Yeah, its been rather slack recently but we've had guests camping out in the front room so no blogging I'm afraid.....and I'm off to work in 10 and then the summer house for a longish weekend so nothing doing this weekend (unless I can get to a computer, my the power of my mind). Normal disservice will be restored as soon as possible.

weather: Sunny
book: The Long March by William Styron (him of Sophies Choice (not Sophies World, very very different)) and Number9dream by David Mitchell, which is bloody excellent.
Oh my god, Wes is still alive.....STARTREK.COM

 

praise be to the gods of the net....awesome awesome siteThe Project Apollo Image Gallery

its early, and I can't sleep. In fact, I've been awake for the last three hours, sufficiently cognisent to finish the Arthurian swashbuckler I was reading and hear the newspaper being delivered at 0430. It could be that my impending trip from the UK is keeping me awake as I chuckle with excitement at the thought of seeing many of the things I hold dear, or it could be the 3 cans of lager and Chicken Balti i had last night........as I get older such things seem to have a rather detrimental affect, still, no signs of leakage yet - which can only be a good thing.

I would write more but the keyboards bloody loud.

Blogging will return from tuesday, where the sites and sounds of blighty will be faithfully recorded.

weather: grey and overcast
apparal: towel and Professionals T-shirt
inconsequential desire: cheeky 6a problem on lovely dartmoor granite

looks interesting.......nice flash site toSaints and Soldiers

If you've come looking for inspiration and wit then, by god, you've come to wrong place - actually, if you ever came here for that then you really need to surf some more. I'm tired, by brain is fuzz, I've been working on the marketing for a conference for the WHOLE DAY! Crikey, its almost like working for a living, not used to it at all - and I'm feeling out of sorts because it was raining this morning and I could not get out roller blading before work, hummmpfh. Actually, it was the Captain who suggested that we roam through no man's land during a lull in the shelling. So, with our hearts deep in our boots we slithered over the earthern wall into the grey light of the dawn. The sky was a bruised blue colour and, high above, we could see the faint contrails of high altitude cruise missiles. The ground beyond the trench was ripped and torn, the earth splayed and torn by the bombardment of the last few days. The soldiers who had fought and fallen over this nondescript were evident, though none seemed to be intact, eyes, ribs and guts all exposed to the light and the crows. Billy, his face even more sallow than usual took the lead and I crawled after him, my only view the mud caked soles of his boots as we advanced, slowly, towards the enemy trench. After what seemed hours, but in reality was no more than twenty minutes we rolled down the edge of a huge shell hole and paused for breath. The base of the hole held a small puddle, and curiously, a perfectly intact flower floated on its oily surface its white petals glaring bright compared to the dun colour of the abused and burnt ground. There were five of us, Billy the squad leader, Cromwell, Mack, the new guy and myself. We huddled together at the base of the shell hole and then, as Billy dropped his clenched fist down, we stumbled to our feet and charged recklessly over the top of the enemy trench. The fear was always there, the blood thundereing in my veins and a feeling like my guts were made of liquid. My rifle felt like it weighed a hundred kilos and I tried to hunch down behind my helmet and body armour. We floundered over the last few metres of mud and dropped into the gaping blackness of the trench like demons returning to hell. It was empty, it always had been.

music: StarWars - The Imperial March. Again, why is it that with 200 odd tracks currently on the real player it insists on playing Coldplay again, good taste I agree but a little boring....lets see, , Meja - intimacy....possibly better.
weather: 21 and sunny.

hell, its monday - you're bored, I'm bored, even the floors board, why not waste a few minutes with this.......kinda like Jet Set Willy, if you excuse the pun........Supershag Land

Well, I'am always the last to know. Somehow my geek sense totally failed me and everytime I saw an advert or article about this I just thought, 'consigned to development hell' and paid no more attention. I have been waiting for this for some time, right since Darkhorse (I think it was them) did the comic book series.....Lance 'Bishop' Henrikson is in it. Which has to be a good thing. Signourney has clearly managed to wrestle her way out of the franchiseALIEN vs. PREDATOR. Talking of movies I also notice that the Sequal toPitch Black is coming soon.....

continuing my armchair obcession with splatter zombie movies.....Film Threat - Reviews

Lovely morning, the sky is blue and looking out the window I could see the sharp shadows cast onto the ruddy bricks of the flats opposite.....after days of dull light and mizzle this is refreshingly lovely.

Can't remember if I mentioned this or not but I went to the climbing gym on tuesday night, only spent an hour traversing but it was time well spent and no pain from my shoulder - most excellent. I've spent some time on the blades this week with some spectacular crashes, as I now seem to have a modicum of balance and skill which means I stay upright for far longer when things begin to go pearshaped.

Should be working today but I think I'll give myself the afternoon off - why not? I do however, have to figure out photoshop in the next few hours.


