact that pleased me: with all the crap around in the moment such as manufactured pop and R+B, people are liking music because it's there. It pleased me that every single person in that theatre had absolutely impecable taste in music.
Incidentally, I didn't get pissed, due to it being £2.50 a bottle for beer, that's probably worse than London.
Sorry this post isn't up to normal standards, I'll probably go on about this a few more times, but I'm still on a high from last night. No explination, I know, but as Feeder would sing, it's "Just the Way I'm Feeling".
Come Back Around
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Run for Cover
Random People: The People's Liberation Front of F Block could have these in Hide and Seek.
Yesterday, for about the first time in ten years, we played Hide and Seek. But, we are men. We played hide and seek: commando style. We all get dressed up in army gear, bandanas and boot polish. We looked like the People's Liberation Front of F Block, we were sorted.
Unfortunately for me, I got caught within about half a minute. Bugger.
I am within six hours of the gig to see Feeder, and I'm leaving my quality flash animation for a week in approximately an hour to meet my brother who's getting the train in from home. It's a bit funny, as he knows I am a bit of a slouch, yet I woke up at 8am just to tidy my room (and to tell him that if he forgot the tickets, I'd beat him with a stick). I'm loving like that.
Going back to my comment on Flash. I'm doing a Multimedia Project in (guess what) ELEC133: Multimedia. A few weeks ago I did a quality movie that, for 30 seconds worth, ended up being 110MB in size. Now, I may not have a degree yet, but surely if a file is 110MB and is standard compressing, then something must be going wrong. Right?
Anyway, like my 110MB movie, my Flash is boss. I'm thinking on linking it in a few weeks when my project's finished.
Only a small update today, as I am going out of lectures early, so I need to get some work done. However, rest assured that tomorrow will be a fairly detailed review of the Feeder gig (if I don't get drunk, if I do, then there won't be).
Keep the Faith
Rhys
 What was that? Spooner? Yeah right.... |
 Get In! |
In Other News
All my assignment work is handed in, no more lectures until Friday, this means I can begin the 28.5 hour drinking session preparation for Feeder/Hell Is For Heroes gig tomorrow night, I can hardly wait.
Being possibly one of the most influential people on the internet, people just love to please me. One such person is Mr. Yahoo. After saying on my website numerous times that Feeder are possibly one of the best bands of the last few years? What did they do? They bung 'Comfort In Sound' onto thier Launchcast! Top Work! Now to achieve gods amongst men (a position held by me, and a few other select people), either buy me a pint or bung Hell Is For Heroes onto your internet station thingy.
 Not that we promote serial killing, but if you were Richard, you would be gutted... |
Right, this post has taken me half hour, so I'm off to the boozer, or a shower, or to play on my GBA. I haven't decided. I am going for a piss, as I'm bursting.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
I'd like to be somebody else, and not know where I've been..
Hey, I'm ugly today, but it could be worse. I could be a ginner...
Somedays I wake up, look in the mirror, and say "goddammit Rhys, just why cannot you get laid? If I was a big boobed dad owns a pub blonde, I'd love to shag you", unfortunately, today isn't one of those days. My gums are bleeding so even if I did get a snog you'd get a mouthful of blood, my brace is itching me, I'm farting loads, and other unplesantaries I daren't mention in this blog. However, all you single ladies out there rest assured, as tomorrow I will be back to fat but somehow strangely attractive Rhys.
I must of been lucky to get four hours of sleep, due to my painful brace. I've decided to forsake swimming today due to me needing some sort of antiseptic mouth cream, else no sleep tonight also.
The guild elections are now in full swing, now I've made myself quite clear that I'm not voting, but that doesn't stop those who are running to constantly bother me with a few cheap indulges. Seriously, it's awful. So far this is what I've obtained:-
I'm half expecting this to happen:-
Election Guy: Hiya Rhys, do you want a pen?Oh well, tomorrow it will all be over, thank god.
Fat Attractive Welsh Bloke: Yeah sure.
I walk away.
EG: Aren't you going to eat it?
FAWB: What?
EG: It's a pen, eat it.
FAWB: You don't eat pens.
EG: EAT IT!!!
FAWB eats it, and rushed to Liverpool General Medical Hospital, EG walks in...
EG: Vote Jimmy Party!
Keep the Faith
Rhys
PS. Two Days!
Don't speak, until you know just what you're saying.
The Plough: Who actually comes up with these names?!
We should of been champions, we should of been carried out of the bar on the shoulders of the massives, we should of had virgins feeding us grapes. We didn't. Like Bret Hart in the 1997 Survivor Series, we were screwed. We were on fire, due to our wide range of knowledge, lucky guesses, and frequent bathroom breaks to phone people with stronger chemistry knowledge than my good self. However, we got 30/50, and the winners got 31/50. We nailed the tie breaker, the question disputed was "what is the most common part of Ursa Major known as." the answer being "The Big Dipper". We put "The Plough". The quizmaster, who was probably head of PE at Liverpool Uni rejected this answer, meaning we lost. We still got £10 though, which is boss.
