Archive for August, 2006

So, yeah…

…I’ve got a job! This is all muchly fantastic, since it’s not only a job, but a job I can actually do and still have an income left after travel expenses with which to purchase foodstuffs and other semi-essentials. Hooray!

My magic interviewing skills continue to be, uh, fairly good; I’ve now got something like a 4-in-4 hit rate of making people want to give me a job, which is very encouraging, especially for my ego, which likes to be fed every now and then.

Heh. I suspect I shall presently go in search of champagne…

Have fun!

Today I have…

…Played Green Dragon, watched Pocoyo, opened a valve under a mansion that caused the whole thing to blow up in a vast return-to-title-sequence nuclear explosion, drunk a large ammount of coffee, taken two phone calls from Newport…

…And sat about twiddling my thumbs waiting for a) a package I’m expecting and b) feedback from Friday’s interview. I’m only posting this for something to do…
Hey ho.

08.17.05Ugh. The Oxford public library runs IE on the terminals…

…And, yep, that’s near as dammnit the same title of the last post I made from a PC-where-I-can’t-add-a-decent-browser.

 Like I said, last August’s posts rocked.

 Meanwhile, back in The Present…

Just had (another) job interview. I really do hope I get this one; not least because I’m getting just a little tired of doing interviews (suit, tie, shiny shoes, briefcase [thank-you, darling], umberella [thank-you, darling], back at the usual time? [Of course], have a nice time at the interview… and so on…)

Good God, IE loads pages slowly…

No, but I am rather eager to get this job, it’s got an actual chance of leading onto something (as opposed to, say, a life of making pretty window displays, and little to hope for but saving the store manager’s life from a falling sign, or something…).

 Well, let’s see what the day brings forth.

I’m now hanging on in Oxford for evensong at Christ Church, and then I’m heading back to Wallingford. Went bellringing yesterday, or, rather, I went up the tower of St. Mary-le-More and watched everyone else making it look suspiciously easy. I’m heading over a bit early next week so I can start learning to handle a bell, which sounds horribly complicated, but still, it gives me something to do.

At the weekend, I’m apparently going to Reading, to look after two small boys for a day, which is marginally a new one, but could be worse.

Feeling hugely tired, hardly slept for a solid hour last night, kept waking up. Gave up at 0500h and dug out my iriver and listened to that whilst I dozed. Didn’t help.

 Hey ho. In other news, er…

…Well, not much, if I’m quite honest with you. Life at the moment seems to have degenerated into one big round of looking for jobs, going to interviews, and then either not getting them (I’m still, theoretically, waiting to hear from the area manager at Allen & Harris; I’d think having got me to go to interview, even a simple rejection letter would be a common courtesy) or finding out they’re in Banbury at a time I can’t possibly get to Banbury.

Ah well. No doubt thing’s’ll contrive to perk up presently; if I get the thoroughly spiffy job I’ve just interviewed for, then I’m set. That would be unbelievably excellent, of course, but we’ll see how we go.

Have fun!

Huh. An’ I thought “I’ll play as a Samurai for a bit and then get fed up…”


Sayonara Jem Harra the Samurai…

You were poisoned in Ghennom on dungeon level 33 with 1034276 points,
and 141 pieces of gold, after 53072 moves.
You were level 15 with a maximum of 130 hit points when you were poisoned.

Final Attributes:

  • You were piously aligned.
  • You were fire resistant.
  • You were cold resistant.
  • You were sleep resistant.
  • You were shock resistant.
  • You were poison resistant.
  • You were magic-protected.
  • You saw invisible.
  • You were telepathic.
  • You were invisible to others.
  • You were stealthy.
  • You aggravated monsters.
  • You could teleport.
  • You had teleport control.
  • You regenerated.
  • You were protected.
  • You were very fast.
  • You had reflection.
  • You were extremely lucky.
  • You had extra luck.
  • Good luck did not time out for you.
  • Amaterasu Omikami was angry with you.
  • You are dead (2nd time!)

