Tagged: Quizzes

You Are an Orange

You have a zest for life, especially for anything colorful, wild, or dramatic. You have a unique take on the world, and you're not afraid to be a little funky. You are a bit reserved toward people who don't know you well. You have a thick skin, which can protect you from anything that goes wrong in your life. Once someone does get to know you, they totally get and appreciate you. Your friends see you as a bright person with a refreshing take on life.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

You Are a Colon

You are very orderly and fact driven. You aren't concerned much with theories or dreams... only what's true or untrue. You are brilliant and incredibly learned. Anything you know is well researched. You like to make lists and sort through things step by step. You aren't subject to whim or emotions. Your friends see you as a constant source of knowledge and advice. (But they are a little sick of you being right all of the time!) You excel in: Leadership positions You get along best with: The Semi-Colon

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

The Part of You That No One Sees

You are compassionate, caring, and soothing. You like other people to depend on you... In fact, you don't feel right unless you are helping someone out. Underneath it all, you feel the burden of everyone's problems. Without your guidance, you fear that many people's worlds would fall apart. You like to feel in charge, even if it brings you a lot of stress.

What's the Part of You That No One Sees?

You Are a Total Brainiac

You're amazingly brilliant. Some would even say genius. You're curious, thoughtful, analytical, and confident. You take on difficult subjects because you want to... not because you have to. No field of knowledge is too complicated or intimidating for you. You've got the brains to do anything you want. It's possible you end up doing everything you want.

Are You a Brainiac?

What Daniel English Means

You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row. You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace. People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are deeply philosophical and thoughtful. You tend to analyze every aspect of your life. You are intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted. You value your time alone. Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

On Crap Nights

Some nights I can go to bed and just lay there - nothing really playing on my mind, but no matter how tired I feel, I just cannot get to sleep. Other nights I drift off, only to jolt awake, then drift off to jolt awake, ad infinitum.

When Jo isn't around, it's even worse, and when I am hurting, it's becomes even less fun.

Last night, my body was fighting sleep through till the early hours. I was up till gone midnight, and then laying in bed till nearly 3am, awake but exhausted, before finally falling asleep. Only to have no reason what so ever to bolt awake at 4am. I bolted up, awake and completely with it. Still totally knackered, but unable to sleep.

So I got up and watched some cartoons, mature as I am. Then my alarm went off at half six, so I've been doing morning things since then.

I'm cold, tired, aching - but at least it's Friday. Tam is being taken by Jo's mum, Jaysen is going to school, and there's a risk of people coming over this weekend which means I need to work my arse off and clean up this pig sty of a house. On an hour of sleep. Then it's get the boy from school, sort dinner and... well, assuming visitors don't arrive till tomorrow, I might just try to sleep.

I can't stop yawning, my eyes look like piss-holes in the snow, and I am cold all the way through by body, even fully clothed. But the world carries on around me...

In-Laws Competition

For those of you that have known me a while, you will probably know that Jo's dad runs a pretty popular mini-magazine for the gamers out there. It's all made at home on his computers, and he prints and posts it all out off his own back. He does it for the hobby, not the money (which is lucky really!) and has all sorts of companies sending him all sorts of stuff to review.

While most of his stuff is printed and posted in hard copy, he does have a little webpage he keeps running and updated every now and then. Every so often, publishers send him stuff for a reader competition, and he's asked me if I will send the unwashed masses - that's you, the reader - over to his site to enter.

I've been told to point out that none of the email addresses are stored, you won't get spam, yada yada yada. And, to be fair, he blows his hard drive often enough that if he DID store it, it wouldn't stay stored for very long ;)

Anyways, go over to Games Gazette and scroll down to the section that reads "Free To Enter Competition" It's one of these very obvious quizzes with a very obvious answer, even if it is relating to the MMORPG Lineage 2. Prizes include a copy of the Lineage II game, a key ring, a standee (whatever that is!), posters, tee-shirts...

So, go now, enter the quizzy thing. Good luck :)

Edit: Forgot to add - feel free to tell your friends to go enter as well... The more the merrier ;)

You Can't Please All The People...

The old adage says "You can't please all of the people, all of the time, but you can please some of the people, some of the time" but in true Chez 0ddness style, this adage is pretty much worthless. At the moment, it's more "You're Dan - you can't please any of the people. Full Stop"

I swear I've been pissing off anyone and everyone I've been talking to over the last few days, and I suspect that either my mood is rubbing off, or people are just pissed off with me in general. From friends, to people I chat with on a daily basis, to people I only see at the school...

Ugh. I think I need to just bury myself under my duvet and give everyone a break for a week or two. That way, I won't be making people unhappy, pissed off, angry or otherwise stroppy - either at me or because of me.

Feeling Off

Yet again, last night was a crap night. I went to bed hurting, took what felt like forever to get comfortable and even longer to fall asleep, only to be waking up too hot, too cold, hurting some more, feeling shit... Last night seemed to last forever.

