Today, I made myself a flowchart on my whiteboard, with coding, multiple loops and a few of my Perl moves to boot. I do enjoy a good bit of Perl. This isn't just any flowchart, though. This flowchart has a time-frame of 11 weeks, several variables, four real-world processes – each of which can have up to 6 contextual meanings, dependent on the variables – and reiterative loops, as I said.
Besides being a good geek, I had to fill my day with some regular person stuff, so I went to a decent party, saw some people I hadn't seen in months, some I hadn't seen in years, as well as Niall, Stevo, Bobby, Ben, Saskia and Tom, all of whom I hadn't seen for a few days.
So, after reiterations, recreation and reminiscence, it's time for bed. Night froods!
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20101015
20101012
Gimme eat.
As per usual, this here Tuesday included rowing. Today's session was fantastic, thanks to indoor rowing champion Shaun giving the four of us who bothered to turn up – Rob, Ben, Tom and myself – a proper workout. I feel like I might do a load better next time I try for a 2000m time. Sub-eight minutes, here I come!
A few hours ago, I inadvertently knocked over a glass of milk and successfully resisted crying. I don't see the point in it, after all, there's no sense crying over spilt milk. That said, I really like milk, and I dislike wasting anything that I like. Food, for example: I've heard numerous times in recent months that Britain – renowned worldwide for its self-righteous disregard for anything other than its own pride – throws away one-third of its food. To anyone reading this: do not throw away food; give it to me, as I get hungry every ten minutes.
Oh, before I forget, I must say hello to whomsoever is visiting my blog from Singapore. How are you?
Goodnight interpeeps!
A few hours ago, I inadvertently knocked over a glass of milk and successfully resisted crying. I don't see the point in it, after all, there's no sense crying over spilt milk. That said, I really like milk, and I dislike wasting anything that I like. Food, for example: I've heard numerous times in recent months that Britain – renowned worldwide for its self-righteous disregard for anything other than its own pride – throws away one-third of its food. To anyone reading this: do not throw away food; give it to me, as I get hungry every ten minutes.
Oh, before I forget, I must say hello to whomsoever is visiting my blog from Singapore. How are you?
Goodnight interpeeps!
20101005
Bangers and mash!
Yeah, guys and gals – no, not gals. Dolls? Nope, 'tis a play. Oh, hang on, reboot, I've got it!
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen! Today, I had some wonderfully reheated sausage and mash with gorgeous onion gravy. I have a tendency to call brown stuff gorgeous, given that it's not faeces. Blue stuff – besides mould, that is – gets tagged "pretty" in the exquisitely complex matrices of Robin James' brain. Anyway, yummy dinner; thanks mother! She's given me a cupcake for afters, but hasn't told me what's in it. It could be spacecake. Mmm, drugs... Here's hoping!
In other news, I am not as good on a rowing machine as I would like! In fact, I'm worse than Tom and Niall. This, ladies and gentlemen†, is embarrassing. It must be dealt with immediately, or at least in the near future. Maybe I was fatigued today from a piano lesson. They can be quite strenuous!
Finally, I bring such brilliant news: I am totally immune to whichever serotype of rhinovirus the local disease factories – or, as I believe the biological term is, "humans" – gave to me. Excellent! Total immunity, here I come! Apologies to anyone I gave diseases to over the past few weeks.
Here ends Tuesday 5th October. Now to have that prospective spacecake!
†I'm sticking with that now; apologies to transgenders, although I figure you're covered by the "and"? I don't know. I AM JUST A GUY.
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen! Today, I had some wonderfully reheated sausage and mash with gorgeous onion gravy. I have a tendency to call brown stuff gorgeous, given that it's not faeces. Blue stuff – besides mould, that is – gets tagged "pretty" in the exquisitely complex matrices of Robin James' brain. Anyway, yummy dinner; thanks mother! She's given me a cupcake for afters, but hasn't told me what's in it. It could be spacecake. Mmm, drugs... Here's hoping!
In other news, I am not as good on a rowing machine as I would like! In fact, I'm worse than Tom and Niall. This, ladies and gentlemen†, is embarrassing. It must be dealt with immediately, or at least in the near future. Maybe I was fatigued today from a piano lesson. They can be quite strenuous!
Finally, I bring such brilliant news: I am totally immune to whichever serotype of rhinovirus the local disease factories – or, as I believe the biological term is, "humans" – gave to me. Excellent! Total immunity, here I come! Apologies to anyone I gave diseases to over the past few weeks.