Nothing much is really happening. I was planning on going out tonight, but after Data Structures, I've lost the will to live.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
float thoughts = (10*(Math.Rand())
Oooh, geeky title. You don't get too many of them for the pound.
Now that I've recovered from my hangover, lets look back at the weekend plans, to see just how many of them I pulled off.
Buying A Game Boy Advance
Yep, about midday yesterday, for the almost criminal but I don't care because I'm a student lacky type situation sum of £50, I purchased a Game Boy Advance. It's clear, it's got Doom and Tony Hawks, it's got a light, it's got a battery pack, it's mine, and I love it to bits.
Assignment Work
Guess what? I couldn't be arsed.
Time Tunnel
Yep, more about that later.
Get Pissed
Ditto.
Get laid
Shock horror yes!
Who With: Some fit bird
When: Yesterday
Where: In my dreams.
Okay, I thought that was funny.
Win the Pub Quiz
Undecided yet, tune in tomorrow.
 That bloke from American Pie who is that bloke in Freddy Got Fingered. |
After that began drinking of the poison formally known as alcohol. We drank in front of a film called "Freddy Got Fingered" (women, don't get excited), which is quite possibly the worst film ever made. It's kind of a porno flick without the porno, just no storyline, little direction, and other critical features of films that I can say to make me sound important. If someone says to you "Hey, do you want to watch 'Freddy Got Fingered'", beat them with a stick, because it's crap.
We hit a fairly average Time Tunnel. Nothing special happened (or maybe it did, and my alcohol/selective memory cannot remember it). However, on the way home, I got speaking to this semi-gothic bird who's running for president. She seemed pretty nice (not nice in the 'I want to shag her' way, but nice in the 'nice' way). Which kind of gives me a dilemma, should I vote for her for the sake of voting? Or should I just sit back, as I don't really care too much. Oh life's a bugger.
 RUN YOU BITCH! (before the Daily Mail writes in and complains, I am technically correct.) |
Keep the Faith
Rhys
I shall call him...Mini Me
A popular feature of the internet is Flash. This has many uses. Unfortunately, most are pants. However, this is quite a cool usage, make a little 'weemee' as it's called. Here's mine.
Notice the lager, the messed up hair and rather large belly. Anyway, thanks to Deviled Chicken for the link. Or rather not. You see, if you click on the link on her site, it leads back to her site. So a bit screwed with HTML type situation. All those with a large computer knowledge, please, point and laugh.
To actually make these bastards click here.
In other News
Thanks to Sibz for being the only bugger sad observant enough to spot the error of my ways. The last post reads:-
just to make the time without no monitor fly by.Where it should read:-
just to make the time with no monitor fly by.He don't understand double negatives, bless him. This is a one off, I know my posts are full of spelling mistakes. But that's what makes me special.
Right I'm off down the bookies
Keep the faith
Rhys
Staying The Weekend
Tomorrow you will be mine....
This weekend I am actually, shock horror, remaining in the lovely city of Liverpool. Here's what I've got planned.
In Other News
Besides Liverpool, I spend the rest of my time in Colwyn Bay, North Wales. The second biggest town in North Wales (behind Wrexham), you'd think we would have a Broadband connection, right? Wrong. Unfortunately BT don't seem that dispite desolate towns with no forms of civilised life having broadband (such as Rhyl), Colwyn Bay's fairly (on the whole, discounting old dear's homes) computer literate population hasn't got one sniff of the Broadband pie. Up steps Pat Ward, setting up a website Broadband 4 Colwyn Bay to hopefully convince the townsfolk of Colwyn Bay just how good the Broadband revolution is. So, if you live in the Colwyn Bay area (counting Old Colwyn and Rhos-on-sea), and want to download videos of monkeys picking their noses (lets face it, we all do), then pay that site a visit. Mum, I'm looking at you...
Thinly disguised plugging over (the only reason for this post was the plug, as I'd probably forget soon. Oh well, c'est la vie.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Ya Tay-kin the piss?
A ginner. A funny ginner, but a ginner nonetheless...
Being Welsh, I get a few jokes because of it, it's in part of the job description. It's the
way that the far less superior individuals of this planet get their kicks. However,
nothing more personal than 'sheep shagger'. Until yesterday.
Last night was the Comedy Night at the University, which is generally a very good night. Last night was, in general, no exception.
First act was a couple of guys (for those in the know, this is known as a 'double act') who called themselves "Electric Forecast". One was ginner. I liked them because, lets be honest, there's not a man alive who doesn't find ginners funny. A ginner could just go up there, and could say anything, and I'd be rolling around on the floor in tears. But they were fucking funny, ginner or no ginner.