When the alarm finally went off, I just lay there and hit snooze. I never hit snooze. I just lay there trying to find the oompf to get up. I hit snooze again and didn't get up till nearly seven, paced around the house trying to work out what the hell I was doing, till I finally got in the shower.

Once I got out, I kinda just... Sat. No drive, no energy. My get-up-and-go has emigrated. I feel sad, even though the sun is out. I'm tired, but dozing during the day just makes me feel like arse. Jo went out to get the stuff to make Wife Soup to cheer me up, so while she was peeling and grating, I washed up.

I ended up having Ruth take Jaysen in this morning, and I'm not sure if I have the energy to get up and get him from school - I think I'll try bribing Jo to get him so I don't have to get up.

I can't place what's wrong - lots going on in my head, compounded with being completely knackered doesn't help matters. I can't be bothered with WoW, with Hellgate, with Facebook... I've poked through various sites and blogs this morning, but am now just watching a DVD with Jo.

Think I need more tea and a good nights sleep!

Movie, Blog, Camera... Stuff

Last night, with the kids well drugged put to bed, me and Jo sat down to watch a movie - seems like a while since we managed to sit and pretend to be adults, but sit we did and pretend we did. We even had snacky food without it getting stolen!

We ended up watching Run Fatboy Run which has one of our favourite actors, Simon Pegg. The movie is a borderline chick flick/rom-com, but because it's Simon Pegg, we can overlook that part. Plus, we love Hank Azaria as well, so it was all kinds of funny. Well worth a watch and lots of laughs.

Otherwise, I've had a fairly lazy day... Feet up, relaxing and fighting sleep around lunchtime. Otherwise, those that are looking for it, the webcam is off for the time being while I wait for my new one to arrive - still no sign of it. The company that sent it are checking the tracking but it's not looking good, so I could have another in a few days. *touch wood* Anyways, Jo has stolen my other camera (which had Vista issues anyway) for her Skype needs.

And on the Skype front, I've gotten around to A) Reinstalling, and B) Putting a link to it up there top-right. If you have Skype, clicking that link should start a call. Maybe ;) Anyway, I've rehashed that "Find Me" part of the page so it should show my EMail, MSN, Skype, WoW and Facebook. For those that don't know, Skype lets you phone other users, and if you add credit, you can phone landlines/mobiles. Makes international calling cheaper (In the case of the relatives in Brunei) and makes those that gossip spend less (In the case of those that natter on the phone constantly)

Anyway, with the weather being so sunny today - me without a coat and all - I've been in a really good mood for most of the day. A few snarky comments that have threatened to piss me off, but otherwise, all is cool.

Now you'll have to excuse me, the girls want to straighten my hair...

Sexy...

Yeah, she'll kill me when she finally sees it...


If a blog silence follows, call for help... Please...

Tagged: Typing Speed

My results:
82 words

Speed test

I should add, however, that a friend of ours - Cel - was here, and has had a computer for about... um... three months... But she wanted a go, and didn't realise I would post her result:

16 words

Speedtest

Musical Monday #32 - Bad Reputation

With all the crap flinging around this weekend, I decided to have a decent Musical Monday post with - shockingly - some meaning, mainly for me.

See, there are people out there - in the flesh and online - that seem hell-bent on pissing up my perceived reputation. Now, I'm not sure what this rep is that I have, nor what they are trying to achieve by doing it, but to be honest, I don't care. I am me, and have never pretended to be anything more or anything less.

If you don't like me, so be it. If you do like me, pull up a chair and have a drink. I don't lose sleep over people saying rubbish about me - or anyone - behind my back or the backs of others. I am me, and if you don't like who I am, then click THIS LINK. Hell, click the link if you want a chuckle anyway.

Still, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - Bad Reputation is a real kick ass track that applies here. I don't give a damn about my bad reputation... Oh, and ignore the video... As usual.

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
You're living in the past it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's
What I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn ' bout my bad reputation

Oh no not me

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good
When I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care
If ya think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

Pedal boys!

An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my reputation
The world's in trouble
There's no communication
An' everyone can say
What they want to say
It never gets better anyway
So why should I care
'Bout a bad reputation anyway
Oh no, not me
Oh no, not me

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past
It's a new generation
An' I only feel good
When I got no pain
An' that's how I'm gonna stay
An' I don't give a damn
'Bout my bad reputation

Oh no, not me
Oh no, not
Not me, not me

Breathe, People, Breathe!

At some point in the past, I did a quizzy thing that said I should be a mediator, a therapist or something "sit down and talk" style. And sometimes, I think about that quiz and think "what do you know" and pull out the chainsaw.

