They really shouldn't

Because of being asked to design something for work, most rooms in the school now contain a poster which includes the above image of me. I love my job some days.

I kind of forgot that this all was here. Life gets in the way somewhat. I got a new cameraphone that has an extra two of megapixelings which I thought would mean I'd post a photo, but somehow an opportunity didn't present itself. Ah well. There's always tomorrow.

overandout.

I did look for it last nite

This is a bloggin' post.

I know that becos I sin one before I ave.

Right. To business. We're sitting in the garden on a new swingin' chair and I can smell cut grass and all is right with the world. You see it doesn't matter what's going on around you you just gotta live the moment. Or whatever.

We had some talks last nite and the Open Mic nite (what used to be called Jack's but won't be any more - see below) may well be returning hurrah!

And Mr The Jack is back!

Hurrah!

Foop-ball is tonite. Hopefully that'll be good.

I know I'm not really saying anything here, but it's hard to say something when you're me because you have to justify it all so much. Mmmhmm.

I'm gonna go and enjoy life instead of typing about it.

ovout

The red flags that fly

It's a summery Saturday.

And I'm about to eat cheesy chips.

I'm still awaiting the sudden surge of reinterest (from me I mean) in this blog. It will happen sooner or later. We've had waves of posting here at tobiwan.co.uk and we've ridden the storm.

I didn't mention all the crazy snow time that we had. Snow watch was a good ol' time we had here once upon a time, but without any watchin' we had some serious snow. We went sleddin (kinda) and snowballin on the meadow. Nice.

This week has been rather tirin. Had a gig. Nice. Then we had lacks of sleep. Nice. Can't remember what else there was. Losing momentum. One day I will write proper on my blog. One day I will organise everything. One day.

The letter g was always overrated anyways.

overandoutg

Another one down

It's about time for me to continue the tradition I started last year. In digest form so that you don't actually have to bother (but with links in case you want to) I present to you..

2007!

Januar
Winterwalrus, Blogging about blogging/cooking the saucepan, Center Parcs, Albums, Club 29, BEN!, Snow, Album Launch


Feboo-ar
Bastard Collater, 2 gig weekend, shakes of milk, switchfoot (switchfoop?), more snow, scarves, banoffee pie, cAR-lar's birthday


Marching
PHOTOshoot, JACK BAG!, Life Sentence done broke up


Arpil
BAR - B - Q, Easter in Hastings, wirelessness, ready brek boy, sunny weather


May do
Short studio sesh, new piano, Toby the Plumber, discovered xkcd, BIRTHDAY! AGAIN! What are the chances?, Dave Matthews Band


Juneough
Pontins in Cambridge, The Facebook revolution, Jubnee got hisself marrid, broke me toe, New Prime Minister


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:: half-way point. Let's take a breather! ::
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Julie
Schmokin' ban, Joelyboy moved on, Badger got marrid, rain, paintball, PLAYED SERBIA GOSHGOSH, Horse races, new sofa, new tee vee, Ollie's stag, Hatt's birthday


Augustus
red mists, antfest, on iTunes (at bloody last), visit to Fogpilot's, surfing, curtains, BubbSass weddiage, Camp Strangeday 07, COFFEETEA, Saffablog GO!, Faceblog GO!


Septeveral
David Ford, Marrid 5 years, 19 runs, Lord of the Rings Day III, Saffa got into BIMM


Octobus
DIWhy?, new strangeday website, illness, England lost, David Ford, Fizz moved to the 'Cup


Novembar
Firey Works, The Great Guiness Treasure Hunt, Shark bite (doo ha ha?), Will Smith Fest, The INSPECTION, Trip to Personchester,


Decembizzle
Boosh, Car broke down, car broke down, work dos, David Ford, MILK AND COOKIES, Cooking a big off Turkey (Torquay?), Antfestive, LOOP STATIONS!


This is all only according to what I blogged. I worry about the gaps I've left. For instance: 'Noock moving in, my parents moving (although I mentioned it a month or two after the event), Anwar & Woody getting knocked up (ditto), El's birthday, in fact most birthdays, a Fizz show (although she didn't feature as heavily in the show as before). There's more than likely more, but I can't remember. Turns out I don't blog about very much at all.

