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April 23rd, 2007

02:22 am - Vtech - The Dunblane gun control post This comes straight from a post on gun control in the froum mentioned in the infamous post [see Facebook for the post iself, it's been deleted from here - it might make a return in an edited form someday, but sure as hell not now!] Anyway, it's a verbatim lift, but I just think it sums up my gun control thoguhts. I was one year older than the children killed at Dunblane - and my worldview has been shaped by the horror of that day. And yeah, I did genuinely have to stop at the end, and have a wee sob..I'm such a tool! Begin block quote: Speaking of illness, Mayhem brought up Dunblane. I'd like to explore this for a bit - being from the west coast, I feel a connetion to the place, as it's disturbingly close to where I live, and going to Edinburgh on the train involves going straight through the place - and all I think, each time, is tthis is where it happened'. Just over 11 years ago [I was 7 at the time], a man walked into a school. Later on, it was said he should never have been there, that he was known locally as a pedophile, that he shouldn't have been able to get in and get to the gymnasium. All these things are true. But they don't change the facts. He did get in. He did get to the gym. He did open fire. Now, strange though it may sound, despite the loss of life that brought Scotland to it's knees, despite the horror of what happened, despite everythnig - we were all lucky. You see, he caught a class using the gym as jsut that - a gym. We think...he overslept, or was delayed...somehow. We'll never know. What we do know is that he was carrying 743 catridges, full metal jacket and hollowpoint. If my memory serves there were 200 children at the school. That morning, they'd all been at assembly. 200 children in one room. More than three bullets per child. He could, quite possibly, have killed each and every last one of them. Fully 2% of the towns population, dead at his hands. As it was, he 'only' [hah] killed sixteen and their teacher. Plus himself. At the time I was too young to really understand what was going on, but now I'm old enough to have seen T.V. programmes dealing with it as history; and I rmeember one horrific peice of footage rom the BBc's Remembering Dunblane - Ten Years On. Trust me, I've saved the best till last. At the time, the local police weren't too skilled at handling major events [I mean, it's Stirlingshire!], so they did their press conferences in the open, just across the road, with one of the senior officers doing the talking. And I remember seeing the poor buggers face, and the look in his eyes, as he read a list of the dead. 'Victoria Elizabeth Clydesdale, age 6; Emma Elizabeth Crozier, age...6; Melissa Helen Currie, age 6...' and so on, into infinity, name after name. The gasps and sobs from the press. Lives over at age 6. They'd be in their last year of school now, preparing for college, for uni, for work, for love, for life. And they'll never have any of that. Age 6, forever. ...hang on, I can't see the keys. ...There we go. Sorry. This is quite difficult. After that, handgun legislation was tightened. A lot. You could still get .22 single shots, apparently, but they were banned in 1997, so you can now own historic weapons, like muzzle-loaders, and certain sporting handguns, and that's it. And I have to say, if it stops another Dunblane, I'm glad. I'd like to finish my most difficult post with a line from Dunblane, by the band UK Subs, which really captures the feeling in Scotland at least. "After Dunblane, how can you hold a gun and say you're innocent?" Current Mood: sympathetic Tags: dunblane, vtech

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April 22nd, 2007

04:53 am - VTech - post the first This is the first time I've broken my public silence over the VTech massacre, and really, what I've got to say is a little bit..out there, perhaps. More normal outporings of grief, and maybe a copypasta of my awesome Dunblane speech delivered half the internet away, to follow. I've spent a lot of time rubbed up against the character of Seung-Hui Cho, looking him up, scoping him out, pitying him...and what I really want to know now, is this. Is it wrong that, in some ways, I'm really, really starting to...understand the guy? Not what he did, good greif no but...why he did it, is almost starting to come together in my head? I mean, I think some of this jsut has to do with my approach to anything I can't quite deal with - I jsut end up craving understanding. And the more I research this guy, the harder I find it to feel disgust at his actions - don't get me wrong, I'm as far from condoning them as I ever was, but I can see why someone with his precise mental makeup and societal surround would do such a thing. A fellow student, today, talking about the fact that he kept a list of all those who bullied him, dismissed it as being 'just Seung', and said he was bullied every day. Some of his comments in the infamous video mailed to MSNBC[yes, I did seek it out; like I say, I need to do these things to cope, but I don't actually LIKE doing them] make it clear, to me, that he thoguht by standing up for himself in such a...dramatic fashion...he could help thers take courage in similar situations. It's been suggested to me elsewhere he may have been autisitc. Now, anyone who knows me will tell you that I often wonder about people being on the spectrum somewhere, largely because of how subtle it can be and how much it can explain, and I really honestly think that there's a fair chance Seung really was on there, right in the beginning. What is beyond question, however, is that he was definitely disturbed, in a very serious and sad way - plus, I think he may have just run out of hope. Hope that the bullying would stop. Hope that the world would brighten up. Hope that the future was worth having. Poor guy. I know how he felt. Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: The Song of the Birds - Predawn Skies Tags: vtech