The last two or three days have been rather strange in blogland, with people messaging people, emails flying in all directions, but especially, people getting hit in the crossfire. Ordinarily, I would say talk it out, discuss it, move on, but this time, I'm popping out the chainsaw.

• If people are talking shit about you, ignore them. Don't try and mediate, just ignore them outright.
• People with posts making comments to other bloggers, with posts talking about anonymous bloggers, take them posts down. Like, now.
• Those of you using StatCounters/Trackers etc to find out who is who is where and stuff, remove it or stop using it - IP addresses, routing, and all that crap is a nightmare if you're not sure what you're looking at.
• If you're worried what people think of you, lock your blog and only invite those you trust.
• If you don't like someone, stay away from their blog, email, msn and whatever else.

Don't make me get the leg-smacking stick out. In short, if you don't like people, stay away from them, in person, online, whatever.

At the end of the day, life is too short for bitchiness, backstabbing and especially rumourmongers. Sure, I keep a lot of stuff off my blog, mostly because it's not "All Readers" safe, but most of my life is an open book - don't guess, judge and assume something about me. Hell, if you're THAT interested, just ask outright.

In The Garden...

Sadly, it's not my garden that has been attacked by a Dan today - we're waiting for our fence to be replaced before ours gets a kicking. No, today me and Jo (plus the kids, of course) went over to Ruths where her fella Paul was ready to attack a bramble patch.

Last year we did the same thing, and planned to get rid of it once and for all. But we kinda sorta forgot. So the brambles this year were bigger, meaner and thicker than last years crop. But, with me armed with a massive pair of blunt sheers and a wobbly saw, I set to hacking, chopping and demolishing, while Paul pulled back and dumped.

Jo and Ruth stood on the sidelines rar-rarring us in their cheerleader outfits*, providing us with food, drink, coffee and alternative methods of cheering on the menfolk**.

In the end, the testosterone got the better of me, and I set to hacking back some tree-branches with afore-mentioned wobbly saw so the end of the garden gets a bit more "light" and a lot less "tree dumping leaves and shade"

Paul suffered a serious hand injury*** while I suffered several minor cuts that will add to my manly prowess. I should mention I'm wearing shorts, a top, and big clompy boots. Hear me roar, for I am Dan - Killer of Brambles!

Of course, now the manly hormones have subsided, the aches have kicked in, so here I sit, feet up, eating chocolate, staving off a headache and ignoring the screaming coming from my back and legs.

What a good plan for a Sunday!

*may be untrue
**may also be untrue
***he might be a wimp

On Telling Lies

I've mentioned before that I am an atrocious liar. Even as a child, if I did something, I was physically unable to worm my way out with a series of untruths. I learned from a very early age that if I did something bad, wrong or accidentally, I just admitted it and took whatever was coming to me.

As an adult, this has gotten no different, and anyone that has met me will attest, if I try to tell a fib, it's obvious. If it's nothing major - stealing Jo's food, for example - I will deny it but be chuckling away. If I've thrown something out that it turns out Jo needed and she says "Does anyone know where such-and-such item is?" and she's not a happy bunny, I might try saying "No dear, I have no recollection of such a thing" but will sound like a goofy, special school reject.

I might as well have a big illuminated arrow on my head.

People in positions of authority make me nervous too - probably because my dad was a police man - but if an official questions me, I must look like a liar because I squirm, I fidget, I can't make eye contact. If ever I am wrongly accused of something, I'll probably end up in jail because I look guilty.

I suppose it's my upbringing. Me and Gemma were always told "If you tell the truth right away, you won't get in trouble" which, it turns out is a blatant lie. None the less, lying and "bending the truth" is something that drives me mental. I don't have time for it, I can't be arsed with it, and I will always tell it like it is.

Which I think is why when I find out people have been lying to me - and bending the truth is still a lie, FYI - and making shit up and generally giving me the run around pisses me off. I know I can play the dummy in order to lull people into a false sense of security, but I'm not quite as silly as people seem to think. Especially when one person is telling me one thing, with proof to back it up.

If you're going to lie to me, at least tell me I'm pretty. I don't have time for the rest of the crap.

New Blogs On The Roll

I am a man of routine, but quite often, I take that routine and stick it somewhere dark and icky. Of course I mean the attic... Every day I read lots of blogs, mostly the ones on the sidebar there under (amazingly) "Blogroll"

Seriously, you can't miss them.

I've noticed more and more of late, that clicking the "Next Blog" button leads to one of a few types of blog:

• Something in a completely alien language
• Something older than some of you readers
• Something of angst and woe and "poetry"
• Something interesting

Sadly, for the most part, the blogs I find are all of the first three items. Finding an English-written blog is a mission in itself, and when I do find one, it's a year or more out of date, and then it's some mid-teen pouring their heart out about the evils of their life, how dark their soul is and so on...

Of late, I've started reading three new blogs, one from comments left here, one from an existing blogger, and a third from clicking "Next Blog" till the blisters on my fingers subsided. All three fall under the "Personal" category, with general chatter about whatever pops up.