Never mind.

overandout

One for the bloggers out there

Hello again.

I've spoken to a few people about stats for websites/blogs and I thought this would be useful for you.

I normally say, "I can get stats because I host my website outside of blogspot so there etc."

But recently I came across Google Analytics. I'd heard about it ages ago but never really twigged what it was. Basically what I'm telling you is that if you sign up to Google Analytics (by going here), stick a bit of code at the bottom of your blog template (follow their instructions) and wait, you'll be able to see some lovely pie charts and informations about who has been looking at your blog.

Unfortunately I don't think it can tell you if the government has earmarked your blog for 'further analysis' due to 'subversive tendencies' or 'rebellious streaks' or 'somewhat distorted view of reality'.

But other than that is does a pritty good job.

overandout

the past goes unnoticed..

I have previously 'harped on' about the usefulness, or perhaps interest is more accurate, of blogging as a means of looking back on myself in years to come, but I was just thinking about how much I actually miss out.

Like my parents moving out of the house which they lived in for most of my teens and all of my early twenties. (See picture yo).

Or the fact that Anwar and Han are having a baby.

Or a mulitude (host?) of other minutiae and bigutiae that clutters up my life but somehow not my blog.

If anything that's kind of fun. Big stuff I would probably remember anyway, but would I necessarily remember an evening of procrastination (there's so many).

Anyway.

statistics, dreaming and the like

Hi there faithful real-worlders. (funnily enough, as I typed that I was listening to In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel, and as we all know, his record label is.. that's right little timmy, Real World. How bizzarely inconsequential).

I hope you're enjoying yourselfs. I know I am. I'm on a break from work you see.

I was thinking it would be interesting to see some statistics about my blogging in order to further analyse myself. Specifically I have a hunch that I generally tend to post more towards the year's close. But I could be wrong. The closing in of the days, the bright but chill days in autumn, the sitting drinking hot drinks watching the poor weather in the lowlight: these cause me to be wistful and slightly melancholic in a good way. And, god forbid, this makes me feel 'artistic' which makes me want to write more. Probably.

I've been thinking about dreaming again. It truly is a weird state of affairs. Particularly the location aspect of dreams. You see I often dream about places that I know and I know in my dream that it is said place. But it bears little or no resemblance or likeness to the actual place. But yet I dream it the same in different dreams over long periods of time. Why? Why does my brain rearrange locations? I think I would understand if it rearranged them randomly each time. Or at least it would trouble me less.

Now, I'd better get back to work so I'm going to head, but so you know (and I know you want to), yes, David Ford was fantastic last nite. There were some odd people in the crowd but we didn't let it spoil the moment.

overandoutt

on the money

you see the thing is that I'm not sure what to write right now. Right write now?

But the other thing is that I'm being put to shame by Nonick Dave and the Saffa. Perhaps I should spend more time comparing myself to Mothervic or Boy Crossroads. That bears a little more comparison.

And I do still have the weight of ages behind me. Coming up to 3 years in October. That's mad good!

I will stop cooking the saucepan (as they say*) now and move on.

Tomorrow we are going to see David Ford. I think I have mentioned him. We're hooking up with Mr Ashton once down there as well.. Nice.

Tonite we were watching Scrubs again. Series 5 is getting better and better. Watched the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory over the weekend as well. Stoopid Hollywood ending aside it was a delight. Gotta love the Deppstah! Having said that, you can never replace the Gene Wilder Wonka. Although I think now you can't replace the Johnny Depp Wonka. So there's some contradictin' for you. I'm ok with it though, generally speaking.

Moving on to something else, I've been back at school for just over a week now and it feels like it's been about a year. Not because work is that hard or stressful (how taxing can it be to make one piece of paper into 2 pieces - or 60 indeed), but because I don't know why because. (that sentence sounded tortuous on purpose - honest).

Similar thing with Greenbelt. We played at Greenbelt only 2 weeks ago and yet it feels like so long ago. You would think this would make me feel damn old, but I feel so young. Or at least I feel so green. That is, not young in a "young and carefree" cliched way. You know.

Gots to go though. Bed it beckons to me.

overandout


* they being me. But it will catch on.