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March 18th, 2007

03:12 am - IMMA UPDATING MY JOURNAL! Shoop da woop! Okay, sorry, but I've been spending waaaay too much time studying 7chan memes recently. Admittedly, several are pretty funny, but that's got nowt to do wit' price o' bread now. So I'll get to the point. The big news is that this thing is back from the dead, ladies and gentlemen! It's been more than a year since I got a girlfriend, and for that and other reasons stopped posting, but I need to reflect on stuff, and where better to wash my dirty laundry than in public? So, yeah! Anyway, that's enough of this crap, time to get to work! -'Ro Current Mood: satisfied

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September 30th, 2005

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September 29th, 2005

09:35 pm - Stuff, and how NOT to do it. Whoa, I've been buthy. Been emailing Anna a lot, at the obviouth level...but I've been doin other thtuff too. Ath you can hear, I've had ,my brathe removed and a retainer fitted, but it'th interfering with my thpeech thomewhat. Altho, I've been to Thtirling Univerthity and...oh, I give up, I'm reverting to normal. Yeth...yes I am. That's better. Now. I've had another driving lesson...which went quite well toward the end [rubbish at the start, alas]. And I also drove to my Great uncle Jim's, and also went to the Haircut place to get my mum and make an appointment for me [my hair now having returned to prior levels, I can justify a ludicrously expensive haircut!]. However, it's raining. A lot. So I ran in. Big mistake. The flagstones just inside were sodden, and stopping...with wet trainers...and wet flagstones...and it's just generally me...so. Yup. WHOOPS! I go flying. Literally. I have just enough time to think 'Whose feet are they above my head? Oh, wait, they're mine!' before I crash down, on my hip, hand and arm. And even then, I haven't quite stopped moving. Nope - I slide. Into the huge display unit they have right next to the door [accident waiting to happen?]. And then I get to see over £100 of hair products rain around me. it's okay, they all bounced. Shame I didn't! Current Mood: sore

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September 16th, 2005

03:17 pm - Surroundedbypeopleyetutterlyalone Whoo, I've never tried Stream of Consciousness for subject titles before. Whoo. I am proud. Go me. Firstly, I'm sorry for not posting for ages. I've done many things, some exciting, some not, some of which I'm proud, some not. Maybe one day you'll get to hear about them. For now, I want to talk about one thing. Her name is Anna. Oh, my lord, that sounded corny. I met her at the Church of Scotland National Youth Assembly [COSY NA, because I like the look of it - ask me for more some other time...]. We watched a sunrise. Long story short, I fell in love. Silly me. [heh]. Well, all fine and rosy, you say? Wrong. She wants to wait and get to know me better before she commits...which is very wise and commendable. Unless you're me. In which case it shares the bejezus out of you. Because she's off to Uni next week, and I'm convinced she'll find someone better...someone who can do more for her and isn't all of 80 miles away [and that's as the crow flies]...oh, crap. Someone she deserves. ...I feel better now. Still bit down. Maybe we'll talk more another time. For now, bed. Current Mood: lonely Current Music: Fooled Around and Fell in Love, twisted to my own purposes Tags: anna, nya

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July 31st, 2005

06:19 pm - Going Home Hi folks! Well, my vacation's over now, so I should be coming home...now actually. I'm in the airports' courtesy thingamajig, got 15 mins of net before I move on. Flight should have left by now, but it's been delayed - from 6:45 to 11:10. Mmm, fun. Worst of all is that I can't sleep on planes, and I have an orthodontist appointment about 3 hours after touchdown. No sleep for Scott - and I only got about 6 hours last night [that's enough for most people, but I sleep up to 11 hours straight normally - 16 when I'm this tired. Yes, 16.].But what the hey, I had fun. I'll tell you more later, but I got loads of stuffs to do right now [I haven't seen the internet for two weeks! Normally I get withdrawl after 2 hours!]. See you! P.S. Hair - regrowing quickly, but I still lok about 5 years younger. Remind me to tell you *that* story later. Current Mood: tired Current Music: [in my head] Going Home (Theme from The Local Hero)

