There are some really sappy, yucky, horribly gross things that some couples do to display their affection for one another but do you know what's really really sickly? That's when their affection spills over onto the Internet and they get a “joint” email address. You know the ones… stuff like “gemmaandpaul@hotmail.com” or “davelovessarah@hotmail.com” or even “us@peteandmary.com”
Eugh… what are you people thinking. Get your own bloody email addresses, you might be in love but you don't have to live in each others in-boxes as well!
Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger bugger BUGGER! Last night I decided I'd gotten bored of the green and stuck on some black hair dye. Now you'd think being the darkest colour in the world ever black would wipe over pretty much every colour going right? WRONG. Turns out… black dye on top of green dye somehow miraculously creates a rather daft looking coppery/gingery/brown/black combo even when you re-dye it again afterwards! Goddamit I'm now seeing what it's like to be on the other end of ginger jokes!
After re-reading the instructions they do recommend that you “de-colourise” your hair before using the black dye. Ah well… looks like the bleach may well be coming out to play tonight!
I tell you something… I'm never going to look at glamour models the same way again. The following website shows pictures of models before and after they've been digitally retouched/airbrushed. http://homepage.mac.com/gapodaca/digital/bikini/index.html
As a webdesigner sometimes you have to build really, really DULL websites. Websites where the client insists on a blue and grey colour scheme with reams of dull text and nothing that you can connect with in anyway shape or form. Then occassionally a really good website will come your way… Something that you can really get your teeth into, a job where you and the client are on the same wavelength and agree on everything. Yesterday one of those jobs landed on my door step. The people I'm designing a website for sell accessories for air guitar enthusiasts! It's great, cos I'm a real fan of air guitar myself and I while away many an hour rocking out to greenday! Plus I get to run wild with the website and I'm in the process of designing a really grungy messed up layout.
I just know I'm going to enjoy this job sooooo much. It's jobs like these that make me remember why I love webdesign so much!
Yeah yeah… I know I haven't blogged in like a week but I've been embroiled in a post birthday boozy haze of partying, drinking and driving (obviously… not all at the same time). I think I might be a bit quieter than normal on the blogging front over coming weeks because:
a) Due to the Xmas rush I'm up to my nuts in orders for
b) Stuff's a bit on the boring side at the mo and I don't really have a lot to talk about
c) I have a million and one projects that I've started, not finished but I'm determined to have made some serious progress on by the end of the year so rather than blogging I'll be trying to dedicate some time to these things (although I'll still try and blog at least once a week).
d) I have just bought GTA San Andreas and it is bloody addictive. I've had to tell the missus to hide the disc from me so I can only play it when I have nothing better to do.
So… I'll still be blogging, but probably not every day until I've cleared my backlog.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes guys. Much appreciated.
I had a pretty nice birthday, nothing overly exciting but it could of definitely been a whole lot crappier. Although my birthday wasn't until Tuesday the missus decided to catch me off guard by having the living room all decorated out with candles and having a nice table for two set-up with a nice meal and champagne when I got home from work. She cooked me a lovely spag bol with a prawn cocktail to start and coffeechoc mousse thingy for pud and it was abso-fucking-lutley delicious. The following morning I was woken with a kiss and a cup of tea and a barrage of birthday cards (total of ?50 in birthday money woo hoo!). Then the girlfriend presented me with my presents from her. This year she took the hint's and bought me some really dudey presents, namely the Farscape Series1 box set (24 hours of sci-fi/muppet show bliss!) and Dan Cederholm's (of simplebits.com) Book “Web Standards Solutions“.
What more could an uber geek want? ;o)
For lunch I went out for a meal of beer and scampi (and chips) with my bestest buddy, then upon returning home from work I was greeted by a birthday cake and a nice chicken dinner from the missus.
I then sat and watched a couple of episodes of Farscape while she had a bath and got ready then we went up to the pub for a few bevies. We came home a bit pissed and the missus passed out in the bedroom at which point I sat and watched another 3 hours of Farscape before finally retiring to bed at around 1am.
All in all, not a bad birthday. I think it would have been a bit shit had the missus not gone out of her way to make it nice for me.
It's my birthday tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be 23 years since my mum went to the loo expecting to take a crap and had my horned head burst out through her ass with the intention of terrorising the world until the end of my days. OK… that's not strictly true. It was a pretty normal birth except for the fact I was 9 1/2 pounds (huge by comparison to modern babies) and I managed to make a mess of the midwife's shoes as I entered the world.