• Can I Find Me is a blog by Debbie who, after focusing on her personal life, is working on how to change herself for the better by doing things for her and discussing her relationship in detail.
• Earth Girl I found randomly, and she blogs about whatever crosses her mind - a broken tooth of late, as well as previously being a victim of identity fraud.
• Krista's Thoughts by (cunningly) Krista is another personal blog covering her life, medical stuff, tags & memes (so tag her!) and general parental ramblings.

Go have a read, poke them and say hi! You don't have to say I sent you though ;)

Anyways, the blogroll is looking a bit tatty of late. I've been crossing out blogs that haven't been updated or have been locked to invited readers only. I'm contemplating deleting the dead blogs out there, but those that are still active can still be read... But for the time being, a strikethrough link is a blog that is either out of date or locked.

Back Once More

After the run up to yesterday, I can honestly say that I woke up and felt better this morning. Yesterday was particularly hard, though I don't know why exactly. I felt drained, both physically and emotionally, and for a good part of the day, I was playing Hellgate: London, blowing seven kinds of crap out of everything bad, evil and demonic.

For the last couple of years, we've got to Jo's parents for both Bethys birthday and her Angel date, but this year, neither of us could face that little drama pit, so we did our own thing again yesterday. In true form, we had Ruth and her girls over, and Jo cooked one of the ultimate in Cheer Up Dinners - the mixed grill. Steak, Sausage, Bacon, Mushroom, Onion, Chips... It was sooo what I needed.

Last night we had a relatively early night and laid in bed having some cuddles, but it took me forever to drift off, then when I did, I kept jolting awake. So I'm tired as ever. But, none the less, I am in a much better frame of mind.

Just feels like it's been another long week yet again. But it's Friday finally so after the school run shortly, I can kick back and do sweet F.A.

Of course, as you may have noticed, I have the Cam on at the moment - thanks to Jo buying me a nice cheer up give of a Logitech QuickCam Fusion. Holy hell is it the best Webcam I've ever used - not to mention, sexy:



Lots of knobs and whistles on it, and I've installed it on both the computer and the laptop without any hassle, so no doubt will leave it pointing at something most of the time. I also have other plans for it, especially thanks to the quality of the picture it's kicking out!

I might even get a new blog template to incorporate it... *ahem*

In other news, I have a nice rant planned about the latest school-developments, luckily which don't affect me or Jaysen directly, but none the less, it's a good one that has the gaggles of mums up in arms while I stand back chuckling at them... Plus I have a few tagged/meme things to post, which I am hoping to string out for a while.

Lastly, once again, the overwhelming amount of sympathy and messages from people around the world still amaze me. Yesterday I received emails, text messages and even a few phone calls - all from people I've never physically met. Once again, thank you to you all.

Tagged: Another Random Question-Thingie

I am lazy. Oh Yes. I can't be bothered to give long-winded intros and Post Images for the memes I do any more, so from now, the tagged stuff will be in a post pretty much on it's own. Apart from this one, obviously. Because I'm prattling already ;)

1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
Who's the father, and how much can I make out of this?

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
It takes a lot for me to trust anyone, and I trust most of my small circle of friends.

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
She's already here ;) Otherwise, if she were moving for a reason, then sure.

4. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?
I used to.

5. Can you make a dollar in change right now?
I have some rubbish change in my pocket so sure, I mean, a dollar is nothing over here ;)

6. Which one of your friends do you think would make the best doctor?
Miss Daisy

7.What naughty word do you use too often?
Sh!t or F$ck probably

8. Is there someone who pops into your mind at random times?
Quite a lot, yes ;)

9. What’s your most favorite scar?
The one on my nuts ;)

10. When was the last time you flew in a plane?
Blimey, must have been 14 years ago.

11. What features do you find most attractive in the preferred sex?
Legs, Bum, Boobs, Lips...
Or, to be politically correct, "a good sense of humour"

12. Fill in the blank. I love ________.
Lamp!

13. What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?
Lose weight

14. If you were to wake up from being in a coma for an extended time who would you call?
All the girlie magazines to sell my story of the near-death experience.

15. Where was your favorite picture taken?
Of me? Erm, a wedding with Bethy maybe.

16. What’s your middle name?
John

17. Honestly, what’s on your mind right now?
"Holy crap, my hand hurts"

18. If you could go back in time and change something, what would it be?
I wouldn't go back.

19. Who was or will be the maid of honor/ best man in your wedding?
My best man will be Ruth. Yes, I know that sounds strange, but none the less.