Creatures Vanquised
2245 creatures vanquished.

(including four priests, five shopkeepers, Medusa, a castle full of angry soldiers, two red dragons, one each of blue, orange and green dragons, Asmodeus, a pet dog called Sirius, Jubilex, Ashikaga Takauji and 103 various blobs…)
Genocided species:

  • vampires
  • vampire lords

2 species genocided.


  • You genocided 2 types of monsters.
  • You never polymorphed an object.
  • You used 7 wishes.

I am getting better, see… About two weeks, that’s how long I’ve been playing that character. And it all comes to nothing.

Ah well…

August Update: S2006

Aye, that’s basically the same entry title I used to report on Statto’s party last August. Come on; you can’t expect me to change a winning formula – read the archive; last August’s posts rocked

Anyway, general brilliance aside, one of the best features of last August’s updates was the genius Radio Prune-like soap opera update I created after, for a solitary tense week I was mostly away from the ‘Net and annoying the people filming the Da Vinci Code in Lincoln…

…So I’m not doing that, this time. I can’t be bothered. Anyway, this is an entry to tell you about S2006, not Audrey’s brother’s wife’s gibbon.

So, anyway. On to the real reason you’re all here: You got bored of the rest of the Internet and came to rubberneck the Second Annual ElectricQuaker Party Review:

Three things of S2006 stand out in particular:

  1. The playlist was astonishingly dubious. I continue to maintain that Robbie Wiliams, R&B and Radiohead do not a party album make…
  2. It absolutely pissed it down. To the point where even I was starting to get damp, beneath the layers of dubbin-ed hat and Drizabone
  3. It was the first party where I tried to go to sleep, and in consequence, everyone else let the fire go out.

Right, that’s the grumbly bit out of the way!

S2006 is the wettest S on record – S2005 was a bit damp, I’ll grant you that, but it really did chuck it down last night – in the end, even I was starting to get damp, and that was under a well dubbin-ed hat and an oilskin cloak (Blessed +1 Drizabone). Consequently, I took a tent, and actually went off at 5am for a bit of a nap. I’d got a sleeping bag, as well, but that would’ve meant taking my boots off, so I ended up lying in a tent with the rain pounding down, and astonishingly high pitched animal noises coming from Sally away in the tent to my left.

However, I get ahead of myself. The party itself started shortly after I arrived (following an interlude in which we filled up on grub and Kerreth & I had a rant about the abysmal failings of the last episode of Dr. Who…) and people gradually turned up after that.

Once again, we broke out the Paddling Pool For Cooling Beer (except my ale, obviously, because that would be a) yuk and b) stupid since it was cold and wet) [CoolPool concept (c) Wiggin, S2003] and gave thanks to Coff and Ostler for bringing a small batch of ice to hurl in there to assist with the chilling.

To counteract the chilling of all non-beers, we managed to get a fire going with the clever use of lots of firelighters, some very dry kindling and Armstrong’s boat, which was a bit sad for him, I think, but which burnt fantastically well, albeit in a varnishy sort of way.

Once that was away and going we were able to settle down for the main business of the evening which was either a) having a good time, or b) wandering about and taking photos of people enjoying themselves, whilst likewise having a good time. Having half-inched my mother’s compact digicam, I went for option b, and I’m hoping Statto’s going to get some of the photos and little films organised and online presently, because things like Paw and Kerreth dancing drunkenly and attempting to sing along to Boney M’s Rasputin are fantastic…

Paw & Kerreth …Nah nah nah nah na- -reatest love machine! There was a Cat that- nah nah nah nah…

…doesn’t even begin to cover it. There was Cossack dancing, too.