 Pringles = Shit. |
The problem with me was the compere. For those not in the know compere means "guy who is local who doesn't get paid much because he cracks the same jokes every fucking week". However, shock horror, he cracked a new joke, about The Welsh Mountain Zoo.
 A wee sheepie: possibly in the Welsh Mountain Zoo |
For those who haven't experienced the cities of the North West, Birkenhead is a bit like Rhyl, and it's full of people who have been kicked out of Liverpool, but were so full of crack cocaine that their legs couldn't make it too Rhyl. It's that bad. As my mate said, "It's coke in the salt sachets in KFC, because it's easier to get". So here's this guy, saying that my zoo is shite? So what did I do when he started saying we're all a bunch of thick people who work there?
For those who said the last one, award yourself a pint! For, let's be fair, I was the only one who understood the jokes about the staff. Especially one member. Bloke, about 17, works in sweet shop, cannot count to save his life, till is always in a mess, local lad, spotty as hell, cannot take his drink. I wonder who that can be? I was pissed, and I didn't want to make a scene. So I took his comments with a pinch of salt (or cocaine, as is the Birkenhead way).
 Well bang goes my degree. |
Possible update on the monitor. After discussing with my mum on the possibility of getting a new monitor for my PC, it was considered largely by me that getting a new PC (or, more specifically, nicking one from my gran's who, lets face it, never uses it) would be easier than pissing around with old monitors. This PC is slightly faster (P330) and has a large wad of RAM. However, the best thing is the graphics card. It's 16bit. This means I can:-
I can hardly wait. It's not deffo, but it should be okay, I hope.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
Just Prove Me Wrong
Proving R.L.O.C.C. wrong again, as some of you weren't happy with my last effort:-
Frosties (cool) + Tomato Ketchup (cool) = Tomato Ketchup flavoured Frosties (definitely not cool)
I win
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Rhys
The Lost Art of Blogging
Not everybody has the skills for writing one of these like I have. However, help is at hand from kind souls who post questions on their site, so that the egocentric but completely untalented individuals of this blogosphere have something to write about. One instance is something called Friday Five.
Being the talented wee Welsh blighter that I am, I have no need for this. However, I am intensely bored, but as I'm going swimming in a bit, I haven't got time to talk about how Arsenal are going out of Europe. So, instead, I'm going to post my answers to this week's "Friday Five"!.
Only trouble is that it isn't Friday, it's Thursday. So, I'll answer only three of the questions, because some I have no idea what they mean it makes sense, making it the "Thursday Three!"
1. Explain why you started to journal/blog.
I'm an egomaniac. I get a huge kick out of you visiting my site, and go half orgasmic (not really, but it makes good reading) whenever someone posts a comment.
2. Do people you interact with day to day or family members know about your journal/blog? Why or why not?
A few do. My mum's seen it, and plenty of my mates back home. However, one and only regular reader is my brother. I guess they love me, so they read it.
Skipped question's 3 and 4....couldn't be arsed.
5. Pimp five of your favorite journals/blogs.
this one, this one, this one, this one and this one.
Hardly worth the effort.
Oh yeah.....one more thing....ONE WEEK UNTIL FEEDER! (with the added attraction of Hell is For Heroes).
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Aha!
Still no update on the monitor, so this is just a small update. If the montior decides to behave itself, or (more convieniently) if I find a computer, then I'll post about Manchester United's fantastic display on how to play football in Europe. However, as I'm in a bitchy mood, I'm going to disprove something.
Roland's Law Of Cumulative Coolness.
Again, the second biggest event this week for the world (behind my monitor breaking, which has left my 20 million fans in disarray, wondering if they'll get their fix of me) is Google buying Blogger. Ro had thoughts on this, using his L.O.C.C., however, he didn't count their names:-
 | + |  | = |  |
So Blogger (which is cool), added to Google (which is cool), makes Boggle! This is not cool! It is the world's most frustrating game in the world EVER! You play it, and you end up losing to your little brother who somehow managed to find the word "Riotings", and you realise that Oxford English Dictionary doesn't include:-
And you don't stand a chance against anybody with a way with words they could give a Thesaurus a run for it's money (ie. anybody who took English A Level). Roland, whilst I don't deny you are a smart bloke. But with your Law Of Cumulative Coolness, you are most definitely WRONG!
Right, I promise not to talk about current affairs ever again, I know how many of you want to hear how I get pissed every night.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
Oh dear oh dear oh dear....
Computer's on the blink, so posts will be spasmodic at best for the next few days. Here's last nights events (in shortened form, Man U. is on downstairs).
And that's my life up until this point.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Oooh...business deal
Needless to say, unless you are posting from w.bloggar or have your head down the toilet while the blogging page where I make my magic, and you make your crap loads up, you'd probably be aware that "Big Nice Search Engine Type Situation" Google has gone up to Pyra Labs (the blokes who make it easy for me to post my thoughts) and said "oooh, we like your crap, here's a large sum of money, and it's mine now. Right, lets go for a pint.".