20. What are you wearing right now?
Tee Shirt and a Boxer

21. Ever had a bar fight?
I dropped a bar of metal on my foot once

22. Who knows you the best?
Jo

23. Did you buy something today?
A new webcam!

24. Did you get in a fight with someone today?
Jo beat me up with a hair brush.

25. When is the last time you had a massage?
Doesn't happen very often as it hurts my back more than helps.

26. Last person to see you cry?
Jo

27. Who made you cry?
My memories

28. What was the last TV show you watched?
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

29. Who was the last person you hung out with?
Jo, because I live with her, or Ruth this afternoon

30. Have you ever taken a peek at someone else’s diary?
Yep ;)

The Most Beautiful Angel

Today marks the anniversary of Bethany leaving us once again. I woke up, and my mind started straight away, remembering the sights, sounds and smells of this very day, back in 2005. And that's how it started, being woken by a nurse with that look on her face. From 7am that day, till 12.21pm, it was constant hell.

The ghosts of that day - of that week - still surround me and on some days torment me. I can remember the most mundane of details, things you wouldn't give a second thought on most days. Even today, when my mind is wandering off on its own, it invariably ends up in the ward, the room, picking out one details that will send me reeling back..

Even today, I have no outward blame on the team at Guys. Nothing they did, at any stage, gave me cause for concern regarding Bethanys safety. And even when they knew - and they had to know - that the end was coming regardless, they still pushed the other departments for tests and results and everything else to make sure they covered every single option.

I don't think they did it for us, well, not mostly, anyway. They did it for Bethy because like everyone that met her, they loved her. She charmed everyone. Even people that never met her, those that lived overseas and knew of her, she was universally loved. It was just her way. Laying in ICU, drugged and sedated to the point she shouldn't be awake, she would answer questions with a nod or a shake of her head.

Back then, I had a goatee on my face. I used to torment Bethy by rubbing it on her tummy, and when we were in hospital, I would rub one of her tiny hands over it asking if she wanted me to tickle her tummy with it. When things looked bleak I even told her I would shave it off, just for her, and did so that week. "See baby, it's gone now... Can you feel it?" and I'd rub her hand over my smooth skin, and she would smile.

I've never grown it back. She hated it too much.

I wish I had more time with her. More time to see her grow, to do everything she wanted to do. I wish more people had met her, those that never knew her, and those that only knew through photos and words. I wish I could have protected her from everything she went through, taken her pain and held it as my own. I wish I could have done something, anything, to save her.

So much reminds me of her on a daily basis - some days I can smile, other days I cry.

To my beautiful little Bethy,
I can't believe it's been three years already. Three years of missing you every single day. I know that where ever you are, you are having so much fun, looking after all the other little angels, playing, laughing, dancing and singing, but I miss you so much.

I can't change the past, I wish so hard some days that it was all just a bad dream, and you will come downstairs with your hair all frizzy, your eyes all sleepy, just to climb on my lap and be with me. I wish I had had minutes more with you, just to talk more, be with you more and hold you.

Since that day, I've not cut my hair for you. Only a couple of people know that, but I've not cut it, simply because. But the beard has never come back, and even when there is a few days of stubble I have to remove it, just for you. I swear you've told your little sister about it too, because she comes up to me and rubs my face in the same way you did, wrinkling her nose. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't have to.

I just wish I had more time with you beautiful. Five more minutes.

I will be with you again one day my little fairy, but not today, and not soon. I have to look after everyone here first. But I will hold you in my arms again, one day.

But not today.

Missing you so much, with all my heart,
Daddy
x

Strangely, I woke up with this song in my head today, and while it's not one of Bethy's songs, it always reminds us of her...

I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me
So here I am I'm trying
So here I am are you ready

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always

And I'll miss your laugh your smile
I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me
I'm so sick of fights I hate them
Lets start this again for real

So here I am I'm trying
So here I am are you ready
So here I am I'm trying
So here I am are you ready

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always
Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always

I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying

Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always
Come on let me hold you touch you feel you
Always
Kiss you taste you all night
Always
Always
Always

Smart Ass

Yep, done just using the sounds from Windows... It's not a new thing to do, mind you, and I remember another, older version:



Wish I could do something like that! Sadly, this poor blogger is about as talented as a leopard at a stripes convention.

The RockStar Video

Since posting my Musical Monday post yesterday of Nickleback's "RockStar" I've had a sudden increase in the number of people searching for things like "Cast of RockStar Video" and similar search strings. While sitting watching it, I could see a few famous people - yes, the three Playboy girlies did stick out...