Mansbridge & Abi turned up, late, but not as late as Wiggin or Ed, and I spent a good while chatting to him & various other people under the shelter of the awning whilst the rain came and went around us. Also, there were rhubarb & custard lollipops, which I’d been really enjoying until Rosalind suddenly said “Coo! I can see your huge fat stomach through your camera!” [I think, in fact, she may not have said ‘huge fat,’ but even so, it was a briliantly tactless means of saying “Hey, that digital camera’s got a small display screen on the back that shows you what’s visible through the lens!” so I found myself broadly amused…

Just like last year, a whole pile of people kept saying I look like Terry Pratchett, which was random, and Luke Ostler won several million bonus points because, as I ran at him in the dark, Drizabone flapping and shiny black hat beating back the rain, he yelled “Help! It’s V for Vendetta!”

Well done that man who’s apparently only seen trailers for the film. [Can you believe, I read the whole of that book by way of an edition with “NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE!” written on the front cover, and I still went “Good God, have they tried to make it into a film?” when I saw some poster about it in Edinburgh? See me follow what’s going on in the world..

O, aye, and on a side note, in the event that I get a job I may yet be up for further graphic novels, by way of passing the time, so any suggestions much welcome, darker the better, leave a comment at the foot of the post…]

Having just got myself establised Worlds Coolest Masked Mentalist [you have no idea how sore my cheeks are from trying to keep up a frozen-mask smile…] Sally said we should all go for a walk, which somehow ended up with lots of people apparently lost on the airfield. How you can manage to get lost on a dark flat field from which you can always see the lone purple light in the control tower, I have no idea, but it took some time for everyone to get back together, and that with the help of a variety of flashing torches, and people disapearing in seach of people who probably intended to lose the other guys in the first place. Daftness, but what else is 3am for? [Don’t answer that one, cheers…]

Shortly after that, it came on to rain again, as it had been for pretty much regular 30-minute invervals ever since the end of the playlist at midnight. Presently, people began to head off to their own tents (or other people’s tents, as the case apparently was a little over 60% of the time) except for Tamsyn, who got exiled from her tent after a camera-shy bloke called Ben knocked the awning over, and then contrived to undo all the guy lines…

O, aye, and except for the people who had it away to the snug comfort of a spacious 406 they’d brought with em, so as not to mix their high-society colonialness with the common people. Bloody Mansbridge and his sloping off to the warm…

I hung on for a bit, although I may be getting the chronology wrong at this point, and watched a couple of old episodes of [post BBC are reactionary dicks and fire Angus Deaton] HIGNFY on a small DVD player with Josh & Paw, and then I started to feel the damp through my coat with increasing shiverfulness, so about 5am, in the absence of a nice reviving cup of coffee and a DVD of South Park BLU to tide me over till everyone else got up at half eight, I wandered back to my tent, where, as I’ve already said, Sally’s screeches and Joe Armstrong’s HGV-shifting-into-first-gear snoring created an interesting stero effect.

With my usual organisation skills and forward planning, I’d brought with me both a roll-mat and a sleeping bag. With my usual “Christ, it’s 5am, I’m tired, I need coffee and I’m sure as Hell not faffing about with a sleeping bag that I’ll have to stuff back into its bag in the morning” attitude, I pulled off my coat and hat, shoved on the uberjumper that kept me sweating in the -10 frosts of the Real Ale Ramble and went to sleep.

I can’t pretend to have slept especially well – few people would, I think, on a hard floor, in a cold and damp tent, with the rain pounding on the canvas as if God himself wanted Sally to stop screaming so he could get in a bit of kip before the daily staff meeting, but I managed three hours of fitful dozing, and then I hauled myself back out, to see the fire was nearly out (Thanks Harper, for trying to speed that one up… Daft bugger…) and Mrs Statto was up & about distributing cups of tea.

I’ve said many times before I’m not a morning person, but by God I’m good at mornings if I’ve just pulled an all-nighter and there’s a handy cup of tea. Thanks to that I was perked right up and made it back to Newport in the back of Mavis, the Barlow Nurseries plant factory truck with a contingent of troops off to get the 1100h 481 to Telford.