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July 16th, 2005

11:13 pm - Life is good - reasons to be cheerful This journals ben getting too emo lately, and I'm only one step away from moaning aboyut how no one appreciates my genius. They don't, but...oh my GOD! Right, that does it, happy journal time. I'm listing things that make me happy. *Even adults get to watch kids TV. *My family view me as thier resident PC expert *I love my wee cousin - and he loves all my random nerd stuff [lightsabers, furry art] *Hair grows *I got to see a guy get nipplewhistled in public by two of his friends...simultaneously. When he wasn't remotely expecting it. *There are two films out this summer with penguins! TWO! *I have the greatest group of friends ever *My church is sending me to a 4 star hotel for free. :) *I've discovered a shred of artistic talent! *My webcomic idea is coming together *fast*, although I'm probably gonna have to cut one segment, which I reaslised I ripped off from jennifer Governemt, but ah well, these things happen. Might keep it anyway. *I'm going to America tomorrow! Whoopee! *I like the weather where I live! *Webcomics are free and good! *I have an amusing cartoon taped to my printer! *The TV is occasionally rather brilliant. Last night Quicksilver Highway was on, Still Game is returning, and I get regular doses of Scrubs and those crappy American cop shows that I love for some reason via freeview. *I have a newly minted ATRAC3 CD that has my whole CD collection on one disc. *I have two stress balls with the face of an ex-teacher from my school on, so I get to squash his face whenever I like. Like now! *I love this computer! *I remeber how to get the IP address of a web site at last! *I've got the sixth Dark Tower and Harry Potter Novels! Current Mood: bouncy Current Music: The aforementioned ATRAC CD

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July 13th, 2005

11:15 am - Money Anyway, in other news, I'm just about ready for my holiday. Just as well really, most of my friends are gone and it's boring around here. The exchange rate is coming back up - £100.22 will now get you $170, which is nice [coupled with some other monies, I got $245, and I still got around £50 to convert, which will take me sailing over the $300 mark; I'll probably bring half that back, though]. But I am richish anyway, so hurrah for me. And I get to leave the country while growing more hair. Oh, why? Why, oh lovely lovely hair? Take me! TAAAKE MEEEEE!!! Current Mood: chipper Tags: money

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10:35 am - Shorn! Shorn I am! The devil farts in my face once more. Sorry to be so moany, but...life hint: never tell a hairdresser "I need something cooler for a foreign trip,". This appears to be tantamount to saying "Please, shear me! I no longer have desire for my beloved hair, and am positively desperate to lose something that took months to put together in the first place! Quickly, fire up the hedge trimmer!", and will lead to a haircut that resembles...actually, the only comparison for this is what I would call a 'stereotypical lesbian' cut - what appeared to be inch long spikes. It wouldn't be so bad if I'd been able to summon the courage to say something along the lines of "Ye gods what did you do?" This morning I washed all the crud out of my hair...only to discover that one of the effects it had had was a volumizer[volumiser, whatever, stupid international comms],and there was substantially less hair underneath. This is not an inch long. I've gone from having wonderful collar length hair to this. Not happy. Not happy at all. Apparently it'll take 6 weeks to grow back. Then again, my hair grows thick and slow. Soooooo....2-3 months, presumably, and by christmas I'll have put this whole messy incident behind me. 2-3 long, long months. Roll on winter. Current Mood: nostalgic Tags: hair

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July 10th, 2005

09:12 pm - Ill! Yeach. I was really rather ill on my birthday. In fact, I just might as well tell you the whole sorry story about my really dodgy 17th. First of all, I got up at 7 AM for the job which I had been waiting for, and which had finally materialised. i can't remember exactly when I arrived at my place of work - but I do remember being told that I had been misinformed, and that I was still unemployed. Whee, fun. Fired [kind of] on my birthday. Anyway, I head home. And when I'm there, I begin to feel...odd. Not ill, I would have said [how wrong I was], just...strange. And I had to force myself to eat lunch. Which struck me as being very odd. By the time I go to Braehead shopping centre to get a cake, I'm beginning to fade. Fast. To the extent that I throw up hugely without ever actually getting inside. The worst part is the staring people, or maybe the having to grab a bollard when your legs start to go and it's that or end up all sicky, or maybe its that your eyes and nose start running, as if you didn't have enough facial leakage to worry about [why is that? Does anyone know?]. And then I proceeded to spend the rest of my birthday throwing up anything I put in myself. Super happy fun smile time! Bah, I'm just gonna go finish off the Inverloch archives, I've saved my illness for posterity. Current Mood: annoyed

