THIRTEENTWELVE

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

(cos I kept singing the sodding song at the Eden Project)

Todays spam filter beating text was:

"A BITCH, ready to whelp, earnestly begged a shepherd for a place the existing versions of Aesops Fables, and he maintained that Shepherd, being imprisoned on a false accusation, was condemned men had sown, as it was a plant which boded no good to them. transformed me from a Horse into an Ass; and how can you expect."


Their random sentance generators rock.

I love the strings of text spammers use get past my emails spam filters:

"dead. The Panther, however, when he had recruited his feeble me, Master, he said, and let me go free this once. My broken on all the fables in this collection. Many of them lack that member of the University of Oxford, the Hon. Mr. Charles Boyle, that she must tempt them forth by some device. For this purpose ."


righteo then...

Once again the south rocked.

Sparkles great company, a ride on up the river Fal (very surreal, really picturesque and then two fuck off great P&O ferries parked up looking like they're sat on the bottom of the river bed and then round the next corner, further inland, another great fuck off tanker ship thing), a trip to Newquay (cool waves, a mint aquarium with scary looking octopuses, a mingin staring crab and the cutest lil cuttlefishs - whose colour changed in such an interesting tonal way and which where so cute and attention seeking - me and sparkle probably watched them for a half hour) and then Mr Ecology here and a trip to the Eden Project (mint warm biome, felt a bit un easy with their green stance when the thing relied so heavily on the petrol engine - but definatly a cool place lol fair trade tea coffeee, or pepsi? lol).

Coming back up north sucked. Royally.

Sparkle it was ace, see you again soon x

So 1312 on tour; sat in Sparkles flat in Falmouth - at the halls of residence.

Listing to tunes on her laptop. Now the power of iTunes sharing music comes to light; in these halls theres 160 students and each room has an ethernet port. Now a fair percentage of students have pcs in their rooms hooked up to this ethernet port; a fair few then run iTunes.

Currently I can see 10 other peoples music collections and play. Sure I cant take their music, but I dont want it - just to listen to the Bugsy Malone (cheers Princess Tilly) soundtrack is cool enough (this went up to 20+ as I was writing this, its nearly 3pm, I guess the students where waking up...)

Looking for similarities between collections is cool, they all have Muse, the Streets and a bunch of "the" bands I never heard of. Mr Scruff, your popular down here too - mind you, your flyers are everywhere lol) and theres someone with Fingathing too. Mint.

Oh and some guy "Tom B7 all good stuff!" has a good selection of Happy Mondays and Joy Division. Good boy.

As for the journey here. I spent the first hour in traffic getting to the M6 on the M62. So averaged around 20 mph. Then I did 330 miles in around 4 and half hours - an average speed of 73.3 mph muhahaha (oh and again that included a stop for petrol...)

Highlights included going through a 40mph sign, behind a Toyota Landcruiser I was following at some where around, ahem, never mind ;-)

Theres a totally ace milkshake shop down here, GRGX/Kjimn we need to start a milkshake business (as I tuck into my chocolate fudge milkshake and its gorgous..)

Its dam good to see my sparkle again!

As posted in a commment by grgx, totally worth upgrading to a full post here:

Sparkles! This isn't going to be pretty, but there's no sense protecting you from the truth -

Example Sparkle-enhanced evening: Sophisticated repartee over elegant food and drink; a post-prandial wander with culturally-stimulating displays of weaving and crack-avoidance; a movie, followed by late-show-esque round-table critique - in a nutshell, ace.

Example post-Sparkle evening: Stand in doorway in drizzle until we realise we look like we're dealing, then hurry to Piccadilly station for a session finding fault with the graphic design of the Truprint logo, followed by an adrenaline-packed hour of watching (completely static) cranes in the dark.

...and you wonder why I / we miss you? Best / most random line of the evening - 1312: "If you do a google on 'crane disasters' it's really...\" (cut off by g to tha x collapsing laughing)... so now we know what you can do to pass the time after you run out of Dad's Army DVD's :-)

That said, you missed some truly impressive weaving skillz on Saturday as Mr Onethousandthreehundredandtwelve freestyle wove everybody on the Rockworld main room dancefloor - requiring a number of deft stage to floor level switches, and some white knuckle changes of direction. It must have felt the same five hundred years ago watching Michaelangelo chipping marble. Definitely not one to try at home, kids.

Have fun painting Falmouth red this weekend!

Todays topic is, crazy bird life that commits suicide by mixing it up with cars.

In my driving history I have hit 2 pigeons - not through intentions - just through them flying, in one way or another, at my car when I've been driving.

The first, a few years ago, while I was in a 50mph zone, so doing 60mph ish - a pigeon fell out of a tree in some mannor and onto my windscreen, beak first and unfortunatly died in the process (yes I did check, if it hadnt died, it would of been seriously injuried and the only thing to do would of been to kill it to end its pain).

The second, a few weeks ago, while I was in a 30 mph zone, actually doing around 30 - the pigeon fell out of a tree, was flying low, say windscreen height and I hit it from behind. Again nowt I could do, quick as a flash it appeared and I hit it. This one also died in the incident.

Neither time my windscreen broke, despite the speeds and thumps of the sizes of birds. Each one scared the shit outta me and had me shaken up a bit - didnt like killing either - have often said would rather run a child over rather than an animal - kids can be taught, animals cannot (those whose parents dont take in interest in their children and let them run riot in the streets etc. are unfortunate, but in general society can do with out scally shite like that, may as well crush that retarded gene pool under my wheels..)


Now on Sunday, on my way to work, the highest speed bird hitting incident I've seen. Fortunatly I didnt hit this one, but I was only one car away, as the people carrier in front did the damage.

Rushing to work, 90 ish behind said people carrier, noticed in the inside lane an coupe car ramming on his breaks to avoid hitting what looked like a pheasant calmly strolling accross the motorway. The car in front of me jumped on his breaks, as I did, but unfortunatly, the people carrier belted the poor thing at around 80 mph. It went flying and was clearly very dead.

I spent the rest of my journey putting myself in the shoes of the poor pheasant. Calming walking accross the motorway, no idea that its deathe is only seconds away. The world of people rushing places miles away from its Sunday stroll.
Poor bastard.

heh heh to the guy with the Vauxhall Corsa I wasted today.

You sat up my arse while I was doing 85 down the hills on the motorway like you where in a great hurry.

Why didnt you sit there when I put my foot down up that lil hill?

Lol smart arse.

I took off to 120 and you where stuck trying to maintain 85 up a gradient lol

Well I'll be honest, since Sparkle went away I couldnt really be arsed posting here, despite all the extra time I had on my hands, I havent had anything bloggy to say.

Yes yes I'm a big gay. Whatever. Still miss you sparkle. Will be down to see you soon.

However, the show must go on.

Shouts to artBlue/Z for the party and Zoo trip the weekend just gone. Ok so the Zoo claims to have 50% more animals than we could find, empty enclosures all over and what not - but was still a cool day out.

You'll be glad to know that even in a family place our behaviors was impeccable.

An orange eyed Lema (I think maybe it was even called a "gentle lema") which was sat in its little house thing, being all cute on the window sill turned out to be a right grumpy bastard. As I leant down to get a closer look, it jumped at the window. My natural reaction was to jump back and shout "fuck!" (the family with the small children didnt seem too impressed).

And if you want an experience; go to a Decathlon shop. They're insane.