Anyway, Jo did a bit of poking around, and thanks to (shockingly) Wikipedia, here's the complete list of people, including the lyrics they sing at that point of the track:

1. Boy at a baseball field: "I'm through with standing in line to clubs I'll never get in"
2. Lindsay Shaw in front of the Cloud Gate: "It's like the bottom of the ninth"
3. Man in front of the Flatiron Building: "and I'm never gonna win"
4. Cindy Taylor on a pool float: "This life hasn't turned out"
5. Old woman on the Millennium Bridge (London) in front of St. Paul's Cathedral: "quite the way I want it to be"
6. Billy Gibbons from ZZ Top: "Tell me what you want" (voiceover)
7. Wayne Gretzky: "I want a brand new house"
8. Three women in Times Square: "on an episode of Cribs"
9. Kendra Wilkinson in front of the Playboy Mansion: "And a bathroom I can play baseball in"
10. New York City policeman: "And a king size tub"
11. Gene Simmons in front of his wall of gold and platinum records: "big enough for ten"
12. Paul Wall in front of a highway: "plus me"
13. Billy Gibbons again: "Yeah, so whatcha need" (voiceover)
14. Park ranger at Jay Pritzker Pavilion in Millennium Park: "I'll need a, a credit card"
15. Dominique Swain in a bubblebath: "that's got no limit"
16. Three men (one US MP, one East German border guard, and one civilian) at Checkpoint Charlie facing the American Sector: "And a big black jet"
17. Twista, Mayz from the Speedknot Mobstaz, and unknown man riding in a limo: "with a bedroom in it"
18. Man in Grand Central Terminal: "Gonna join the mile high club"
19. Holly Madison in the Playboy Mansion grotto: "at thirty-seven thousand feet"
20. Woman in Los Angeles: "Been there, done that" (Billy Gibbons voiceover)
21. Street musician in Union Square: "I want a new tour bus"
22. Same street musician with performers in Union Square: "full of old guitars"
23. Three girls on the bank of the Chicago River in front of Marina City: "My own star on Hollywood Boulevard"
24. Gene Simmons again: "Somewhere between Cher"
25. Paul Teutul, Sr. of Orange County Choppers: "and James Dean is fine for me"
26. Billy Gibbons: "So how you gonna do it?" (voiceover)
27. John Rich on a pool table with a banjo: "I'm gonna trade this life"
28. Woman in Union Square: "for fortune and fame"
29. Chuck Liddell: "I'll even cut my hair"
30. Man in a Chinese restaurant: "and change my name"
31. Two Blazin' Saddles employees in front of a General Lee-inspired RV: "'Cause we all just wanna be"
32. Eight kids in front of the Sydney Harbour Bridge: "big rockstars"
33. Wayne Gretzky again: "and live in hilltop houses"
34. Parking valet at Jones Hollywood in West Hollywood: "driving fifteen cars"
35. Man on Lambeth Palace Road in front of the Houses of Parliament: "The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap"
36. Jenna Westerbeck sunbathing: "We'll all stay skinny"
37. Kid Rock: "cause we just won't eat/And we'll"
38. Twista, Mayz, and unknown man again: "hang out in the coolest bars"
39. Jessie Coleman in Grand Central Terminal: "In the VIP"
40. Eliza Dushku: "with the movie stars"
41. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. in front of a Union 76 gas station: "Every good gold digger's"
42. Taryn Manning: "Gonna wind up there"
43. Paul Wall again: "Every Playboy bunny"
44. Two women in the middle of Davie Street: "With her bleach blond hair"
45. Jerry Cantrell under Chicago's El tracks and in front of Double Door: "And we'll/Hey hey"
46. Liam Lynch in Union Square: "I wanna be a"
47. Nelly Furtado on tour bus: "rockstar"
48. Man in front of the same highway as as Paul Wall above
49. Man in Union Square
50. Two women in Grand Central Terminal: "Hey"
51. Chuck Liddell with Elliot Segal from DC101 in a headlock:"hey"
52. Boy in grocery store: "I wanna be a rockstar"
53. Paul Teutul, Jr., Paul Teutul, Sr., and Mikey from Orange County Choppers flexing muscles
54. Man in front of Marina City: "I wanna be great like Elvis"
55. Elvis impersonator: "without the tassels"
56. Federico Castelluccio from The Sopranos: "Hire eight body guards"
57. Chuck Liddell again: "that love to beat up assholes"
58. Grant Hill signing basketball: "Sign a couple autographs/So I can"
59. Man in Union Square again: "eat my meals for free"
60. Billy Gibbons again: "I'll have the quesadilla" (voiceover)
61. Paul Wall again: "Ha ha" (Billy Gibbons voiceover)
62. Man and woman in the middle of Davie Street: "I'm gonna dress my ass"
