James’ Poor Brain

On the advice of Abbi, I am updating my blog with something witty and interesting.

 After deciding I have nothing witty or intersting to say, I have come to the conclusion thta I shall copy and paste recent highlights from the Muse forum instead.

Here goes…

 Quote: From the Torchwood thread

Originally Posted by Caff Russell lives in his own little world, Planet Fanboy, where everyone thinks everything he’s done to Doctor Who is amazing and that Torchwood is any good just because it’s got swearing and sex, therefore MUST be more mature, and not doing that stuff just because it can get away with it post-9pm…oh no not at ALL! What’s with him wanting to have some sort of gay reference in there all the time? Ok, I am open-minded and don’t mind people openly being homo/bisexual…I don’t mind seeing a same-sex couple holding hands for example, cos said couple aren’t doing what RTD is doing which is basically “I AM GAY DON’T YOU KNOW! Oh there’s not enough gay references on TV! We need to represent!11 GAY GAY THIS GAY THAT. GAY!” - we get the bloody picture! If it wasn’t done so blatantly and so frequently I wouldn’t mind.

From Strawberry_Juice’s sig:

Major: Matt’s reaction on the news that he’s a schizophrenic.

Quote:

Originally Posted by dwydav For all those who don’t know, CelticKnight…touched me… here *points to crotch* he’s a bad person, and should not be listened to.

Me, on the Muse forums:

“What a bunch of benders”

I downloaded and am currently using Firefox, Internet Explorer’s arch nemisis. I have been told to do this multiple times (mostly by Abbi and Ben) because its apparently super-awesome and will make all other web browsers obselete.

Eh? I can barely tell the difference. The toolbars are different and I can see the blue ring on my blog, but that’s it. Its not faster, I get the same amount of pop-ups and I have to re-download various media-playing devices I already had!

Whats the big deal? Its not bad (far from it), or even worse than Internet Explorer- Its just the same. Its like, I got a High-Definition TV the other day, and the picture is no different! Next time I jump on the next technology bandwagon, I’m certainly going to use it round Ben’s house first.

 If you had to highlight the text to read this, I’m better than you.

But don’t tell him I told you that. 

Woo! An entirely Muse-based blog entry. Havent done one for a while. Anyway, some newsflashes for you….

- Knights Of Cydonia (the single) is out on November 27th. Would make a good xmas present, just saying…

- Its exactly two weeks until me and Abbi go to Cardiff to see them live.

- I got a book the other day. Its called “Play Bass with Muse”. Unfortunately, the book did not come with a Muse. Just an accompianment CD (badum tish)

- and finally, the best news of all…

MUSE ARE RECORDING. What it is I don’t know, I think Chris ate the apple the secret microphone was hidden in, but new material is on the way. My guess? An EP consisting of pwoper (spelt like Matt says it, y’see) Progressive Wock (again) songs with 15-minute piano solos and Micro-Cuts-esque falsettos.

Sounds awesome. But then, it IS Muse…

I’m currently trying to break into the animated world of GIF-making.

 For those who don’t know, a GIF (or gif, or indeed gif.) is like a little frame-by-frame animation, made by inserting pictures or short bits of video into it and making it play on an infinite loop.

The trouble is, I have no idea where to start. If anybody could give me any ideas it would be greatly appreciated. I have the program and I know how to make it work, but the subject matter is a little fuzzy. Any thoughts?

…to destroy a guitar!

I did so today, in the company of Abbi and Ben (to whom the guitar belonged. well, at the time). We filmed it than ran into a nice farmer bloke called Dave. He is now in Colin Attacks as, well, a farmer.

 Also, if Maths revision requires getting up at 8 in the morning during the holidays, then I’d rather get a C.

When I look at my blog at home, the background is plain black.

 HOWEVER, when I saw it today on Ben’s computers it had a blue ring around the picture, thus ruining my whole “secret message” thing by making the black text readable. (speaking of which, Sophie, there will be no new keyboard for you!)

Weird! Is anyone else missing a coloured ring?

In this blog I have hidden a secret message. What EVER might it be?

How do you make muffins so delicious? Add a cupful of Matt Bellamy’s skin cells.

Oh well, looks like you’ll never get to see it. It’s a shame, too. It could SAVE YOUR LIFE…

Keep Looking, you’ll find it.

Or maybe you won’t.

Blah.

There IS something to write (complain) about after all. My frikking ulcer.

I don’t know how, but it manages to make the entire left side of my tounge feel like someone is stabbing it with a hot poker covered in limescale. Talking is hard; drinking is painful; eating is near-impossible.

The irony is that could have been gone by now. Yesteday, relatively early in the day,this conversation happened:

Dad: James, I’m going to the shops. Can I get you anything?

Me: Yeah, can you get me some Bonjela?

Dad: Yes.

And that should have been that. But, upon returning…

Me: This is toothing gel.

That’s right. A grown man, a man other people trust with their money, cannot distinguish a tube of anti-ulcer gel and a similar-sized, yet clearly labelled (yes, I probably spelt it wrong) tube of TEETHING GEL. It even had a picture of a baby on the side.

Actually, I’ll take back what I said earlier. The BIGGEST irony is that teething gel is actually stopping me from eating solid food.

I wish there was something interesting to write about, but there isn’t. I’m sorry.

However. you may amuse yourselves with this picture I got off Uncyclopedia…

I don’t get it either. But I laughed.

There were once two lads named Jack and James. Mature in physical form (well, James was anyway) yet naive at heart, these two boys ventured deep into woods in search of adventure (Lydiard Park, and there was nothing else to do).

On their travels, they met many obstacles, such as sticks that would not break when smacked into bigger sticks and deciding who got to go on the zipline first. And James got a stitch, what the hell is up with that?

And yet, they were driven on by determination and what little supplies they had (I had some Rolos in my pocket), and they eventually conquered the path that was a little bit muddier than the other paths.

However, the noble advernturer’s journey came to an unxpectedly abrupt end - Jack’s mum wanted him to be home by 2:00.

Then James went home and went on the computer.