I went to a local art shop yesterday to buy some pics for the new caf? my missus is opening in the new year and while we were there, I came across this brilliant print of Johnny Rotten (Lead singer of the Sex Pistols):
I would just love to have that image blown up and airbrushed in grey scale onto the big green wall in my office. It would look abso-fucking-lutley AMAZING!
I've been thinking lately that perhaps I might have a bit of Vampire in me. Lets look at the facts:
1. I have big fangs. If fact, I have HUGE fangs (top and bottom). I've never known anyone with such naturally large fangs.
2. I like biting people. I also like being bitten (ask the missus she'll tell you!).
3. I have pale skin and avoid sun light almost religiously.
4. I'm a night person.
5. I can turn into a bat (only kidding! - although, it would be cool!).
6. I dress in mostly black most of the time.
7. I have adverse reactions to religious relics (like the pope!)
Perhaps I should consider giving up my day job and becoming a full time blood sucker )
(I can just see the headlines now - man gives up job as web designer to spend life sucking the blood from young virgins).
I've just come back from the Rememberance Sunday parade in Droitwich. It's nice to see so many people gathered together in rememerbance, but it bothers me that out of the whole population of the town, so few actually make the effort.
I think it's partially because the whole ceremony is very religion based (hymns, prayers and the whole thing is led by a local Catholic Minister). In this day and age more and more people are turning their backs on religion, however I don't think people should turn their backs on showing support for such a noble cause. If it *is* the religious aspect that is scaring people off then perhaps the people behind the ceremony should consider removing it from the agenda. Then again, it's hard to pay your respects without prayer so that's probably not going to happen.
I suppose the other thing that could be keeping people away is that they're a bunch of big lazy fat arsed shites. Those people that don't come down simply because they can't be bothered need a kick up the arse. If it wasn't for the efforts of the people we remember on this day by now pretty much the whole world would be under Nazi rule and I don't think the world would be as nice to live in as it is today.
If you didn't go this year, next year make the effort and show your support.
Saturday night. Party night. The night to go out and get smashed with all your mates and dance like an idiot. What have I done tonight? First me and the Missus went to Morrisons to do our weekly shopping. What fun. Now I'm sitting at my computer browsing blogexplosion sites, eating a pot noodle and drinking Bloody Mary's ala Andy. (like a normal bloody mary but with twice as much freshly squeezed lemon juice and extra tabasco - these things kick like a mule on steriods!).
I don't know when it happened, but at some point in my life I've become boring. I guess it's part and parcel of getting older and settling down but it seems my days of going out on the piss 5 out of 7 nights each week are well and truely behind me.
Don't get me wrong, I love my “new” life but from time to time I miss those old days where my only priority was getting enough money together to go out and party (read my old entries from the early days of my blog to see what I mean!). I guess I gotta get my shit together and start going out more, but It's kinda tough when you have to find money to pay the bills as well.
I recently signed up for that blogexplosion thingy that everyone is talking about. It's a cool concept and I'm sure that if they approve my account It'll probably help generate me a whole heap more traffic, but it has bought one especially horrible realisation in out of the cold. There are a whole heap of crap blogs out there. Not because of the content, but because of the awful writing styles of people (hell… I could be one of them!). It really does my head in spending 30 seconds staring at a blog with all of the characters alternating between UpPeR aNd LoWeR cAsE lIkE tHiS or a blog where wordz are ended in Z's instead of S's!
Then there are those whose websites are so utterly dull they're hardly worth reading. Can you believe there are people out there that write about their weekly visit to church (EVERY WEEK!) and not a lot else. The there are the teeny girls going on and on and on about how nobody understands them and how the boy they fancy doesn't know who they are. *yawn*.
The blogosphere is seriously overloaded with crap and I think perhaps some official body should be setup to control the growth of blogs and organise cullings of blogs that haven't been updated for more than a month or written using L33T speak or either of the offences mentioned above. Then again… I'm hardly a huge contributor myself, so I'd probably be one of the first to get the boot.
That's given me an idea. Big Blogger, an online gameshow where ten bloggers compete to get the most traffic to their blogs at the end of each week, the blogger with the least amount of traffic gets booted from the game and the one left and the end of 10 weeks wins a mega brill super prize! Could be fun!
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I've just come back from the Rememberance Sunday parade in Droitwich. It's nice to see so many people gathered together in rememerbance, but it bothers me that out of the whole population of the town, so few actually make the effort.