Finish my Su Doku!!

Aha! Now that no one's reading the blog I finally manage to post a flurry of small, readable snippets!! Ah well, when people eventually return to the fold there'll be plenty for them to catch up on eh?!! Before I become too aware that I'm talking to myself I will launch the new interactive side of my blog- which consists of you lot finishing the Su Doku I started on the train. Not that I couldn't finish it, just that I was tired and didn't want to expend too much effort. For those who might be interested it's from the Metro (for people on the move) January the 30th. As for how you'll give me the answer...what am I your teacher?!! You might wanna try www.metro.co.uk though!

Here it is



Ok, so it isn't here - blogger won't upload it I'll try again later! This makes for something of a non-post, but I'll try and figure it out soon!! Right- it's still not working so i might try getting that Picasa thing or summat - any reccomendations? I tried again with a different picture and it seems to be the specific picture of the Sudoku it doesn't like- perhaps 'cause it's a scan or a large file...well here's a picture of my shoe to keep you happy

Bye for now

Word for today is Panorama

P.S. does anyone know how to embed YouTube and such into a blog post, and possibly a better way to upload pictures too? Yes Tim I'm looking in your direction!

The other thing...

I knew there was something else! I was going to draw attention to the new title for my blog (which has now been put in place). I realised the title for my blog was a bit ambigious if not outright weird, so I thought I'd change it to the much cooler title of my now obselete MSN Space, since this 'ere blog has taken it's place.

Thank you

Word - iconoclastic (I've only hear this word spoken so I'm not sure of the spelling)

Is it over?

Well, it looks like I've got to upgrade to a google blog after all (sorry Tim!) as soon as I log in I'm given a bunch of commands to do leaving me with a new account but no idea how to access it or what to do with it, thanks a lot Google!! Anyway, I've finally managed to get it sorted out and I'm here now to talk about, well you know, stuff.

The horror that is Celebrity Big Brother is finally over, and E4 can be reclaimed for normal televisual programmity. We recently moved further into the modern world and helped ourselves to a Freeview set top box ("We" being my family. Also don't you think that 'set top box' is a clunky description, I don't know who thought it would be marketable) with a world of extra channels that only come on after 6pm!! Having E4 was one of the highlights, with extra doses of Friends, Smallville and other such programs to get us through the day - but as soon as we got the box CBB had to go and start didn't it, replacing everything with "Celebrity Big Brother Live" all day!!

There have been some highlights, such as being able to keep up with current music, though the music channels mostly play the Killers and My chemical Romance over and over interspersed with trashy dance videos and reruns of Cheers. And E4 does let me watch Ugly Betty ( a show which I'm cautiously becoming a fan of) a few days early, which is good 'cause I'm out on Friday nights.

There was something else but I forget

Word of the post - 'the'

Tedious link

With the wonder of Wikipedia it's easy to look up interesting things on the internet and suddenly find yourself transported through clicking on the first interesting thing you see and you end up looking at something different. I find I often do this, but I've never really thought about it before- how about you, have you ever looked something up on Wikipedia and ended up looking at something completely different. If so give me a comment or maybe stick it up on your blog.

Anyway, here's the links i went through about five minutes ago. I was doing research on types of boats for a piece I'm writing for Uni and i noticed a type of small boat called a cuddy, which I wikied. This lead me to the character Lisa Cuddy, and then to the medical drama House which she is a part of. This then lead me to the director Brian Singer who exec produces the show, this lead me to The Ususal Suspects and then to Kevin Spacey and then on to K-PAX which i watched on Film4+1 (which consists of whatever was on Film 4 and hour ago!) recently, and then to an article about the book K-PAX, which I'm looking at now - a far cry from the research on boats I'm supposed to be doing!!!

Anyway I'd better stop now 'cause I need to do work. I'll continue with the Impolito story (since you're all clamouring for it!) when I'm not so busy.