63. Ted Nugent: "with the latest fashion"
64. Man and woman in front of the Cloud Gate: "Get a front door key"
65. Kendra Wilkinson, Holly Madison, and Bridget Marquardt from The Girls Next Door: "to the Playboy mansion"
66. Man in front of the Flatiron Building: "Gonna date a centerfold"
67. Two men in Washington Square Park: "that loves to blow my money for me"
68. Billy Gibbons again: "So how you gonna do it?" (voiceover)
69. Paul Teutul, Jr., Paul Teutul, Sr., and Mikey from Orange County Choppers again: "I'm gonna trade this life"
70. Man and woman in front of the Reichstag building: "For fortune and fame"
71. Jordan Carlos overlooking Los Angeles: "I'd even cut my hair"
72. Man in front of the New York Stock Exchange: "And change my name"
73. Man at a pink bus-stop bench on Davie Street: "'Cause we all just wanna be"
74. Lupe Fiasco on a table: "big rockstars"
75. Woman in front of the Brandenburg Gate: "And live in hilltop houses"
76. Woman in front of the Chicago Theater: "driving fifteen cars"
77. Two women at the beach: "The girls come easy"
78. Taryn Manning again: "and the drugs come cheap"
79. Eliza Dushku again: "We'll all stay skinny"
80. Woman in front of the Sydney Harbour Bridge: "'cause we just won't eat"
81. Three women dancing : "And we'll hang out in the coolest bars"
82. Gene Simmons again: "In the VIP"
83. Dominique Swain again: "with the movie stars"
84. Lupe Fiasco again: "Every good gold digger's"
85. Chuck Liddell again: "gonna wind up there"
86. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. again: "Every Playboy bunny"
87. Two girls in Times Square: "with her bleach blond hair"
88. Man in front of Beverly Hills High School: "And we'll hide out in the private rooms"'
89. Eliza Dushku again: "With the latest dictionary"
90. Federico Castelluccio again: "and today's who's who"
91. Riki Lindhome at the beach: "They'll get you anything with that evil smile"
92. Kid Rock again: "Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial/Well"
93. Steel worker: "Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar"
94. John Rich again, smashing a guitar
95. Three women in the middle of Davie Street: "I'm gonna sing those songs that offend the censors"
96. Te'DeVan Rocketman Wacha Kurzweil in Union Square: "Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser"
97. Lupe Fiasco again: "Get washed-up singers"
98. Boy in front of a mixing console: "writing all my songs"
99. Woman overlooking Los Angeles: "Lip sync 'em every night"
100. Daniel Self at City Market in Raleigh: "so I don't get 'em wrong"
101. Man on street corner in New York City's Chinatown: "Well we all just wanna be"
102. Man in front of Big Acorn in Raleigh: "big rockstars"
103. Eight Blazin' Saddles employees at City Market in Raleigh: "And live in hilltop houses"
104. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. again:"driving fifteen cars"
105. The Naked Cowboy in Times Square: "The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap"
106. Woman at the beach: "We'll all stay skinny"
107. Boy in Times Square: "'cause we just won't eat"
108. Cindy Taylor again: "And we'll hang out in the coolest bars"
109. Woman in front of Buckingham Fountain: "In the VIP"
110. Grant Hill again: "with the movie stars"
111. Jayson Woolley in Union Square: "Every good gold digger's"
112. Ted Nugent again: "gonna wind up there"
113. Holly Madison again: "Every Playboy"
114. Bridget Marquardt in a pink bed: "bunny with her bleach"
115. Kendra Wilkinson again: "blond hair/And we'll"
116. Boy standing next to City Hall in front of Tower Bridge: "hide out in the private rooms"
117. Nelly Furtado again: "With the latest dictionary and today's"
118. Two women in front of the Sydney Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge: "Who's Who/They'll get you anything"
119. Kid Rock again: "with that evil smile/Everybody's"
120. Ted Nugent again: "got a drug dealer on speed dial/Well"
121. John Rich again: "hey"
122. Dale Earnhardt, Jr. again: "hey"
123. Worker in front of Marina City: "I wanna be a rockstar"
124. Wayne Gretzky again, splashing a pool with a hockey stick
125. Kendra Wilkinson again dancing
126. Nelly Furtado again: "Hey"
127. Gene Simmons again: "hey"
128. Nickelback fans at Tweeter Center for the Performing Arts concert singing: "I wanna be a rockstar"
129. Pan to Chad Kroeger, pan to Mike Kroeger and Ryan Peake