Again, some of you may not totally enjoy this but - for the odd - check out the gallery and download of the mighty Ken Palmer soloing an 8a - really nice piece of film. Many years ago I had the honour of climbing a couple of routes with him, well cool.BigPebbles Media

brain dead from hours staring at exel database, computer sickness has set in.

recent book: Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood, really good and very black humour.
recent comic: From Hell, Allan Moore and Eddie Campbell - its about Jack the Ripper, very very good.
I really should read something I don't like to make this seem more balanced.


lovely thought, these little chaps roaming around the martian sandsBBC NEWS | Science/Nature | Rover 'in training' for hill trek

computer......running slow...........like running through custard....must stop and eat.........need more RAM.......

well hello. So it seems that the whole of Northern Europe is about to be washed away in a biblical flood. Very frustrating weekend of rain, when it final broke on sunday afternoon me and K managed to get out for a quick skate/cycle and then a trip to Hovs Hallar to get some rock in. Managed to scare myself witless by finding myself a long way off the deck on slightly slippy slopey holds....nasty nasty.

The roller blade project is progressing nicely, invested in some elbow and knee protectors on Friday which gave me more confidence in practicing turning and stopping a little more agressively.


weather: damp, overcast. Its summer, right?
music: Stereolab 'ping pong'
last book: Axiomatic, Greg Egan. Usual quantum physics tomfoolery.

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The words downpour, tumult and cloudburst are insufficient to describe the deluge which I found myself cycling through to get to the job centre. The rain was insane to the point that from the holes on a manhole cover jets of water spouted a metre into the air as the drains all backed up. So, like a drowned rat I squelched into the job centre to let them know I was working half time (although its more like full time these days) and found the office completely empty, after a few minutes of wandering around marie celeste like offices I found the staff all busily eating lunch and generally ignoring the inconvience of an English invandrare dripping on the floor.

Most excellent Swedish word: lagom, meaning neither one thing nor the other. Theres no real English equivalent.
Desire: Good weather over the weekend so I can enjoy more bone crunching impacts with tarmac (memo to self: must not skate downhills before I can brake) and hopefully some rocky pleasures.
Music: The Specials, James Bond Theme.
Weather. The very opposite of very dry.

Possibly one of the greatest comedy moments, ever. 

I am battered. Two evenings of my new 'sport', roller blading, have left me with bruises, cuts and general light damage. Three spectacular falls to date.

Its fucking raining....how can it rain so much. Apparently this is the wettest summer on record for Sweden.

I would write more but I need to risk drowning by venturing outdoors.

anarchic art proffessors making trouble The Scientist :: Prof to be arraigned today

For some reason the sites poping up a 404 message when you click on the site, hit refresh and its okay - strange, but then if you are reading this you've figured it out.

the little old, rather grey, librarian suddenly vaulted over the desk of her musty dusty library where the hundreds of dog eared and hounded volumes had been her solitary companions. She ran out into the street, tearing her tweed asunder and casting her spectacles into a privet hedge. Squinting into the horizon she hitched the shreds of burberry around her knocky knees and fled to a better life on the high seas.

A strange thing I've noticed in both Malmö and Copenhagen is the presence of the outline of someones feet drawn onto the pavement in white paint. About a size 10 I'd say, quite wide feet, and always standing rather than walking. Not everywhere, but here and there.

Weather: Close, damp.
Music: Primus (precisely now, John the Fisherman)
Book at the minute: Mara and Dann, by Doris Lessing. Just finished by How the Dead Live by Will Self, very most modern, apparently.

shame on you Blair....so how, exactly, is the security of the UK 'enhanced' since the war, fucking wanker BBC NEWS | Politics | Blair says WMD 'may never be found'

yep, proof of the below heres me enjoying an easy V0 traverse above the sea. 

Its rollover week as I slip from 32 to 33 with only a little grease and almost no effort. Remarkably I can actually remember where I was last birthday, UK natch but I clearly remember being in my old place - the strange thing is it seems only like last month. Very cool present came via the UK from the parents, 1 and a half seasons of Father Ted....absolutely fantastic for a humour starved ex-pat.

Its very 'close' today, as Thor whacks his mighty tool and damp emissions spray on the ground. Interesting that we say 'close', but you never hear anyone say 'oooh, a long way away' when refering to the weather.

Splendid weekend of rock activity - the first in five weeks of recovery. Most excellent fun at Hovs Hallar playing on strange granite of dubious quality above landings of varying death potential. None the less top fun.

its quite possible I've sent y'all to this site before but what the heck, its way cool and I cannot be bothered to surf the dirty corners of the net today, especially after 7 hours of staring at a computer screenXIAOXAIO MOVIE

Cover art from Moonshadow, one of the most splendid comic books I've read in years. Top. 

Very quickly as I'm jomping to the railway station in 5, off to the summerhouse for the weekend.
Spent the last two days sweating a database into shape, lots of illogical computer fun. Saw the LadyKillers, full review to follow but I'm afraid it scores a lowly 4 out of ten, half a point up from last night score.

yep, have a trevlig Helg.

excellent advice for a gentleman around town..- More Useful Everyday