Here ends Tuesday 5th October. Now to have that prospective spacecake!
†I'm sticking with that now; apologies to transgenders, although I figure you're covered by the "and"? I don't know. I AM JUST A GUY.
20101001
Drugs are so cheap.
Seriously, right, ibuprofen are really quite brilliant drugs. Headache? No bother. Cold? It'll take the symptoms down. Depressed? 150 of them will set you back maybe £2.50, and, well...
Obviously, no store would let you buy this many at once, but how hard would it really be to go into, I don't know, 5 stores? 2 packets in each.
Anyway, on a cheery, less hypothetical-suicide-related note, I finally got myself a copy of the local newspaper News Guardian in which my story and photograph were printed. Again – as if I don't mention the sexy dudes enough – I'd like to draw attention to fellow rowing heat-winners Bobby, Niall and Tom. Go guys! In fact, if you really love Niall – and why wouldn't you? – you can read what he has to say about games, films and stuff on his blog.
So, that's today: benzene rings and newspaper things. Tomorrow promises to be similarly – if not more so – disappointing.
Night fellas!
Obviously, no store would let you buy this many at once, but how hard would it really be to go into, I don't know, 5 stores? 2 packets in each.
Anyway, on a cheery, less hypothetical-suicide-related note, I finally got myself a copy of the local newspaper News Guardian in which my story and photograph were printed. Again – as if I don't mention the sexy dudes enough – I'd like to draw attention to fellow rowing heat-winners Bobby, Niall and Tom. Go guys! In fact, if you really love Niall – and why wouldn't you? – you can read what he has to say about games, films and stuff on his blog.
So, that's today: benzene rings and newspaper things. Tomorrow promises to be similarly – if not more so – disappointing.
Night fellas!
20100930
Il pleut encore!
Tout d'abord, je voudrais vous afficher cet histoire d'un journal local au sujet de mes amis au club du rowing. Il y a même un photo de nous: le Bobby infaillible, moi-même, le joli Niall et le fou Tom. Et le vieux dans le pic? C'est le chair-man légendaire s'appelle Chris.
Ce soir, j'ai attendu un événement célébrant les projets comme l'un qui j'ai fait pendant l’été. C’était pas mal. Rentrant chez moi, il pleut beaucoup encore. Le semaine dernière, il pleut jeudi. Je suis désolé; une semaine, je écrirai en français au sujet de quelque chose au lieu de la pluie.
Donc, c'est le fin de jeudi français.
Ce soir, j'ai attendu un événement célébrant les projets comme l'un qui j'ai fait pendant l’été. C’était pas mal. Rentrant chez moi, il pleut beaucoup encore. Le semaine dernière, il pleut jeudi. Je suis désolé; une semaine, je écrirai en français au sujet de quelque chose au lieu de la pluie.
Donc, c'est le fin de jeudi français.
20100925
Tynemouth Triumph/Sculling Success
Today's rowing regatta in Durham was utterly fantastic. It was thoroughly enjoyable; all the Tynemouth Rowing Club crews rowed well, picking up countless second places.
However, our 4X+ novice crew – the infallible Bobby in stroke, the enigmatic Tom in three, the handsome Niall in two, and myself in bow – was the best crew as we won our first ever regatta race!
Unfortunately, that first race was a heat, and, by winning it, we had to compete in the final against some not-so-novice machine-like athletes from Tyne United. Beating them really was impossible: despite rowing much better than we did in the heat, we still fell at least a boat's length behind.
The words "Durham Today/Argh!" and "We Won!" are now written in large friendly letters on my whiteboard, and will be for days to come.
Today really was brilliant - I even had a bacon sandwich, and I'm now eating custard. Good night folks! Have a great day.
However, our 4X+ novice crew – the infallible Bobby in stroke, the enigmatic Tom in three, the handsome Niall in two, and myself in bow – was the best crew as we won our first ever regatta race!
Unfortunately, that first race was a heat, and, by winning it, we had to compete in the final against some not-so-novice machine-like athletes from Tyne United. Beating them really was impossible: despite rowing much better than we did in the heat, we still fell at least a boat's length behind.
The words "Durham Today/Argh!" and "We Won!" are now written in large friendly letters on my whiteboard, and will be for days to come.
Today really was brilliant - I even had a bacon sandwich, and I'm now eating custard. Good night folks! Have a great day.
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