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June 30th, 2005

09:38 pm - The Waverly So. The Waverly. You know it's the worlds last ocean going paddle steamer [or old timee river boat, as you may know them]? Right, I've got that out of the way, time to move on with the day. And a good day it was. Firstly, a word to the wise. Take enough food for one and one only on one of these trip things. Let it be known that you have extra, and you end up getting less than if you had brought enough for one. And you end up buying some on the other side of the trip. And you come home really poor, when you only left quite poor. And the people take some of the stuff you got on the other side. It was fun getting to play Texas Stud in the Cafe place. Always wanted to be a riverboat gambler. If only we had had money... The engine was also cool. Well, actually it was hot. In the extreme. ON the way there they actually announced it being MR Fergusons' 50th. He's not 50. and it wasn't his birthday. But that didn't stop us singing about it! Also good in that announcement was that the guy reacted to everyone from school cheering when he announced we were there by saying 'Hurrah indeed'. The way back was enlivened by the fact that Leona had bought bubbles. Leaping around like a small child going 'Bubblybubblybubblybubblybubblybubblybubbly!' a la Finding Nemo brightens any day. The drunk guys up the top with us kid of ruined it on the way back though.Especially when they tried to pass us Vodka and Coke [below decks got pretty full when they started singing the O.C. theme]. Food in the Cafe was expensive, but worth it [worlds biggest fish tea, £5]. Thought I was going to be sick before I finished it [I managed in the end, but I did end up leaving the peas - it was either them or the 2 slices of bread]. Speaking of the cafe, funny story of the day. And it really is hilarious. I'm sitting below decks with Nadia and Chris, when Johnny Aitken [and I don't care if that's spelt wrong]. To put you in the picture, none of the three of us like him, and me and Chris ended up sharing a room with him on a separate trip to London. Long story short, he acted like a prat, I went for him, I bodily trew him out of a room. I am not proud, but I feel justified.Anyway, he comes over as soon as we've told this story to Nadia and starts trying to wind us up by mentioning 'that time in London' [he was actually referencing a separate incident in which at 2:30 AM he ripped the vcoves off Chris and started screaming 'BONER! BONER!' because Chris had his hand on his hip. See why I went for him?Fopru days we were in that room, FOUR DAYS!]. He sits down, still trying to get a rise out of us. [Not happening, Chris has gone very quet and all I said for about 5 minutes was a variation on the noise 'hurgh'.], before the main event happens. Earlier on, Chris had, as a joke, snorted a line of pepper, but it was too nippy, and I ended up giving him a handkerchief to blow his nose on, which he then put on the table. We had pretty much forgotten about it... until Johnny picks it up, squashes his chewing gum into the middle, and throws it over to land on my tray. Chris stares, goggle eyed. Nadia and I share a 'Did that just happen?' look. Apparently it did. He then asks Chris sarcastically "Did you blow your nose on that Chris?" Chris:"Yes" J.:"What?!" Nadia and I finally break and burst out laughing. To the level where we were literally crying with laughter. J.:"Seriously?" C:"Yes" J., looking at hand, absolutely horrified:"That's disgusting" And now I'm trying to spread the tale. God, that was worth the whole day alone. Current Mood: amused

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09:22 pm - Look! I am not dead! And lo, my livejournal rises from its grave making "mmmmmMMMMHHHHHHRRRRRRrrrrr" sounds like some very badly acted frankenstein's monster. Stuff has happened. Which gives me stuff to post and a reason why I haven't in one convenient sentence, for your reading convenience. Stuff which is/has been happening includes I've been working hard on my current project - currently I could feasibly hand it over to my client and say enjoy, but that's not my way. Quality man, quality! I've found 2 Dark Tower novels cheap in a couple of weeks, and have spent hours reading Wizard and Glass [Hardcover, second hand, just £1!] like a mad thing. Right now I'm fighting the temptation to go read Wolves of the Calla, which is sitting on my desk begging to be read. Rise of Nations. Lots of it. I'm so very very sorry. Akira on DVD for £8. Now that's a film! Scattering my grandfathers ashes. Nothing funny to say about that...yeah, that threw you! Numerous school things - preparing for the book sale, pulling a heroic 13.25 hour shift, going on a trip to the waverly...just...stuff. But some of it was quite fun! Tidying the house.Particularly the bits of it where I've been. ...I think that's it. Oh yes; thinking. Hard. And I am aware of how mad that sounds. So...I'm back. And I promised Rare I'd throw up something about the Waverly trip. So that's as good a place to start as any. Current Mood: chipper