 Fortunately for Microsoft, the person who snuck into their headquarters in the dead of night and stuck a giant white pole in their front lawn was easily caught.. |
In summary, Google haven't pissed me off so far, so lets just wait and see what happens. If this deal means my blog is faster, archives don't screw up, and I get a pint from Google's head honcho..hey, more power to them
In Other News
Like a rabbit who only gets shagged 20 times a year, I'm not a happy bunny. Last night I did a fairly dumb thing in getting pissed while not going out until 2am. So I had a bugger trying to get to sleep. Also, some bastard's car alarm got set off at 6am this morning, and it went on for twenty fucking minutes. I'm sorry, but whenever I hear a car alarm, I don't think "ooh, some bad man is stealing someone's car, let's beat him with a stick.", I think "SHUT THE HELL UP!!" (one of my many talents is thinking in HTML code). For all you people out there who read this and work for someone like BMW, here's a tip:-
Car Alarms don't work, Flamethrowers Do....Right I'm off to prepare for this swanky meal.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
More groaning than a dodgy Dutch porno flick....
I just bought myself a webcam, click here to see it!
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Rhys
GINNER!!!
Random thoughts posted together for your visual enjoyment.
 Despite being top of the table, Arsenal fans have low self esteem. These actually want to be ginners! |
Something I've noticed, there seems to be a inverse correlation between the amount of Ginner in someone's hair, and ear size. Every proper ginner people I've seen have had really small ears. Anybody got any other thoughts of this?
 **drool** |
Okay, bear with me on this. Sod the cards and the flowers and the giant cuddly tiggers, as only birds getting shagged care about them, and beeline straight for the confectionary department. Go to somewhere like Thorntons and look for the heart shaped boxes. You will see that you get top shelf quality chocolate that if Willy Wonka Jr. would of made it, it would bring a proud tear to the eye of the senior (ie. the Continental range, or above) for rock bottom prices, that even us students can afford.
Of course, you could go forever for this, but there is abundance (not as much as after Easter, but it's nicer) of top notch chocolate now available dirt cheap. If you love choccys (like I do), it doesn't matter if they are in a heart shaped box, actually meant to be worn as underwear, or shaped like willies, eat it, it's all good.
Of course, when your mate comes into your room, that's when the problem starts:-
"Oh, you got a Valentine's gift?"
"Yeah, from a bird back home" (Make them struggle)
"Oh right, what does she look like?"
"You know, 6 foot, long blonde hair, big boobs, dad owns a pub. Y'know, the
usual."
[Short Pause]
"YOU BOUGHT THOSE YOURSELF DIDN'T YOU!?!"
[Long Pause]
"........yeah."
Humiliation from mates aside, it's chocolate, it's quality (not the shite you get in those little balls at Woolies pick and mix), and it's cheap. Check it out!
 The Love Song Fright Train known to his drinking buddies as Lionel Richie |
Tomorrow is going to be difficult. I'm having a formal dinner with wine in our halls. Unfortunately; me, alcohol and formality is like fat birds and thongs: they just don't go together. Etiquette isn't my strongest points, this was highlighted at the 6th Form dinner when a grand total of three forks were put in front of me. Luckily Danielle, a girl from back home who has the pleasure of been born the same day as me, ran me through the basics, so I didn't look like a tit.
Tomorrow however, I'll be alone. Multiple forks, academic gowns, and quite a number of bottles of plonk. I'm going to be bricking it!
The food promises to be good however, as we're now on Grade E meat. Grade E meat now consists of "rats and rejected Maccy D's Chicken Nuggets". Lucky us.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Let me tell y'all what it's like. Being male, middle class and white
.....orrrr maybe not.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
He's just a Skater Boy...she said 'I'll see ya later boy'....
And you thought I chose the title just for show...
I never thought it, but I'm following a fashion trend. Me, the leading fashion icon, following a trend? Get outta here. Unfortunately, it is true. I'm slowly, slowly becoming ever so slightly, to put it politely, 'Skater'.
Whether my emphatuation with Avril Lavigne is kicking in, or maybe me thinking Greenday is the greatest thing in music since Lionel Richie woke up one morning and rang up his manager and said "Listen to this, "You once...twice....three times a lady"", or maybe me staying up to some ungodly hour to watch UK Xtreme on Channel 5 (incedentally, the only thing on Channel 5 after 8 at night that isn't 15 year old porn. Ah well, that's minor channels for you). Or maybe some other reason.
Picture the scene, end of last year I recieved as a Christmas present a "Liverpool University" long sleeved T-shirt, you know the sort, the kind that Tony Hawk's wears (I'm not saying that Hawk's supports my uni....but still..). Unfortunately, my attempts to bring it back to the Uni went awry when, stupidly, I realised I couldn't fit in my bag. This meant it got left in Colwyn Bay.