Another wiki link just lead me to my word of the post -anarchism

More from my travels

In the never ending quest for comments I will continue with the short snippets from my journey to Impolioto. I plan to make this a weekly thing, as long as it will stretch, with snippets about my current affairs in between. But there's not much that I want to talk about at the moment so on with the journey

Customs and exercise

After perfecting the technique of falling asleep whilst on an extremely uncomfortable surface that like to jolt around, changing speeds constantly and occasionally stopping to eat some grass, I finally arrived at Impolito. Or so I thought, but before going into the city itself you must first stop off at the outpost village of Rood, where rigorous customs checks are performed. They take this very seriously as apparently a lot of people want to bring explosives into Impolito, and after a short stay in Rood I counted myself among them.

The people of Rood have decided that the best way of opposing any would be felons is to accuse everyone of everything as they pass through, and then delay them while they search through their intimate belongings in front of everyone else. Then just to be sure they make everyone wait several hours in the open until everyone's really frustrated, which usually makes any villains confess just so that they can leave. But for the rest of us it's something of a bad start to the holiday.

I hopped off my camel and went up to the customs queue, which was beginning to peter out as the plane had arrived some time before me. I went up to the nearest customs officer, hoping to get my baggage through quickly so I could find a place to sleep that didn't have a mind of it's own. I hoped in vain.

"Anything to declare?"
"Um, well, there's some sugar, coffee..."
"No, any crimes to declare. Drug smuggling, armed robbery - come on let's get it out"
"But I haven't..."
"Of course you haven't, you just stole some sweets when you were little and things got out of control, we understand."
"But I'm telling you I've never..."
"Look mate, we already know about the bomb in your bag so you may as well give it up now."
"What the"
"Oh! A rude one eh? Well I just think we'll have to go through all your belonging just to make sure now won't we."

Before I knew it they'd taken my bag from me, emptied the contents onto the floor and then ripped the bag to check for hidden compartments. Finding nothing, they tossed everything into a cheap bin bag, which stretched so much it turned white and told me I had to wait for security clearance. When I asked what there was to do they pointed my to the gym, which consisted of a square room with mats on the floor, and a CD player with C&C Music Factory's "Gonna make you sweat" (more commonly known as "Everobody dance now") on repeat. Well they certainly weren't gonna make me sweat and as the drone of the rapper, clearly a relative of the tour guide, came on I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Word of the post - quintessential

My travels

Hey y'all

Sorry for not posting and all that, I'm gonna try and make it up to ya by posting a log of some of my travels recently, I wanna avoid doing long posts so it's gonna have to come piece by piece so that you're little minds can cope with reading it. So without further ado...

Travels

It was with a weary heart that I made my way to Impolito, one of the least desirable tourist locations anywhere (as described by Go There travel magazine) and booked myself in for a weekend stay. I went there for two reasons, firstly I had gotten myself lost and secondly I was grabbed with the innate curiosity about this place which seems to be the only reason people ever travel there, as I gathered from asking other tourists. The reason for this is that the only information available is word of mouth, and there seem to be no official sources available to describe this place (CheapSeat magazine’s brochure for Impolito just reads NO REFUNDS!) Well, I will attempt to correct this.

Impolito is a small country in the far reaches of the world; the reaches are so far in fact that you can never quite tell where it is until you’re there, and when you get there you’re too tired to remember where you came from. And when you leave you’re in such a hurry to get away from it you soon forget the way back, and in fact you’re quite glad of this in the end. The people of Impolito run the tourist agencies themselves and they like to tell you, with an uncanny combination of enthusiasm and a nasal drone, all about their country, which manages to sound dull and depressing even though they’re clearly quite chuffed with it. This soon sends you off to sleep, and is the reason why most people can’t remember how to get there. I heard a tale of a man who brought a barrel of Red Bull for the ride to try and help him remember, but he caused so many toilet stops that they kicked him off. But thankfully he had enough energy left to run the whole way back.
After a few hours on the bus it stopped having completely left civilization and I got off and then rode a camel the rest of the way. There was actually a plane to take you there, but the only thing to do on that ride would be another guided tour, and the seats looked so tatty I might not be able to fall asleep even. And when I found out that the in-flight movie was Home Alone 4 that sealed the deal. The camel guy told me that going by camel was a great adventure and was just as good as flying, and to be fair I did spend much more time in the air than I did on the ground. And after a bone jarring ride through hills and hillocks and the odd mountain I was finally there.

Word of the post: ficticious