George - The Blog

Yes, it’s 5.35am.

I have, for the first time in 14 or so years, watched the first episode of Power Rangers. I figured with the previous post in my blog being of a somewhat heavy tone, a lighter subject was required. And this is it.

OK, I know what y’all are thinking. Well, actually I don’t. But I can make a pretty good guess at what y’all are thinking: “What the hell is he doing watching Power Rangers?” Well, why the hell not? I mean, from the opening riff of the theme tune, to the really bad dress sense (but spectacularly coherent colour co-ordination) of all the protagonists, it embodies the early 90s in the best possible way. And it had a rather tasty looking girl as the Pink Ranger.

For those, unfortunate and overly deprived souls, who have yet to see the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers (and I’m not on about the ABOMINATION of a film license, but I’ll get onto that in a bit, it begins with some stupid people (read: American astronauts. All those Ph. D.s mean nowt to teenage action storylines) opening an “intergalactic dumpster” and release Rita Repulsa, a very badly lipsynced woman of Asiatic origin, yet with a voice curiously comparable to Tina Turner played at high speed. Though the actress playing Rita could probably sing better. Except for Goldeneye. Cos I liked that song. And film. But not as much as A View To A Kill. Bugger, I’m digressing again.

As I was saying, Rita is released by these astronauts, and proceeds to attack the “nearest planet” (or Earth as she proclaims in the opening credits. I really wish that editors would keep things in context!) This then causes an earthquake (for some reason) which in turn prompts Zordon and his rather neurotic android sidekick to basically kidnap 5 token “overbearing and over-emotional humans” or teenagers as society would like to call them.

Finding such a group of teenagers, especially ones who are whiter than driven snow, and are of strong, typical American, values must be nigh on impossible. But no! There lies a small, but fictional, town known as “Angel Grove” where 5 such miscreants reside. And lo! They’re all best buddies!! There’s all 5 food groups represented: A male African-American dancer, with the typical turn-of-the-decade “Carlton from the Fresh Prince” hair style; a female Caucasian gymnast, who was typically “Oh, I don’t think I can save the world…. NOT!”; a male Caucasian karate instructor, who embodied the typical American jock - but with a not-so-chiseled-jaw look; a male Caucasian geek (they hadn’t invented female geeks at that point yet), who always had that desperate “I know y’all are just hanging around with me so y’all can look great” look (and a pair of dungarees); and finally, the female Asian-American, who was there just to make up the numbers.

Yeah, so these 5 kids get kidnapped, turn into the power rangers and beat up the monster with their big robot. OK, so I got a little bored after writing about the cultural tokens playing the teenage roles, and now I’m bored of writing about the Power Rangers. But it is 6.14am (according to my trusty KDE based timepiece) so I believe I should be forgiven.

But yeah, I used to watch Power Rangers when I was of the age where I should’ve known better. And I watched it again, not 40 minutes ago. Ad I most DEFINITELY should know better.

OK. I think I’m on the way to passing out, and it’s become light outside. I’m just rate upset that I don’t have the money to go to McDonald’s to get breakfast. So instead I shall have noodles. YUMM!!!

Laters y’all,
:o)

I’ve just been told that both my cousin and his girlfriend are both in a stable, but still serious, condition.

I was also told that the police have arrested and charged five 15-17 year olds.

FIVE PEOPLE!

Five people attacked my cousin and his girlfriend… And although robbery has not been ruled out as the motive, the police believe that it may have been simply because they wore “alternative” clothing.

I feel physically sick.

(That means ‘For the mother fucking fail!!!’)

ITT we shall discuss how much my skillz are the FAIL!

Pong. Pong is most probably as ubiquitous as the Hello World program. Everyone knows of/has played Pong. It is a quintessential piece of history that any game developer needs to know of.
Which makes the fact that I can’t even create a clone of the bastard more harder to swallow. This, coupled with the need for me to actually pull my finger out and revise for my resit on Thursday, is making me a very upset little bunny.

Very upset.

There is so much fail in my programming skill at the moment, it is completely ludicrous. It is as if my whole being is saying “Do Not Want” whenever I try to express an idea as even 1 single line of code.

I have an amazing feeling of déjà vu from the Easter time period. Except this time it’s a little worse than what it was then. This is the whole “your degree rests on the fact that you need to pass this exam” thing. But it’s as if I’m subconsciously sabotaging the my chance to pass this year, in much the same way I was subconsciously sabotaging the chance for me to go to America for my year abroad.

desu desu desu desu desu desu desu desu desu

I need to get away from Leeds for a while, but unfortunately I’m in a little bit of a pickle in as much as I have nowhere I could go. Home (Rochdale) is not an option, unless I wanted to go fully insane, most of the people I know are in Leeds at the moment, I haven’t got that much money so a jaunt abroad is pretty much ruled out.