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June 17th, 2005

10:51 pm - Open days Aren't university open days fun? You get up at 6:30 to get to Glasgow, bounce over to Edinburgh by 9:00 [£17 return - $37! Aren't FirstScotRail fun!], sit though a lecture that was basically part of the prospectus read...out...very...slowly, attend another where the guy begins by dismissing the subject title as "Pretentious bulls**t", before again telling you what is in the pack you got downstairs and read while waiting to get into the lecture...and then you get turned awayfrom the one about student opinions and experiences because they flled the AISLES, then you end up at one which puports to be about Comp Sci, Art Int and Soft Eng, and instead is about Computer Science and Biology...for 30 minutes...on the most obscure degree combination imaginable... had Craig not been there to play hangman with, I may well have walked out - many many people did. It was good for getting a overview of the uni though. Current Mood: blah Tags: edinburgh, uni

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09:50 pm - The Great Book Hunt And a great hunt it was! Those of you who know me well may know about my coveting of Sybex's Visual Basic 6 Complete, so when I received a Waterstones Voucher for £5, I took this as a chance to get the book for something approaching its cover price [$20. Watersotnes usual price is £15 - around $32. Borders wants £20 - around $45!]. So, on a day out to Edinburgh [which I'll post about later], I decide to nip down to the Princes Street branch. From Edinburgh university. Across town. So very many hills in Edinburgh...my feet were killing me when we arrived at the shop, and as my friends head upstairs to the cafe, I head down into the reference section. And then I get to the computing section. The book isn't on the shelves. I check and recheck, but if I didn't spot a bright orange 1000 page book on the first pass, my eyes need checked even more than I thought. S oI ask the frankly, pretty unpleasant sales assistant if they have it in stock. One very long stock checking process later [their system seems badly designed, it takes forever, and this wasn't the last time I'd be asking], I get the pleasant reply; "No. We'd need to order it in for you." That was a fun trip. But there is still hope! I get back to Glasgow at 6.05 - just enough time to check the last two shops. I check the closing branch of Watersones first, as it's nearer, but it's not on the shelves. Indeed, the VB section contins no VB books. An assistant so similar that for a wild second I think that this guy is workig shifts at opposite ends of the country tells me "No. We'd need to order it in for you." The exact same words. Spooky, eh? I ask him if they have any copies in the other branch, he sighs deeply, like I just asked for his immortal soul, and the merry stock-checking dance starts again. "They've got one copy" he says. "Thanks" I say. No reply. Wondering idly where they get these people, I start heading up to the other branch. Central Glasgow contains only one hill, and it's quite gentle - but I need to go right up it, and in my shattered state, it feels like a himalaya. And when I get to the shop...they keep the computing books up top. 2 flights of stairs and a lift journey later, I get down to the bottom with the last copy of this book in Glasgow Waterstones, 1 moe copy than was in the only Edinburgh waterstones, and, I am beginning to suspect, the only copy in any Waterstones this side of Berwick-upon-Tweed. To meet...an unpleasant sales assistant. Conclusions: Waterstones like irratating staff. But I got the book, and have increased my knowledge with the first 17 pages alone. So I win. Now if only the pain in my legs would ease... Current Mood: sore Current Music: Last Train Home - Lostprophets Tags: books, edinburgh, glasgow, programming