Despite having a large scally population, and being Colwyn Bay closer to Liverpool than it is to Manchester, there is a majority of Man U fans there. Or maybe there isn't, it's just that the Man U fans are harder. So, going out in Colwyn Bay in a Liverpool Uni top may just of got me bludgened with a baseball bat, or summit.
Cue yesterday, about 8:00, and me getting a chill. The absolutely gorgeous weather we had took it's toll, as, once the sun when down, it went a bit parky. Not having a shirt, or any jumper. I needed something to wear more than a t-shirt, but was new. Something that was a bit, different. I grabbed my Liverpool Uni top, put it on, and then slipped one of my generic red t-shirts on over it. I looked a bit skater, but, bloody hell, it was comfortable.
You see, that's what sold it for me, comfort. I've not turned into one of those "I want to be different, so I'll dress exactly the bloody same as everybody else" skaters, or diehard skaters who can find a way to jump on their boards. I haven't even become a skater, I just wear a t-shirt over a long one. No biggie.
In other news
I've thoroughly enjoyed my weekend. I met people I haven't seen for yonks last night. And last night was worth coming home to, crashing the buffet was excellent and worthmissing Chesney Hawkes and Valentine's Day in Liverpool.
Which reminds me, I haven't actually checked my post from Friday, I may, may, just get lucky....
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Excuses, excuses, excuese
Okay, I'm quite pissed typing this up, if it don't make sense, fuck off.
 Yeah yeah, kiss my ass. |
- We don't care about the FA Cup, we're concentrating on the League.
- We don't care about the FA Cup, we're concentrating on the Champions League.
- We don't care about the FA Cup, we're concentrating on the Worthington Cup.
- We don't care about the FA Cup, or the Worthington Cup, we just want to kick the scouser's arses.
- Wiltord needed a goal.
- Pires dived more than the Kursk.
- You got a lucky deflection.
- We wanted to give a couple of Arse-hole-nal fans a trip to Cardiff.
- Cardiff is full of League Of Wales shite.
- The ref was abysmal.
- We put out a weakened squad.
- Wenger bribed the official.
- I didn't have a bet on Arsenal.
- I did have a bet on Manchester United.
- It was their turn to win.
- We got further than Manchester City.
- We got further than Liverpool...
- ...and we don't lose to Crystal Fucking Palace.
- We wanted to be nice.
- Giggs wasn't on the best form of his life.
- You're team is full of bleeding foriegners.
- FA Cup is a crap cup.
- We'd thought we'd be nice.
- I missed half the game, sleeping (yeah sue me).
- We didn't have Eileen Drury.
- We didn't have Terry Henry.
- You didn't play fair.
- You smelled funny.
- You hurt Beckham.
- We had Gary Neville playing.
- We were shite.
 Yeah yeah, I'm sorry. Get over it... |
Despite the fact that Valentine's Day was shite, as I didn't go out (as promised), I did go out tonight. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, just saw Dimps, Nat and Sibley. Now, dispite the fact that I've already apologised, whilst arguing with Wiz, Nat's boyfriend that Lionel Richie is a quality artist (why, I don't know, we both don't need convincing that he is), for this to the big man himself, I need to do so here, as I said I would:-
This is a very public apology coming up. Some time last week I said, in a matter of words, that cricket is boring. I'm here to say that actually, it isn't. It's actually good fun to watch. What made me say this? Well, I've been watching the Cricket World Cup, and become quite addicted to it. I've even watched some of it streamed off the internet in some of my Computer-Based Lectures. Oh the wonder of University 100Mb/s connections. So, Sibley, and all the Cricket loving inhabitants of the world. I'm going to be a man, and say I'm very, very, sorry.
Now Golf...pfft....there's a poofy sport for you.
|EDIT| Oh fucking hell I'm getting a hangover...
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Love Is Here
Cupid: Any more shit Valentine's Days from him and I'll shove that bleeding bow so far up his arse he won't know what hit him.
Happy Valentine's Day. Happy stupid shitty cheap way to make money Valentine's Day.
Also, I do set my standards a bit too high. I look at the birds and I say "Hmmmm...she's nice, but she's a minger/boring/poor/a lesbian/got a hard bloke/a sheepie". However, due to my naturally laid back stylee, I take this as one slight dink on my armour of greatness that is me, and get on with life. Until today.
Before anybody who's currently humping somebody shouts "It's Valentine's Day, get a bird and it'll all feel better", let me explain. I wouldn't normally be down on Valentine's Day, I just a chain of events that got me down. All occurring on Lime Street Station.
Ha ha! You stupid ginner |
This got me a little depressed, for my ticket said "Adult Single". Thanks for that British Rail (or whoever's screwing up the system). Also, there were loads of people snogging. The worst one was some ginner. Not an attractive ginner like that bird from X-Files, no. A pure, bright red haired, ugly as a slapped arse ginner. And yet, she was snogging! Oh dear. The only hope for me is that, by God, if she can do it, then so can I.