And that, all in all, was a hugely wet S. Roll on 2007, and hopes of a marginally less sodden mid-August.

Do continue to check out the Party Website, where I’m told Statto is planning to put up the pictures and webcam feeds and so on and such like.

Have fun!

@ – a human or other object (old man) seen: wally.

I think I’ve been playing too much NetHack… Was on a bus through Oxford this afternoon & saw, further down the road, an old grey-haired bloke in a white jacket.
I absolutely swear my first thought was “Hey! A Giant Mimic!”
O dear…

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Many thanks to Statto for retriving EQ from the patent Gay-Abyss that is “broken things on the internet”. *sigh*.

Now I’ve got it back I’m planning on considerably tinkerage, and, perhaps, will get in a few actual links to otherwebsites, this time, such as I’ve not had since BigMcLargeHuge went tits-up at the end of July 2005. I’m also hoping to fish some of the livejournal entries I made around that time last year out of their coffins and shove ’em in here with appropriate timestamps &c.

I’ll let you know if I manage that, not that you’re liable top be bursting to find out what I was up to back then, since, if you care, you already know, but hey… It’s all good practice.

O, yeah – if you want me to link to a site (and I know you, and you’re not offering me drugs I don’t want, or pornography I’ve no immediate use for, and could get much cheaper on a newsgroup anyway…) then leave me a comment, and I’ll try and work out how to set things up.

What’s an XFN?

I’ve been to the Fringe. And it’s British. Hoorah!


Now in Wallingford (where, tiresomely, I’ve just realised that the laptop is running Win 2k, which means it won’t recognise the iriver. Joy of refusing to wait and get a 120 instead of an H10.)…

However, the “now in Wallingford” bit is impressiveish, on account of my having previously been holed up in Edinburgh for a week, in a wonderfully plush flat with Ruth [Well, duh…] and also Dan and Claire, which was muchly cool.

Marked contrast of the aforementioned plush flat to my previous accommodation in Edinburgh, (a sort of bleakish Scottish Penbryn), which was super, and it was bang opposite the Cannon’s Gait, where we, er, spent the week. No, really, we did. Joy of the Free Fringe and Peter Buckley Hill.

[Everyone cheer…

…Hooray! &c.]

This was all muchly entertaining; and I’ve now spent an entire week watching various stand-up things. Among my favourites were Radio Pear, the aforementioned PBH, Yianni’s Head and My Family and Other Alcoholics, plus, of course, the Pick of the Fringe shows on at the Cannon’s Gait. Had a fantastic time, probably going to work my way round to bashing up some “proper” reviews of some of the stuff, presently.

Do keep an eye on Dan’s blog, since you’ll notice he’s promised some toptastic stories of our experiences and you will want to see them. And do visit that link to check out the piccy of us with the inventor of the Free Fringe. Muchos free comedy. Best in the world. Hoorah!


In many ways, a pity to be back; the train journey down was especially depressing – a change at Crewe, which is beautiful – it’s actually light, and you can see the sun, and everything (Can you tell I normally change trains at Birmingham New Street?) – and then I got off the train at, uh, Stafford.

Rubbish. But I did manage the full 250-odd miles in five hours, which impressed me, especially as I had two changes.

And now, as I say, I’m back in Wallingford, for a couple of job interviews. And I’m using the old keyboard from the MITAC 286 I had back in 1989. Hooray for individually sprung keys and a proper productive-sounding clackety typing noise!

Ah… I do like Edinburgh. Many many thanks to Dan & Claire (&, obviously Ruth as well) for a fantastic time, and I’ll strongly advise anyone reading this who’s expecting to go to Edinburgh whilst the Fringe is on to check out the comedy at the delightful (& smoke-free, huzzah!) Cannon’s Gait pub on the Royal Mile.

Have fun!