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08:55 pm - The final bout of Dr Who theorising So, the Scotsman, eh? Talking about the last foe being the emperor. I'm not so sure. Although events in todays teaser have forced me away from the interpretation of it being the Master somewhat...but not entirely. Basically, todays teaser has him [it?] refer to the doctor as 'The Great Exterminator'...hmmm...obviously a reference to it being the Emperor/Davros, the thing the Scotsman said...however, watch the trail, and pause only a few seconds in [2.6 seconds is what I'm using]. Now get a magnifying glass. Now look at the thing on the screen. Up in the middle at the top. Human brain. And I've stared at it for a long long time. Davros/the emperor did survive as just a head...but as just a brain? And more to the point, where the heck did the rest of his head go? And would his brain even look human? He doesn't...not any more... There is room for him to survive the extermination of the Daleks in Remembrance of the Daleks...just. But where's his HEAD?! The Master, on the other hand, has a real history of surviving despite all odds...and the voice seems deep and powerful...and non-Davros. And there's a note of sarcasm in the voice..and sarcasm is a very much Master thing. Summary: I don't know. But I want to... Here's another thought. THe later 8th doctor nvels actually feature Davros battlling a new emperor Hang on... just seen the thing on TV, w/ bigger thing...and now I don't actually have a clue what it is...is that lower half Dalek...or machine. That's just weird. If that's Davros...how did that fit in his head? And how did he mutate int o a full form Dalek? He was just a Kaled...wheras we know the Master'll use any dirty trick to live...possession not beyond him...hmm... And again...Davros the god? They tried to kill him! They watched him degenerate to a head! A head! What kind of god falls to bits?! Current Mood: geeky Tags: dr who

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08:46 pm - Where I've been Sorry I haven't posted for a few days, I've been busy. And I haven't really had much to say - but today my life has gone nova! And I have much to say! And much work to avoid! Therefore, enjoy! Current Mood: Frantic

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June 13th, 2005

10:15 pm Jackson's just having his verdict read out - up to count 5, not guilty... And 6..home and dry I think... 7... 8... looks like he's completely innocent... Yup, 10 innocent counts! There we go! I always thought he was innocent too - but I can't help but think that the tabloids won't care about the court verdict...you know how it is, you never hear about Arvizo's history of prosecuting celebrities and getting paid off [suspicious, no?], or about the defence evidence, or about the 'victims' who refused to testify, or whose testimony was ruled inadmissable, or about the other celbs who his mum tried to tap for money, or her training her childeren to testify...hmm... Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Michaells Verdict on the TV.

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09:39 pm - New Dr Who footage! The BBC has released a brief extra trailer for next Saturday's 13th and final [in this series] Dr Who. I'm now so impatient, I can feel my spleen quiver. At least I hope it's my spleen. Either that or my heart attack's decided to come early - it's okay, I only need 5 days, then I can die in peace. There's no sighting of the person/thing I'm choosing to believe is 'Bad Wolf', but it's voice is in it. And I still think it's the Master - he's the only one I can really think of, as it's too human to be Davros/The Emperor Dalek. Although, interestingly, I think I detect a tiny pause between the two syllables of Dalek [I don't have a sound tape of this one, alas]. Anyway, from what I remember, the sound is thus..hang on... Well look what I just found! http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/video/index.shtml Currently, I'm looking at Five Days to go...now then...God of all Daleks..and that Dah syllable is definately elongated. There's way to much expression for that to be Davros...and the egomania is definitely obvious [God of all Daleks, obviously, and that's the most heavily hit I I've heard in weeks!]..and it's someone familiar, but unexpected, judging by Eccleston's expression. 9 seconds of pure confirmation, that. I've done more research; the Master has appeared in at least 3 8th Dr Books...although one doesn't refer to him by name, and another doesn't show him, just has his voice [see earlier in my LJ]. Although Davros did appear in one, so that's something of a moot point...but I think they killed him again near the end of that one. Tomorrow'll probably prove me wrong. Current Mood: excited Current Music: Fall Dog Bombs the Moon - David Bowie Tags: dr who

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09:22 pm - Jeeeooorrrrrrbbbb!!! If you're wondering about the title, it's a Homestar Runner reference. And I got's me a jeorb. Or jearb. Or...well, I could go on. But I'm employed. Hurrah for me! I'm back at work as a computer programmer [I should be at the other computer, which actually has visual basic, but I'm not, so there], working for a legal firm, my tester's ready to go, I got my modules off the school when no-one was looking [depressingly, it all fit on one mem stick - every project I've ever done bar one on a single memory stick. A single 32 mb Memory stick. And the omitted project was 99.998909090909090909090909090909% images... :`(]. And best of all, the old exictements there again, and I'm raring to go - as soon as my client gets me the last few peices of the puzzle, we'll see if I can make the picture on the box... Current Mood: Back at work Current Music: Pablo Picasso - David Bowie [later Never Get Old - Ibid] Tags: programming

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