THIRTEENTWELVE

Some facts related to my big college project that I gotta hand in tommorow at 3:30pm

3:30pm
Words - Area

524 - about
531 - proposal
1111 - brief-history
0 - reading (needs writing)
1234 - experiences
2869 - online
2944 - virtual-you
1209 - profiles
419 - electronic-piece (unfinished)
1561 - how-to: appendix (only 28 mine*)
6097 - glossary: appendix
226 - help

3554 - research (2000 suggested)
5813 - software evaluations (2000 suggested)
419 - development (4000 suggested, done design/development work also)
17670 - total w/ appendix
16137 - total w/appendix - only my words*
10012 - total w/out appendix
16389 - total w/out about, proposal and help, but w/ appendix
14856 - total w/out about, proposal and help, but w/ appendix - only my words*
8731 - total w/out appendix, about, proposal and help
(12000 suggested, done design/development work also)

18939 - guestimate total w/ appendix
17658 - guestimate total w/out about, proposal and help, but w/ appendix
16125 - guestimate total w/out about, proposal and help, but w/ appendix - only my words*

10000 - guestimate total w/out appendix, about, proposal and help

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While listening to the discovery channel while rushing through my uni work at 1 in the morning a couple of days before the big deadline I hears a great line in a program about stigmata.

Some fella had tested the oils being weeped off some Virgin Mary figurine thing and found it was 40% chicken fat and 60 % olive oil.

He said "It hard to see the rationale in higher beings communicating to us by olive oil and chicken fat. If there are higher beings, could they please be more obvious with their messages".

lol

Just been laughing my ass off to Optimus Prime saying "here comes that sinking feeling" in season 2 episode 47, "Kremzeek!" on the season 2 box set 2 disk 1.

Have fun with iraqi children holding a sign and a soldier (also)

The random thing is a little hit and miss, theres some gems to be spotted if you have time though.

(cheers Majik Dragon)

Piss. Never swap hair dyes when you've found one you like.

Lets hope this site and this site help me out here.

The blue-black Garnier 100% color I cant recommend - as its as runny as shit. Then of course cos i've dyed the carpets I now also have hair dye on my shoulders and face which I need to shift (though that will be with nail polish remover probably) cos I've been scrubbing at the dam carpets.

The smell of vinegar is making me feel ill too. Arse.

I also just signed up for my free gmail account, which being a blogger user we get to do now and not later. So I've secured 13twelve at gmail.com as my own (nice to get there first) and will possibly start to think about migrating from another.com to gmail.com sometime (probably not soon).

(So far I dont have any "invite your friends" things popping up either)

And yes yes this just means I'm once again more part of the problem blah blah blah blah.

I work in a shop, wear expensive shoes, drive a car and plug google. Big deal.

I just nearly spat my Pepsi on my screen.

Another link stealinge exercise, building on a previous post (which I cant pissing find but know I did) where I also stole a link I think. Who cares.

Point is, me sitting facing my machine and singing "the beautiful people" to reverse play it to hear "i'm evil belive it" has been given new vigour thanks to one miss Britney Spears and the line "When I lose my mind, give me a si[gn]" which becomes "Sleep with me I'm not too young".

Ok so I did try and recreate this but unfortunatly it seems its clever encoding and not simply just reverse play-ness. Balls

I got my uni report to 1000 ish words last time I sat to write to it.

In a couple of hours this afternoon I got another 1000 words down; so now the 2000 word limit has been hit.

Pain in the arse, it looks like its gonna take another 1000 words to actually finish the bloody thing.

Toss.

(so long as when I write another 1000 words it doesnt look the same way)

"The UK have nil points - send for a gun boat"

From MeFi but I had to, Terry Wogan is the bomb.

Ok the uni work stress isnt off because I've still got quite alot of shit to produce in not as massive amount of time. But.

In a typical "Mike does shit loads of work when stressed about it near the deadline" I do seem to have produced a fair bit.

I have 2 projects on at the moment. A 12,000 word one and a 6,000 word one (of course being a design course, I can do design work to take some of that, with some rules as to minumum written content).

I guess its a good job I'd been thinking it was a 20,000 word project and a 10,000 word one.

Ok so I've only just started the 6,000 word one, which I have to write 2000 words for and then plan, produce and do 3 presentations about how to do presentations, 1st one is gonna be like a training presentation, 2nd one is gonna be how I prepare myself for a presentation (get ready Machinehead and the word "fuck" with some dancing infront of people - as a suggested method for others to get over nerves in presentations) and the last, I think I'm gonna get my tutors to give me a subject and a night to plan a presentation on that subject to demonstrate doing a last min presentation based on the tips in the 2000 word report.

I just got panicked and thought "I hope I've justified the written commitment to the 12,000 word project" so I dug out my Briefs and Project Outline documents. My break down is "20% Research, 20% Software evaluations, 40% Design, production of virtual piercing prototype" (to make 80% - other 20% goes on the proposal and an evaluation).