Ah fuck it, I don't care no more. To all those who got a card, just get your coat, cos you've pulled. To all those who sent a card, you're tools of the multi million pound card making blokes. Finally, to all those who saved themselves a couple of quid by not buying a car, go down to your local boozer, and have a pint. For, although it's Valentine's Day, it's also a Friday Night. And, like every other normal Friday. I hopefully am going out and getting nicely toasted.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Is there nothing I cannot do?
Well Bugger Me...
A nice review, and on some big badass blogging site, all in a space of 24 hours. Well I'll be fucked (please, it is Valentine's Day after all).
And I'd like to point out that I did nothing to appear on that site (except from writing this blog, because it'd seem very stupid me appearing on a blog site if I didn't have a blog, now, would it?)
|EDIT| Credit for the above goes to...errr.....who was it again?
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Rhys
Wait Ages For A Review....
...and then two come along at once. Yes, those nice nice blokes and birds at The Weblog Review have gotten
around to review this site, in a way to fuel my ego once again. For those of you who would
like to read it in full, then click here.
First lets start with moira's review. And bloddy hell, that bird's (I think, sorry if I'm wrong) got good taste.
"your host, Rhys Wynn, is Graham Norton on speed and too much fun to ignore."Forgiving the misspelt name and the comparison to a drugged up poofter, barely, I can compensate that with the fact that people don't ignore me. And no, it's not because of my 6'2", 160 pound-odd frame. It's my personality. Yeah.
"(I'm tempted to raise funds for him to get rid of the annoying Blogspot ad banner, though I suspect he'd put the money towards a pint.)"Damn straight I would. Send me money, send me beer, send it now.
 Me and Channy boy: Like that |
"it would star Jackie Chan - it's a rollercoaster of site, intensely personal and an addictive guilty pleasure."Now you really shouldn't of said that. Me and Jackie Chan are drinking buddies. We are two totally different people. Plus he's below me (violence is not the answer, every arguement should be settled with a drinking contest).
"Add to that Rhys' charming Welsh/Liverpudlian slang and you're hooked, ready to forgive the occasional assaults on traditional English."Ah, they deserve it. I love them really.
"It never overreaches or tries to be something it isn't - and more pointedly, it's ridiculously fun to read."There you go. All you doubters can kiss my ass. Or buy me a pint. Either way is good.
I really would love to pick up so much more out of that review, but I'm shit scared that the reviewer might somehow get onto this site and take offense. I really don't mean no offense. Honest.
The second review is by yz. It's not quite as praising as the one above, but, beggars can't be choosers, can they?
"Rhys's posts are actually quite a delight to read, what with his dramatic way of telling stories and usage of ample sarcasm."As if my ego needs more stroking.
"a glossary explaining names and locations that appear frequently in his blog (comes in handy, but I couldn't find Roland),"HA HA! You obviously don't make an impression.
"However if you enjoy Dave Barry-style rantings that causes you to read with an exasperated smile,"Thanks, but who's Dave Barry. This simile is like concorde, way, way way over my head (except when it was grounded).
In all fairness, props to yz and moira, as they were both very very nice towards me. I have this inflated ego because I truly believe this site is shite. So it's nice to know that it isn't, from time to time. I'm still going to be an egomaniac though.
Right, fuck this, I'm off to the boozer.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
It's sad, so sad, it's a sad sad situation.
 Everyday, I thank the Lord I'm Welsh |
Before I talk about the Kieron Dyer state that the national game is in at the moment, I must say a few things to cover my back. I'm quite aware that a fairly weak Wales squad only managed a draw against Bosnia-Hertzosummitorother, and it is only a friendly, both games. Friendlies don't count for anything except national pride. If you want any more consellation, China managed to draw with Brazil yesterday. So, you lost, no biggie.
 BIG JOHNNY HARTSON! |
Your goalkeeping problems are terrible. However, hope may be on the way in Robinson. Admittedly, he let a goal in at the end, but, by God, he did play well. The goal wasn't really his fault. He went down, and it was just slotted through his legs. He did pull off some good saves. David James also had a few good saves, and he'd make a great reserve keeper. However, Robinson, I believe, is the way to go. With either James or Richard Wright on the bench.
There were some great points though in Wayne Rooney, Franny Jeffers and Jermaine Jenas. All had excellent games, as did most of the younger contingent. Rooney had something like 4 shots on goal, 4 on target. Now, if you are a manager, that's what you want in your strikers.
So where do England go from here? I don't know. Give Sven more time with the players, it's one of those club vs. country things. But if the national game is so important to England (and it most definitely is), I'd let Sven have everybody he needs for every games.
And the FA better keep their grubby mitts of Sparky Hughes, or I'll beat them with a stick.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Monster
Raving Looneys
Him out of
Busted.