FOR THE FUCKING LOSE!!!!
Goddamn it. I so need to vent. Cos it bodes ill. It bodes very ill.
The last time I was like this, was after my first girlfriend dumped me and got with the barman who worked at the pub I was living at. I played the whole “keep cool and let it pass” thing, like now, but I lacked the experience to deal with it. Seems said experiences aren’t easily obtained.

AM I SUCH A BAD PERSON FOR THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME TWICE????

It seems that history repeats itself all the time.
That fucks me off…

This is getting way too much for me to deal with.
Karma will sort everything out.

(And for those who are interested Sarah [the first gf] is still with Tim [the barman]. Which, again, bodes very ill for my faith in Karma.)

The decision has been made, and I’m going to have to stick to my convictions and see it through.

It has to happen. It’s for the best.
Edit: And now it has happened. We shall see if how much better it gets.

It’s senseless really.

Background: My cousin, whilst going home from a night out with his girlfriend last night (Saturday) was beaten by a gang of youths. He is now in a medically induced coma, in order to stabilise his condition. They stole his phone, but rang an ambulance for him.

Big of them really wasn’t it?

:o(

Well, not exactly before, but near as dammit… I will have some food first, like

Anyways, I’m a victim of my own imagination sometimes - and it makes me sad. So, in order to not give my imagination any unnecessary fuel I’ve had to make some very hard decisions.

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… but I sure as hell hate the hairstyles that were sported in said decade.
Mullets, the lot of them. But Pat Sharp was/is a deity; all hail Pat Sharp!

Image taken from Wikipedia (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9b/Funhousesharp.gif)

Hehe. Yes, I know it’s 04:22 (at time of writing) and I should be in bed, asleep, but I thought this would be the best opportunity to do some blogging.

And I’m not drunk. I’m completely sober. For a change.

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Yeah, so I’m gonna start blogging on this thing again.
S’pose it’s better than arsing around on WoW or Facebook all day, innit?

This is sooooo much fun.

I think.

Meh!

Laters y’all
:o)

… I call it the end of the honeymoon period.

There have been a multitude of “I love my friends”, “You guys are great” and even a “I doubt that I’ll be keeping in touch” posts on Facebook, various blogs and other sources of the interweb (I myself have just posted one such thing). One person said it was “End-of-term-itis”, which is a valid, logical explaination of why moods have been swyaing of late. My theory is that the end of the “honeymoon period” as arrived.

“Everybody’s friendship’s are different.”

Which is extremely accurate, but all have a common denominator - the honeymoon period. Some friendships last out without hitting that invisible limit, whereas others hit it at a fairly rapid pace. I consider myself lucky in some respects that the friends I have I have never hit that barrier with, but sometimes it can be a curse as well as a blessing… (more…)

So, in true insomniac fashion, I have decided to make an entry in my blog again. The fact that there is probably nothing actually of interest to be found in here is quite a moot point, it’s the act of posting that matters.

Anyways, I have just whittled my Facebook groups membership count from 80ish to 10.

I’m currently in the throes of finishing off my SY22 coursework (after a few hours kip, it seems like the most logical thing to do - plus it’s giving me a chance to get some practical “experience” using Subversion)

And I think that I’m just going to plod along on this rocky road that is life, one step at a time.

:o)

(Yes a blatant plagiarism of Doctor Strangelove’s title, but meh… fair use, I claim )

Well, seeing as my sleep patterns seem to be fubar, this morning I decided to have a quick look at all the websites I’ve neglected over the past few weeks/month or so and catch up on all the various happenings in the friendly world of cyberspace.

One such site was socgossip.com, a site which is geared towards letting a group of students from the School of Computing compose articles, some with meaningful content, and others a little more “imaginative”. The premise behind this site, IMO, is one of giving the students a non-academic-based forum in which to “gossip” about the others (and I use the term loosely) Most of the postings are syndicated from the personal blogs of the handful of authors, while one or two had authoring accounts on the system itself.

Now when I came to look upon the hallowed writings of my friends a little earlier on (c. 5.30 am - yes, AM!!), I was greeted by a message informing me that the site was “temporarily offline”, pending policy clarification from the School of Computing. “Strange,” I thought to myself.

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