At last, I have the Internet back! Still need to make a few hardware changes but I'm good to go! My phone is messed up too. I can't receive text messages and a few apps constantly force close ;_; . I have a lot of catching up to do but for now a few hours of overdue sleep.
Looking forward to seeing what everyone has been up to :D
I'm sleep deprived and this post is actually three days old. I'll explain all in tomorrow's post (will contain rage) but for now a little something I wrote before I became cranky.
Learnt something new about myself yesterday. Just like to put this in, I am not a drinker. I don't drink. I don't like drinking. No offense to those who enjoy drinking, alcohol tastes of flourine and racoon piss. So yeah. We had our staff christmas party last night. It was at a restaurant. I, like many of my colleagues, turned up for the free food and had planned to leave while the night was young. The plan was to go raving. But they didn't. Instead they decided to stay and see what else I would say or do whilst "under the influence". Remember I said I don't drink? When in Rome... Everyone ordered a drink and it was free so I jumped on the bandwagon. Ordered a few drinks, downed a glass of rosè wine and my image was tarnished. Turns out I'm a sort of a living Poe. I was sober as a bear with nunchucks in a hot summer evening but because of the things I said and the way I acted they all assumed I was drunk. If they hung out with me outside of work they'd know I play the jester in public. But maybe telling a little kid to piss off when he came over to my table was a bit on the concern-raising side (I was trying to have an in-depth discussion about wikileaks and he interrupted me!). It got to a point where the waiter wanted to make sure I was alright. I had to read the alphabet backwards. Twice! F***ing nailed it, though.
I left at midnight because I had work in the morning and live bloody far but all in all it was a good night.
Sister chose the colour of the stones and I went along with it because I didn't care. In hindsight I should have said no -_-'. Pinkish purple is the least mutant ninja colour I can think of (yeah that's right Donatello I said it!). I'll probably buy green stones sometime this week.
The turtles are yellow bellied sliders. Right now they're about 4cm from head to tail but can grow beyond 15cm. They can live for longer than 40 years in captivity. Contrary to popular beliefs they are freakin' fast. You'll have to hold them carefully other wise they'll scamper off your hands and jump off.
Guess I have teenage mutant kamikaze turtles.
Their names are Blockblock and The Wizard. Yep, I chose the names. I had to. If I left that responsibility to my siblings they would've chosen stupid non-turtle names like emerald or robert.
Maybe I'll dress them up as Leonardo and Raphael one day and do a figure review on them :) .
The background is a collection from a work created by artist Leonid Tishkov and taken by photographer Boris Bendikov. The image on the bottom right corner is my favourite (as you've probably guessed) and I have been using this photo as my blogger thumbnail for quite some time. I figure now would be a good a time as any to give credit where credit is due :)
The banner should be a little familiar too. It's been my background for the last couple of days and I thought it would work nicely as a banner to compliment the new background (sticking to my blue/yellow colour palette). No idea what the source of the image is as I got it from the weegees over at 4chan.
The font used for McRohanheim is Deutsche Zierschrift by Dieter Steffmann. I got it from dafont.com and if you aren't aware it's a website where users can download and upload fonts. It's pretty cool so check it out if you're looking for a new style.
In case you were wondering, the font I used for my old banner is also from dafont; CreatorCampotypeSmcp by Andi Aw Masry.
No news on the robbers. Didn't get a chance to talk to the security officers yesterday and I've got the next few days off so I'll withhold my investigation for now.
Now, what should I do in my free time? There's a poll up so vote!
(working on webcomic and studying are not part of free time -_-)
This happened on Sunday sometime between 11:30am and 11:34am. The Ernest Jones store next to where I work was broken into and robbed.
In broad daylight! The robbers drove into the mini-mall (outside) with mopeds/motorbikes, smashed the glass, stashed handfuls of jewellery in bags and took off. I was in the lower floor of my store and missed the whole thing. When I got up there all I could see was a shop assistant sitting on the floor crying.
The mall has 4 or 5 mall security officers and each store has its own security guard (the security guard in my store was in the elevator at the time). None of the mall security officers were patrolling the area. They were all in the office. Convenient?
I think it was an inside job. In order to execute their plan, they must have had a lot of confidence they wouldn't get caught. Not much more to report. I'll update this page if I receive new information today.
Bah. I wanted to write this post two days ago but my internet's been on the fritz. Soon as I remember I have blogger on my droid, the freak snowstorm dies and the snow melts, ruining any further veterinary war against the weather stories I may have.
Aaaaaaanyway. True story. I was ice racing against a stranger.-
CONTEXT CHECK: Ice Racing (working title) is a sport between two or more strangers where the aim is to overtake and be in front of a stranger for as long as the parties are walking in the same direction. Doesn't sound too hard. Or fun. But this is where the difficulty kicks in. The footpath is paved with ice. Run or walk carelessly and you take the risk of falling. That would be embarrassing and may make baby jesus cry. The game is over when neither of the participants are walking tangibly.
-So I'm walking home from a bookstore minding my own business when a young lad overtakes me. As he walks passed he turns his head to look at me then turns it back. The little bastard was mocking me! The race was on. He looks back again and walks faster. I speed up. He looks back once more, jumps on to the road and starts running. The roads are ice free so he's breaking the rules here. This pissed me off. Didn't his mother teach him to avoid angering a crazy man wearing a black trench coat, lest the man stick on his shadow and bludgeon him with a copy of Richard Dawkins The greatest Show on Earth? Getting side-tracked here. I ran on the front lawns of the neighbouring houses to catch up to him. He slows down to a halt, and gets on the bus. -__-' It hit me. He was looking back to see how far away the bus was. He sticks one foot in the bus and looks at me, preventing the bus from leaving so I can get on. His charity caught me by surprise. I didn't know what to do. I got on the bus, thanked the boy, and rode the bus to the next bus stop where I got off and walked back.
And that's the end of that chapter. Tune in tomorrow for another exciting episode of the Non-Adventures of Triviaman.
I didn't want to write another post until I had my webcomic site up and running but that's taking much longer than expected (partly because I'm an idiot but only just).
I'm on my way to take the driving theory test but I lost my license paper counterpart and missed my bus due to the ice (did not expect a snowstorm at all). The buses are running a time bendingly slow service and I'm going to be half an hour late for the test. If I turn up they'll say, "even if we let you take it now it wouldn't matter because you don't have your license paper counterpart", yet I'm going through the trek anyway.
My wallet is empty, my bank card is at home and my oyster card (travel card) has enough fare for one trip so I'll have to walk for an hour in the residue of snow's slippery brother to get home. Also, the smell of my hairspray is more potent than both my deoderant and perfume combined.
This isn't the best of days. Sometimes I think my life would be so much better if I were a blues singer, or owned Virgin Media. I have strong reasons to believe it would.
Edit: Turns out replacing my counterpart will cost £20 and I have to book my theory again. I basically spent £50 to do a bit of light cardio. Just f***ing great.