Minimum written content is 2000 words or 20%. Which made me go "fuck I gotta write 2000 words worth of software evauluations and i dont think i have and i cant be arsed.

Well. Randomly it seemed I have. Actually I've written 14,740 words with a few more thousand to come. I've written 5786 words of software evaluation (on making virtual yous and piercing related websites). And so far only 419 words on the actual designed piece (though it is designed and storyboarded ready for animation). Which means I've written 8535 words for research (it helped that I decided to make a glossary of terms associated with body modification, listing major scarification, tattoo and piercing types which a bit about straighedge and influential people such as Doug Malloy and Mr Sebastian in it, which took fuckin ages, ran to 138 entries and 5,690 words).

lol I did it all in like a week to. Somehow had motivation which I've lost now. I'm sure if I pulled my finger out my ass I could have this report finished by tonight and the first presentation planned tommorow, if not all of them planned tommorow. And then 12,000 worder finished by end of friday.

So anyways, day before deadline in 2 weeks I'll be fannying about then....

Finally an "honest guide to love" (via #!/usr/bin/girl).

Ok so it makes me question if I'm truly totally male, I dont think I live up to *all* the stereotypes in there. Some I do, but from both sexes. I am all male though. Um. I assure you!

I think maybe I should write my own; though the film thing will probably cover all that.

But I must do a "for fucks sake" as I've just watched Cutting It after watching most of Holby City cos I've watched it for the past couple of weeks cos of you (2 shows I'd never dreamed of watching before).

Despite the fact your not talking to me etc. and through being me I've engineered it so I can no longer talk to you so I dont look like more of psycho than I *actually* am.

Listening to Bruce Hornsby & the Range "The Way It Is" cos some character in Cutting It (whose name I'll probably know by next week) sang the chorus in referance to Tupacs "Changes" song.

Well I have my refund from Yukka - really quite easy, big ups to them after all :-)

Ego should be delivering my belt buckle in, well, probably 6 months. Be a nice surprise when it turns up I suppose.

And for fucks sake...

Yukka have now decided they can do numbers, so are gonna ship me one accross from America.

Why they couldnt decide this before I ordered another from Ego Belts argh!

I knew this would get complicated. Fucking internet.

According to this new version of blogger I've been blogging since december 2002, I average 7 posts a week, I've written 547 posts and 53,367 words.

Thats probably more words than I've ever read.

And less than half the amount of times I've said Fuck. This week
:-)

Piss 1312 belt buckle not on its way and a lenthy refund demand process must be started with yukka.co.uk as they dont do numbers, just letters.

Fortunatly, www.egobelts.com do do numbers and despite insane shipping costs to the UK are still cheaper than yukka...

And Blogger has changed. Theres been some buzz about this. I no doubt wont use any of its new features and just spend time now going "where the fuck do I [insert function]" and "where the fuck is [insert feature]" and "what the fuck is [insert something]".

I dont really like the new posting interface, theres like massive tab things that look well ghey. The blogger front page is alright. I just keeping my fingers crossed I dont have to change any of my templates/settings etc. to make it all work; cos I cant be arsed.

Currently battling with my mobile phone, data cable and video encoding software. The new Nokia 6230 is sat next to me. Nice phone. Nokia Data Suite doesnt recognise the phone when I plug it into the data cable (it does recognise my 6100 and 6220 though..). So uploading shit to the phones a ball ache, cos I gotta take the case off, which aint easy, then take the battery out and fish out the memory card. Plug that into a memory card reader and mount it onto my iBooks desktop (cos I'm too lazy to reach around the back of my PC to find USB ports). Then upload etc. and put the phone back together.

Then I'm battling with the "to 3gp" converter included with the phone, included with the lastest data suite from Nokia and the Media Converter 2 as supplied by the Nokia SDK forum. Largly cos it doesnt actually encode all mpgs as it says it does, only the ones it feels like it can be arsed to. And it wont do asf and wmv - so for now transformers the movie sits not on my phone.

But I do have transformers the movie as 30gb DV avi file, which the media converter can convert, but very slowly (took my machine summin like 2 hours to make the avi, takes converter 2 hours to get to 1%...)

The phone does rock though, playing mp3s and the bits of videos I've already put on the memory card. Defo gorra buy a 256mb MMC card and some blue tooth dongle things.

Oh and do some fucking uni work...

No way! Having ordered the 1312 belt buckle the other day, and buying one that simply proclaims evil in large silver letters yestaday. What does MeFi bring me? NES controller belt buckles.

So tempted!

Sat in the car last night, near our fav takeaway in town with Rufios mum (who incidentally out rocks a lot of people in the rock clubs we go to) and a guy called Dave sat in the back of the car as we wait for Rufio whos in the takeaway.

Some Big Issue seller knocks on the the passenger window of the car and starts waving what we presume was a rock of crack against the window of my car. I'm sat there with this dude looking at me going "um what the fuck" and hes stood waving crack at me. Dave knocks on the window and motions "no fuck off" but he doesnt. So after a couple of mins I finally stop going "um what the fuck" and change to "um, fuck off" at which point the seller gives up and walks off.

