The Duck Pond
Friday, March 21, 2003
Boom - System of a Down
I'm walking through your streets
Where all your money's earning
Where all your buildings crying
And clueless neckties working
Revolving fake lawn houses
Housing all your fears
Desensitized by T.V.
Overbearing advertising
God of consumers
And all your crooked pictures looking good
Mirrors filtering information through the public eye
Designed for profit sharing
Your neighbor, what a guy
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Modern globalization
Coupled with condemnations
Unnecessary death
Matador corporations
Puppeting your frustrations with a blinded flag
Manufacturing consent is the name of the game
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck
4000 hungry children
Leave us per hour from starvation
While billions are spent on bombs
Creating death showers
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Why must we kill our own kind?
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Every time you drop a bomb
You kill the god your child has born
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Every time you drop the bomb
Monday, March 17, 2003
less than 5 days and so much to do. It's got to the point though where I've got so much to do that I really can't be arsed starting it, leaving me with less and less time to do it in, leaving me even less motivated to get started! I've just received an invite to the pub and even though I really should stay here and start tidying my room and packing, etc. I'll probably go.Sheesh.
Went dry slope skiing on Saturday with 2 friends. Thought it best to lose my skiing virginity here rather than completely being chucked in at the deep end when I get to Austria. It's a good job I did because I was shaking the first time I went down that beginner's slope. I have built up my confidence now so that I am not overcome by a wave of terror every time I begin to gain a bit of speed although I'm still crap at turning. My friends were both pretty accomplished skiiers so they helped me a lot but I felt dead jealous watching them whizzing down the "proper" slope, doing fancy turns and whatnot.
*FATCAMP NEWS*
Didn't stay for meeting o_|/ but I have lost 2 lbs, despite the gallons of beer, the all-day breakfast and the chips and curreh I had at weekend, woohoo!
Friday, March 14, 2003
Just thought I'd make a quick post firstly to show that I'm still alive and secondly to update with two bits of information that have caused me to be in an absolutely splendid mood. 1) I am currently wearing a top that I've never been able to wear before because it was previously far too small and secondly, oh I can hardly believe this but here goes... I am going skiing in Austria in 8 DAYS! :))
Monday, March 10, 2003
*FATCAMP UBERRANT*
Well I went to fatcamp again tonight and lost 1.5 pounds which I'm petty chuffed about when you consider the weekend's lardy hedonism but I'll get to that later. Although I'm pleased with the weightloss I'm pretty pissed off with the way the meeting went to the point where I'm considering not going again. I am at a bit of a quandry because if I stop going will I suddenly lose my motivation and stop being honest and put all that horrid weight back on? I think having to weigh in every week and have it monitored by other people is helping me stick to it quite a bit. I could just go for the weigh in but then I have my own scales and I want to get whatever I can for my £3.75 but then I'm just paying £3.75 to sit there feeling annoyed, which doesn't feel like such a good deal either. So it's a bit of a strange circle. The reason I get so angry when at the meeting is that all it is is a session where lots of mainly middle-aged women whinge and complain and bang on about how they want to eat chocolate and whatever. Not only is this really boring but it's not very encouraging either. I want to learn helpful tips and have fun and so on, not listen to people bitch about how it's not their fault they ate 5 billion cream cakes, they just couldn't help themselves and what's the point of trying to change? that's just the way it is. Why should they have to change it to lose weight? They just want it all onnaplate and innabun - quite literally. Well unless you're one of those lucky buggers who can eat loads and not put on an ounce then you've got to choose one or the other. Playing the victim really isn't going to help you. What is the point in you even going if you're just going to eat whatever you want and then bleat that it was all someone elses fault. You are just wasting your money. The "leader" isn't much better. After spending a while giving some stupid advice that really doesn't make any sense to me she will then tell us precisely what we can and can't eat which I always find counterproductive (isn't the whole idea of SW that you can eat anything anyway?) it's not even like she's saying, well you could eat this uberhotdog if that's what you really want but much better to have blah if you want to be more healthy. That sounds much more positive and helpful, because after all what it all boils down to is calories in the end. I hate the whole mentality really. I suppose what I could do is write some ideas down and take them in next week and see what the leader says.
