THIRTEENTWELVE

I want a job title bigger than "neurophschopharmacogeneticist" to beat Dr Kenneth Blum who was on some dvd extra, I forget which, as some expert.

I cant remember if I already mention this on here but;

I've been the victim of online credit card fraud.

Through no fault of my own, a card i never used online suddenly racked up £250 of purchases online - even with "card protection plans" it took me over a month to get it sorted.

The fools that did it only bought crap stuff too, which is a shame.

I did, tho, have a dream that one of the disputed payments was to sainsburys last night. and a guy a knew in the dream, who ran sainsburys was showing me the receipt and asking me which item i was disputing cos the credit card companies where getting at him, making him charge more for credit card transactions even though i couldnt remember this trip to sainsburys from which the receipt had come from, i assumed
it was legit and i'd only companied about 'net purchases so there had been some larger cock up.

fucking thrilling dream eh?

Todays word is: Deicide.

Which although looks like decide spelt all wrong, it isnt.

It does, though, have a cheery definition.

(the word stumbled me in the pub last night written on a flier for some death metal band, of the same name)

I bought an A-team box set a few weeks ago, entire season 1 on 5 dvds. Its been fucking ace.

The A-team rocks - I'm just a little sad I've watched them all and theres no season 2 (etc) to go buy to watch. I've been totally entertained by watching 3 episodes a night and I want more.

Watching Nightrider now I'm older isnt as good, cos I can see the fact that each episode had exactly the same framework as though made from template. Though Nightrider still rocks, the A-team is just tons better.

I was asked, who is Mr T. And I didnt know. In the A-team Mr T plays B. A. Or B. A. Baracus, full name being Sgt. B.A. Baracus - the B. A. also coming from "Bad Attitude".

So what about Mr T. itself then? Well apparently he was born Lawrence Tureaud. He changed his name to Lawrence Tero which sounded the same as Tureaud. Then he converted to Islam and became Mohammed Tero. Or Mr T.

Somehow I like Mr T. less now that I know that. He was born in 1952 tho.

Oh yeah, I like him less cos he joined the nation of Islam. Even though that Ali film about Cassius Clay, Mohammed Ali was pretty good. He was a draft dodging, full of himself wanker. One of those people who are bummed too much by too many people.

Infact its not that I like Mr T. less cos of the Islam thing. Its just boring. Like when I found out those Gouranga posters on motorway bridges where Harrie Chrishners (who dont deserve their name spelt correctly). I mean, anything would of been more interesting that that.

I do wonder what Mr T. is up to today and why B. A. wore all that gold. Seeing B. A. in military uniform in the last episode of the first series was really odd. Plus, for the brawn of the bunch, he aint that tall. Or big. The rest of the Ateam where as big.

Howlin Mad Murdoch is the best fo sure.

(oh and "i aint gettin on no plane foo" ahem)

If your feeling arty why not go down to your local WHSmith and pick up some acrylic paint.

They come in a range of arty named colours, phthalo blue is pretty nice (dark blue..).

To really give you a more vivid sense of what the colours in the plastic tubes are, they also give a description of the colour. Mentioned phthalo blue is "ocean waves rolling in" - one of the reds not just red, but "poppies waving in the wind".

Black of course rocks, mars black is sold as "the silence of death".

Dont be frightened, its just paint...

Sat next to me is the remnents of last nights un-eaten take away pizza, which I plant to scoff on my dinner.

Its a bbq base with bits of chicken and then some other veggie type stuff that sparkle has on her pizzas being all vegitarian like - with a couple o bits of garlic bread as well. Big ups Pizza Pan Express (the pizzas arent better than Ninos mentioned before in this blog, but they do do a bbq base rather a tomato puree base).

On the side of the pizza box, like many others, including the one from Mr Eats (just down the road from work), it says "Should you need to re-heat: Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Remove pizza from box and place on a baking tray for 3-5 minutes".

Which is the generic re heat instructions which is probably on all pizza boxes accross the uk. Very good. But.

My old oven operated in "gas mark" temperature ratings. My new oven operates in degrees C. My oven doesnt go up to 350. So it must mean 350 degrees F. Ok. Whats 350F in C? I dont ever remember seeing an oven work in degrees F.

This means I'll be eating this pizza cold this dinner time, as I do every other time cos at that point, its too much effort.

But cos I'm a geek, 350F is 176C. Although for cookers out there, both chefs and the oven sort this practically translates as 180C and Gas Mark 4 (source)

I've ranted about driving before here many a time.

Jimmy Carr rightly said "you know your lost when your driving in England when you see a sign that says 'town centre' and you dont know which town it is" - this happens loads, the Leicester, Derby, Nottingham trio had me confused on this for hours last year lol.

I think one of the best things about driving is driving in the rain. It can suck, it makes alot of people drive like morons, worse than they would in the dry. And its not cos cyclists and public transport go-ers get wet.

When its pissing it down and your on a motorway, the rain makes that battering sound on the windscreen. Thats quite comforting, rain just is.

Its a constant rat-a-tat-tat on the windscreen untill you go under a bridge, then for a brief second it goes silent. And that rocks.

Come on lucky numbers. I fancy some of that £10 million pie.

Can you guess what numbers thirteen twelve dot com has on the lottery dear readers?

1, 2, 3, 12, 13 (and nine - the 3 could also represent march. 9 therefore finishes my b'day innit)

be nice to post "mint I won later"

1 in a what chance? 14 million. fuck cheese.

To go with the 19+ cranes in town now theres also Europes (possibly the worlds, dunno) tallest, transportable ferris wheel (cheapens it for me knowing that a) its got summut to do with the French and b) it was in Birmingham last christmas)

You do get really close to Selfridges on the way up and you can see a whole lot of roof tops and for miles around. Its actually quite pleasant.

Gotta do it in the day time next.

Big Trev from pExpress warns of rocking the gondelas - cos you do get told off on the tanoy lol

Last night I had the pleasure of 2 things that I dont do every day.

First, Mambo, the Australian clothing company rented out a trendy bar in town, put on a free bar, gave us food and goodie bags, then talked to us about the future direction of the Mambo brand and tried to teach us something about Mambo's past and how its an art led company.

Nice peeps, fairly interesting information though their need is clear, as those Kotler books from my uni course wibble on about not regularly assessing your brand and allowing it to stagnate will let your competitors piss on you. Something Mambo was very guilty of. Apparently. Mind you, culling the lines of shirts that brought them fame and are in high demand to older people who "grew up" with Mambo clothes in favour of seeking out the youth audience, might not be the best solution to their problem. Mind you, not many geriatric surfers...

Then the night moved on to the regular Monday night which in aid of "All Hallows Eve" was doing fancy dress (4 goth girls in goth fairy costumes - not very nice) and had "Europes Top Shock Show" on at midnight. Which involved the poor lady assistant to this magic show get a sword rammed through her, hung and finally decapitated.

Its a shame their timing was a bit off, everyone saw the poor woman narrowly escape death each time by the sword being behind her, the noose around her neck allowing her to stand on the floor and the pulling back of he head before the gilotene blade hit.

We did get to see her tits though.