As he walks towards the take away, Dave gets out the car and runs into the take away to stop the crack head Big Issue seller from going inside (oh and has a fag cos I wont let him smoke in my car lol).

So its just me and Rufio's mum. And we're like "what the fuck? like you'd buy off him". So I says, "I remember watching a Police Camera Action thing from London where they followed a dealer they called the Hamster, cos he stuffed his cheeks full of rocks of crack and then spat them out when dealing"

The responce. Well...

"eugh the poor hamster"

lol

doh!

(stolen from Louise, who stole it from, um a different Louise)

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4
Suppose your talk focuses on using the internet.

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?:
Zinc pills

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?:
Knightrider

4:WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
11am

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
10:59am

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
G's mix cd track 15 (I wish this would be your colour - which is an amazing track) and not much else, cos its on loud.

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?:
Was on airport run last night.

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?:
email, fantasy band league

9: What are you wearing?:
jeans, t shirt

10: Did you dream last night?
all sorts of stuff, annoyed at pants timing and how my lucks fucked me for a change - so some pretty intense shit.

11: When did you last laugh?
I dunno, couple of days ago while reading the "a hole" posting on Metafilter

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?:
Old posters that I put up when I used to live here and that I've been too lazy to anything about since moving back in.

13: Seen anything weird lately?:
Um cant say I have, dunno.

14: What do you think of this quiz?:
Its crap. But its distracting me from my uni work, so its all good.

15: What is the last film you saw?:
Butterfly Effect maybe, not sure. But that one certainly stands out. (or was it Dawn of the Dead, which was funny as hell)

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?:
A question I often ask. It would most likely be a car. Just which I'm not sure, as I'd be buying lots of cars. Probably a Brabus Mercedes CLK and a Dubsport 1.8 20v Turbo engine (whose price has gone, but was 10k) for my Polo (take the car back to standard spec, sit at lights and annihilate people with a 300bhp Polo). Then I'd buy a house and probably some McDonalds drive through.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I just drank some Milk.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?:
Chain gun Market Street on Saturday. (i'm way not clever enough to do anything wise, so I would probably actually make myself a multi-millionaire over night)

19: Do you like to dance?:
Um hell yeah.

20: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?:
pass

21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?:
pass

22: Would you ever consider living abroad?:
New Zealand please

23: Will you pass on this survey?:
to my readership of like, um 1. yeah.

One 1312 belt buckle on its way to thirteentwelve.com from Yukka (thanks to G for enlightening me to their existance).

The 1312 bracelet I'll have to think about, I cant carry off the diamante inserts I don't think; though I totally did consider the bling Spinner (in action) belt buckle (in action).

If you ever bruise the ball of your foot - dont go dancing.

Its just bloody painful...

My phone number was once again picked to be the daily winner for some phone shit thing, like it is every other fucking day; but this time I was home to answer it. So I did.

Anyways, some computer tells you you've won a £2000 award or £1000 cash. All you gotta do is press 0 on your phone, so I did. Then some woman comes on, from Premier Hotline Promotions (only she said Premier Promotions) and tells you to phone 09065709512 for £1.50/min for 7 mins to find out which one of the £2000 award or the £1000 cash I've definatly won.

So I phoned 09065709512. There the computer voice tells me well done and that I've won the £2000 award and maybe the £1000 in cash as well. But I have to send things off to people, wait 7 mins on a £1.50 phone call and the £2000 award is "trips to health spas, golf courses and football stadiums" (there was probably more listed).

Now given that it said nothing about going into health spas, playing golf or watching football I quickly conclude how this phone scam fucks you over. I can drive myself to all these dam things and that £1000 cash clearly I woulndnt have the luck to win (but I'm sure it would remind me how lucky I was to win the £2000 award..) (valued by....)

I'm not the only lucky blogger to have been chosen, the comments string is very interesting, this place might be in Cheshire. I live near Cheshire. And I currently feel vitriol to do something ;-)

Well excuse me for being so damn quiet.

I've got just over 3 weeks to produce, well I'd guess 15,000+ words of work, split between 2 projects where one has twice the weight of the other. I've got a reasonably large amount of research done for the larger project and if I'm honest with you I'm begining to cack myself (though not enough to do a right lot annoyingly, the stress seems to make me work sporadically).

So thats why. Its not like I havent done anything; I just havent done much to write about here. Monday nights, Thursday nights, usually Friday nights and Saturday nights (with sporadic Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Sundays thrown in) have mainly been concerned with dancing.

And yes I can out dance all the pill popper kids. Well at least keep up. Though it took nearly 7 hours continuous dancing till 5 am and as soon as the pill poppers stopped I was like "thank fuck" and I stopped too (darn that happy hardcore techno music in the wie hours).

And to end like an average blog post of average snotty twatty "oh some guy fell out with me" blah blah blah who gives a shit, but your mighty majestic one three one twos head is not west!