Election Fever has gripped The
Guild! Well, it has, if your defenition of "gripped" is "mildly interested if you are
involved, and annoying if you're not". Nevertheless, would be guild reps are walking around
on our nights out, quite literally plastering us with badges, stickers and other
paraphenalia so that we look like the proverbial
human-13-year-old-girlie-teenager-who's-obsessed-with-him-out-of-Busted's-wall, in the hope
that we may may vote for them.
I hate politics, so I'll be absinthe-ing (or whatever that word for 'not taking part' is). However, probably the best form of deciding the winner involves drink, and lots of it.
| Bush: Probably would win a drinking contest with Saddam. |
"Would you fight for me to stay in halls?"All questions asked to drunken candidates, none by me. Now, if we can only get Bush and Saddam to sit down with an endless supply of alcohol, we could probably solve the Middle East problems so easily.
"I want cheaper beer. I want it now."
"Two pints of Fosters and a pack of plain, and I'll vote for you." (didn't work)
"If I said 'I shagged your mammy/daddy/sheepie', how would you react?"
In Other, Non-Political Crap News
"LEADER! LEADER! LEADER!" was a familiar chant heard by members of my 10 strong group in the
'Let's get 200-odd people to make a website about Liverpool. It'll probably be crap, but we
don't care.' COMP106 practical project. Why is there a leader chant? Well, like Moses to the
Israelites (don't quote me on that, my bible knowledge is very sketchy at best), I have to
lead the 'Art in Liverpool' to the 'ooh, their website is quite good, A++!' promised
land.
So how did I get this role? I'd love to say it was because of my five year knowledge of the intricate working of these blighters, but I can't. It was a "lets pick some guy at random" type situation, and, grudgingly, I accepted the role.
So what does it involve? Well, I've got to not only do some research into 'Art in Liverpool', do some design work, and bring both together from the rest of the group in an orgy of design related shenanegans. And liase with the nerdy management group.
 NERRRRDD!!! |
 Charlotte from Ash. You happy now Roland? |
- It's a bloody tricky song to sing.
- The bloke from Ash isn't a good singer in the first place.
Right, the bar's calling me. I deserve a results celabratory pint. There'll probably just be a small writing tomorrow. Don't complain, or I'll beat you with a stick.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes, Daddy was an Blogaholic.
Probably inspired by my bloody fantastic test scores, I'm *treating* you to so many titbits today, it's almost scary. Here's another one.
Kind of furthering strengthening the link to the almost symbiotic relationship of blogs and those wierd quizzes that go everywhere, there's now a "Are you a blogaholic?" one, asking you if, quite literally, you are the sort of person who spends more time writing to people than actually having stuff to write. Anyway, yours truly has taken this test, and here is the basic jist of my results.
Your Score: 72%
Average Score: 43.3%
What This Means: "You are a dedicated weblogger. You post frequently because you enjoy weblogging a lot, yet you still manage to have a social life. You're the best kind of weblogger. Way to go!"
There'll be one more post today, later on, where I typically highlight the days events. I bet you cannot wait. Everybody'll like it, as it'll have pictures. Not pretty pictures, but pictures nonetheless.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Look at you now you're all in my hands...toooniiiiiiggghhhhttt
Today I got my exam results for my degree (so far). After no hard work, this is the day that I've been dreading for yonks. Would my abysmal handwriting haunt me? Would it fuck. If you are right now thinking "hmm....Rhys, what did you actually get? I do similar models, and whilst I undstand that Rhys can kick my ass at everything, I would like to see what he got in relation to mine in a comparison type situation." Well whooppee you! I have kindly provided this to you.
| Rhysie Boy's Official Test Scores 2002/2003 | Subject | Score |
| Digital Electronics | 66% |
| Java | 64% |
| Engineering Analysis | 74% |
| Problem-Based Learning | 61% |
| Application of Computers + Professional Skills | 76% |
| Internet Skills | 70% |
| Multimedia, Concepts + Practice | 82% |
So that's that done. Now I can go back to Kareoke, drinking, and all other shenanegans that us student blighters get upto.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Behold! Possibly the most evil force in Professional Wrestling. Big Fat Welsh Bloke!
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 330lbs
From: Wales
Special Move #1: He hides a naturally exploding sheepie in his mask, then when the referee's not looking, he throws it at his opponant, causing massive death + destruction.
Special Move #2: 'The Daffodill Drop'. He pulls out a daffodill from underneath the ring, then climbs the turnbuckle, and elbow drops the daffodil onto the opponant. Opponant never gets up from that.
Theme Music: Orchestral Piece beginning with: "He's big, he's fat, he thinks you are a twat. He's Big Fat Welsh Bloke!", sung by Tom Jones.
Naturally, you are very, very scared.