Hur, watching Eddie Izzard while writing this. Hilarious, hilarious man.
Hmm I was going to write up what I did at the weekend and earlier today but I'm busybusybusy so I must bugger off and get some stuff done.
Monday, March 03, 2003
Huzzah. Well it's been a cool and interesting weekend. Friday night was a bit of a no-goer as many people decided to stay in. I didn't go to bed until really late though because I was watching some episodes of a period drama of which I can't remember the name at this moment. Ooh ooh 'The Forsyte Saga', that was it. It was pretty good, lots of scandal and intrigue and an amazing amount of silly hats.
Saturday I was very tempted to wuss out of roleplay again. I think the only reason I ended up going is that I managed to con a friend into going too and he turned up at my house at about midday. Very tempted to stick a sign on my door telling him to fuck off and he said he was tempted to tell me that his car had broken down - he's clearly more nice and polite than I am hehe. We got to the union fairly early as I wasn't sure when was the best time to turn up so we had a game of pool while I panicked in case I had got the details wrong and ended up looking very stupid - I get the impression he already thinks I fancy him so I was paranoid that it all looked like a big ploy to get him to myself for a day. When people finally started turning up (you can tell the live roleplayers from the big swords and whatnot they carry with them) we both got very nervous and shy and just loitered in the doorway trying to decide whether we were going to go up and introduce ourselves or bokbokbok and play pool instead. The decision was made when a bloke I know from rocsoc arrived and dragged us to where everyone else was and started explaining it all to us. It was absolutely pissing it down so by the time we'd got to the clearing in the woods where we were going to do all the fighting and stuff I was soaked to the skin but it didn't really bother me. I had been given a massive fake fur coat as my "costume" as they didn't really have much else for me and it was too tight around the mountain area as every time I took a swing with my sword/mace it burst open. I was also given green face paint as I was to be a goblin or an orc or an ogre, depending.
The roleplay itself took a bit of getting used to but it was good fun and one hell of a good stress reliever - running through muddy woods while trying to batter someone and not get battered yoursef is a tremendous outlet for the inner rage - not that I have any of course - and is also amazingly exilhirating. Also seeing one of your friends slip, fall on his arse and immediately get attacked by everyone in the vacinity is very amusing. I appear to have made a friend early on as some bloke was following me around, trying to take me under his wing and teach me stuff as I was new, while completely ignoring Terry who was also trying to learn everything. It was fairly amusing but a bit creepy, especially as he kept talking to my chest. Very obviously lecherous. Definitely going again though as I haven't had so much fun in ages and if I'd have known what it was going to be like I would have started much earlier. Walking back to the car was amusing as although we had taken our costumes off we still had the green face paint on and we were getting very strange looks from other people walking down the road, not that we cared much.
The evening was good fun also. Liz and I finally made it out to the pub at about 10 whereupon we got cocktails (she was a bit miffed because I made her ask for a cockshot when she was buying but got a snowstorm when I was *grin*). We played 2 games of doubles pool against 2 very good players but still managed to win one which we were very happy about. We, after much argument, ended up in the bay which was cool. The minibar in the far room was open so although the bay was packed it wasn't too much trouble getting drinks or seats because not many people know about it yet. People kept sending me to the bar but I didn't care because the barman was very acceptable. I also had a very interesting conversation with a drunken man as follows:
Him: Hello
Me: Hi
Him: What are you doing here?
Me: Drinking, you?
Him: Also drinking
Me: odd that
Him: what are you doing here?
Me: err... drinking
Him: are you here alone, with friends, what?
(I at this point had 6 different drinks in front of me)
Me: erm, with those people over there, you didn't think all these drinks were for me, did you?
Him: well they could be. What are you doing here?
Me: umm
Him: a student?
Me: a software engineer, you?
Him: Nothing
Me: oh
Him: supposedly interpol...but nothing
Me: well my friends are waiting for their drinks
Him: yes! yes! your friends must be very thirsty. Go to them!
Very odd.
Sunday I walked 4 miles north along the coast and back, just because I could. It was gorgeous weather and I took a little picnic with me and ate it on the top of consti hill. Champion. Didn't do much apart from that. Smashing.
