Eternal mind of the spotless sunshine


Am I gone?
October 14, 2010, 4:10 am
Filed under: profile

Or am I simply not here?



Blind Io
November 2, 2009, 6:13 pm
Filed under: rpg

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I am Blind Io.



Gaiman, the prophet
August 18, 2009, 5:17 pm
Filed under: books, space

Neil Gaiman has produced some of the best literature I’ve read. I’m an avid reader of his blog, and as of today, obviously because I’m using Firefox today, am now following him on twitter.

One of his great novels is ‘Stardust’. Two worlds intertwined where a young lad ventures into weird lands and meets up with a star that has fallen and is, specially if you take into account the movie version, very clairedanesianly gorgeous in every way.

So, in essence, it’s a story about a boy and a girl. And that girl is a star. Like, cosmic material. Not paparazzi material.

How absolutely amazing that NASA has found a building block of life, the aminoacid glycine, in a comet? Want to know how fricking amazing the discovery became to someone like me? The spacecraft’s name is ‘Stardust’.

Gaiman has recently won a Hugo for his brilliant The Graveyard Book. It’s now time for the much-coveted Nobel Prize.



Twit
August 7, 2009, 1:04 am
Filed under: rants

Ever since the beginning of this whole twittering saga we are all so dearly trying to accomplish, I have found myself deeply regretting this life I have chosen for myself.

For you find yourself in need of saying the shittiest things to all those who follow you. As a means to provoke your popularity in ways not normally found. I think that’s the ticket for twitter.

The little bird freaks me out now.

Sometimes I want to say something worthwhile. The time never comes. So I say anything that’s happening at the moment I twit. Fucking stupid twits, they are. How can they not be?

I’m actually glad Safari is so much better to use and navigate than Firefox is – on my MacBook, at least. For I have the devilish Twitterfox. And that has kept me away from all social media for weeks.

Finding out that Safari is so much faster is a great thing. I can now rid myself of that godforsaken little ‘t’ at the bottom of the window. The place where the pointer found an irresistible urge to click and, thus!, make me want to twit.

Fucking twits. Die. Until tomorrow, when I find the urge to tell everyone my latest Fettucini Alfredo was the best I’ve ever made.



Hammers squad
August 1, 2009, 12:50 am
Filed under: sports

This is my shot at it, done at the BBC website:

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Looks way too attacking, but that’s just me.



Bangkok Incident
July 8, 2009, 4:42 am
Filed under: travel

Bangkok is a mess! People everywhere, in every possible direction, yet your cabbie steers all away at 70mph. When I was in the tour van with my parents, only my father spoke to the lady who was directing us. We, my brother and mother, kept speaking to eachother in portuguese. She thought my mother couldn’t speak english.

Thus ensued a hilarious occasion. Whilst driving from one temple to another (there are seventeen MILLION temples… visit them all… they’re fupping great), on our way back to the hotel, she asked my father if, after dropping us off, he’d care for some entertainment. Handed him her card and said ‘we’re very discrete, just tell your wife you want to walk around to buy her a present from the market but doesn’t want her to come with because it’s a surprise. It’s very near the hotel. Only a couple minute’s walk. Just look for this sign (pointed to the card) and ask for (some name I can’t remember)’.

My mom, distracted as she is, didn’t even pick up what the lady was saying – the fact that she speaks louder than a hyena screams is also a major factor in not listening to those around her. My brother and I looked at each other and saw my father’s face (he’s of moorish-portuguese decendancy… meaning a little arab… meaning slightly suntanned coloured skin…) turn maroon red from the embarrassment, kind of looking across the van to my mother without being disrespectful to the tour lady. He accepted the card and had a nervous smile as an answer to her offer. As we got off the van, dad handed my mother the card, asked her to come with, and we all laughed our arses off in the lobby. She wanted to kill the little lady.

Me and my brother spent three days asking for that card. We never got it.



Safe scousers
December 1, 2008, 11:37 am
Filed under: sports

This was on the West Ham Forum where I’m a regular poster:

AlanHubb: Does Any1 have any ideas or previous experiences on where to park at LIVERPOOL??? thats safe!! coz we all know what them scousers are like!!

NamHammer: Yeah Alan, when you go to Liverpool the safest place to park is in Manchester, hope this helps.

Laughed for hours. =)




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