Props to some bloke for the link, who gave props to some bird for the link, who gave props to another bird for the link, who gave props to another bird for the link. As that bloke in that Disney film once sang, "It's a small world after all...".
|EDIT| I'm quite aware that some individuals (namely Roland) will say 'That Big Fat Welsh Bloke has changed'. The thing is, that he has. The other one was boring. Nevertheless, they'd both kick your ass.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
Toilet Trouble
Today, we had to queue for the toilet. Let me repeat that.
Today, we had to queue too use a fucking toiliet. All the birds
out there will be saying "so what?", but for us blokes,
we are used to the in out and wash hands in three seconds. Flat.
Two, if the wind's behind you. To wait for nearly 30 seconds for
a wee wee is annoying. Males were given doodaa's so that we could
come in, do your business (if you want to impress, make your
business a sizable distance from the can) and leave, not pissing
(no pun intended) about. Admittedly, sometimes the old brewer's
droop kicks in, and a few people (not be) get intimidated into
not going. Even so, it's 20 seconds, tops. Why am I complaining
about it? I planned for a normal bloke tinkle, and got a queue a
mile long, and missed the start of a lecture. Surely, if I can be
excused for train failure, then I can be excused for toilet break
irregularites, surely?
In Other News
Despite toilet trouble, I had a fairly good day. Nothing
really special happened, except for the "Well it was funny
for me type situation" involving 'heads'. Nothing really
else to say about it. You may say "Rhys, that boring",
I don't care.
Y'see my little blighters, I could use a few quiet days. My body, like most of the money in a bird's handbag at the start of another bleeding shopping trip, is spent. I need the quiet life. I need normality. I need fishing. I need cricket. I need everything that's boring, normal, and cheap. I need a break.
Keep the Faith
Rhys
I'm on a rolla-gay
The Cure: Friday, I won't probably be in love. But it's a cool song nontheless.
What
did I
tell you?
I'm on a bit of a roll today. Last night was my luckiest night I've had in ages. Won jackpot on the fruit machine, pulled, and got pissed-sans-hangouvere (as the frogs'd say). I cannot remember too much else about that night, so don't ask.
Lyrics of the moment (this came on the radio, and I thought it was kinda ironic):-
I don't care if Monday's blue,
Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too,
Thursday I don't care about you,
it's Friday I'm in love
The Cure - "Friday I'm in Love" (1997)
Today, shock horror, I actually had a funny Data Structures (no, I'm being serious..)! Yes, it was probably me, but we were talking about linked lists, another exciting way to store data. Anyway, each blob of data on the lists has something to tell you where it is, called a head. (can you see where this is going?). We had to create two functions, one to assign a 'head' to a data, the other to obtain a value of 'head'. Below is a (rough) transcript of the conversation:-
"We will need to functions, givehead() and gethead()."
"givehead(), that gives head to a data structure."
"it does yes."
A bigger update will probably come tonight.
Keep the faith
Rhys
Should I stay or Should I go?
Suddenly, Leo realised that curry he had last night wasn't such a good idea.
Last night we went to check out 'Catch Me If You Can', the other
film out at the moment starring Leonardo DeCraprio (or whatever
his name is). For those of you who haven't seen it, here's the
general jist of it: American bloke, mid teens, decides to become
a pilot for the only reason is that they're loaded. Doesn't make
it, but pretends that he does. Also becomes a doctor and lawyer
bloke to get fat paydays. He is then chased by big nasty Tom
Hanks guy all around the world for major fraud type situation,
whilst shagging some bird called Brenda (who everybody assumed I
fancied on the account that we both have braces). All in all: Top
Spielberg based true story adaptation for family viewing!
In other news
Today, thanks to the afformentioned brace needing the ever so
slight adjustment, I've been to the dentist. Fortunately, I
missed Data Structures. I'm probably still going to have to write
a grovelling letter though. Never mind.
As Nu-Metal Fathers Korn once sang "I'm here to Stay". Well, in Liverpool up until Friday (at the earliest). After Friday, I haven't a clue. Like everything, there are pros and cons (or "Costs and Benefits", if you're to be an Economic Twat) for both sides. Lets look at them shall we:-
 Chesney Hawkes: Did he sing owt else? |
- I may just get a Valentine's Day card (see more in the next bit).
- I get to see Chesney Hawkes (he sang student anthem "I am the One and Only", and not much else, if you needed to know).
- I don't miss Data Structures on Monday morning.
Reasons for Going
- Okay, let me be realistic, there is more chance of Elvis returning to Earth on a UFO that lands on the Loch Ness Monster's head than me getting a Valentine's Day card. I haven't exactly set anybody's life alight with my presence.
- The bar is playing a stupid game to get singletons like me together, and I really cannot be arsed with it.
- I miss Chesney Hawkes.
- I don't spend as much money.
- I miss Data Structures on Monday morning.
This week is going to be a busy week, so I'll decide later the time. I'll let you know [guitar solo] should I stay or should I go.
Right I'm off now, someone has walked into the computer room and he smells funny.
Keep The Faith
Rhys