Holy crap on a crap stick, that is a LOT of linkage I just had to do. I could have copied direct from Wikipedia, but there were a lot of links not on there. So there you have it, a line-by-line guide of who is singing and where! All the links will open in the same window because I am just too damn lazy to add the code for seperate windows! There are one or two links missing as well - if you want to let me know what I missed, then lemmie know!

Tagged: More Quizzy Things

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	Medium
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Very High
Pride:	Medium

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!

You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

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Musical Monday #31 - Rock Star

I seem to be getting a theme of Musical Monday posts, and I am sorry for those that don't like it. That trend seems to be rather "rocky" songs, but to be fair, they all do in fact kick arse.

While most of them have been older songs I used to listen to, I decided to break the mold with a recent song. A new(ish) song in fact.

Having company this weekend with a like-minded guest, it was inevitable we'd get onto the subject of music, and he pointed out Nickleback - Rockstar. I listened to it and loved it right away. So I listened to it constantly a couple more times, and it got better and better. And for a nice change, the video is actually the one for the song, so it's worth watching for once!

Volume: increase it!

Back To It

With me having felt rough all week - the week Jaysen is off school no less - and doing nothing but fight the powers of daytime TV and falling asleep on the sofa, we decided this afternoon to head to a friends for dinner. Nothing fancy, but the kids played in one room, we had "adult" conversation in the other. My week off from school runs, early mornings and cleaning school uniform was replace by feeling pants.

Ugh.

I still don't feel great - though, of course, eating that tub of Amaretto Ice Cream certainly didn't help matters - but we came home early in order to get an early night. We had company all weekend, and now the house is quiet again, it's nice to drop my jeans, put my feet up, and burp foamy almond burps.

Damn ice cream.

Of course, having to get up at the arse-crack of Monday morning should be interesting, as I've been dealing with evil insomnia once again. Well, partly it's insomnia, partly it's napping during the day frying the poor body clock. But I've been dozing during the day and up from about midnight till some silly hour, either playing games, reading the internet, hassling people on MSN or, er, playing more games.

Last night I was up till gone five in the morning, the night before was 4am, and the night before that was 3am. To add insult to injury, I've been getting up against at around half eight, just a few hours later.

I can't say it's doing me any good, what with the date that is up coming, not to mention random stuff that I don't blog about getting into my head. When I am tired, I dwell on things, I replay events over and over in my head until they are completely different from the actual event, and, in general don't do myself any favours.

So, tomorrow morning I should be up early, get Jaysen sorted and get out to pay bills and buy some of that pesky food stuff the kids seem to need every day or two. I am hoping that by keeping busy I will be knackered but stay up, have another early night and get the body clock back onto GMT-London. Which means I am going to bed early, like, in about 10 minutes. I am so manly.

And I must buy some more ice cream tomorrow...

But Tam IS A Freak!

And here's my proof:



I have no idea what she's doing, but that is indeed Tamsyn, in the corner, behind a chair with a towel on her head. At first I suspected foul play - something she shouldn't have or whatever, but no, she is there, under her towel, giggling like a loon.

Why Oriental?!

I mentioned this a few days back, and a couple of people enquired more about what I was blattering on about. That is, trying to view Flickr is a mission in near-impossibleness. Assuming that's a word. I don't know.

However, the issue at hand is quite obvious from this screenshot:


Now I am not a Flickr user, but I do occasionally have a need to go and browse the pages, though I do find I go more thanks to Claire's photography on her blog. Regardless, I can't figure head nor tail of oriental languages. I don't know if it's Chinese, Japanese or Korean (prolly the latter methinks), but I can't bumble my way around it.

Please - anyone have any clues? OR am I being a complete divvy bollocks and that's how it's supposed to be?

The Sun Came Out...

I do believe that since Christmas I have not "been well" for one single day. I feel tired, drained - exhausted - and the headache/sore throat/snottiness is getting very very boring now. However, aside from a few days of just vegging out on the sofa and, shockingly, sleeping during the day, I've been pressing on as best I can.

However, today, the sun is out and while I slept in for a stupid length of time - something else I don't do - I am taking advantage of the nice looking weather. All the curtains are open and I am bathed in sunlight. Granted I am freezing my nuts off, but none the less, the sun is nice.

Last night, we decided that we all fancied some pancakes. Well, aside from Tam - she doesn't like them, the little freak. So, I did something I have not done in a long time. I made a large batch. Yesterday was a long day, and I've been stressy and pissy all week, and didn't care what I ate.

And so Dan cooked. And tossed flipped pancakes for an eternity. And the plate of pancakes became a little mound, a heap, a pile, a tower...


That, folks, is a pile of 38 pancakes. There would have been more, but I got bored with the dregs in the bowl and poured three-pancakes worth of batter into the pan to save time.

The result? Jo, Jaysen and myself scarfing the worlds supply of pancakes. BUT don't think we're lardy fatties. No no, we left three. Which I might eat now.

Anyways, I am making the best of today - and prolly the weekend - before next week lands and saps my will ;)

And for the record, my new computer is completely set up to my liking - just getting used to Vista from XP, but it's not too different really. But it makes a nice change to play games without having a gale-force wind blowing around to keep it cool. It's nice to use a computer that works without randomly nosediving because I asked it to do something ;) You can see it here if you want, but it came from - strangely - a supermarket. A German-chain no less, that tends to sell rubbish.

Granted, it's not a supercomputer, but at the end of the day, it does what I want it to do, and it does it well. Warcraft, Half Life 2, Hellgate - it's all good!

And A Bad Post

I've been blogsurfing this afternoon. I had to after I managed to get everything installed how I wanted. But, during my surfing, I noticed how many of the heart parents out there have published their Congenital Heart Defect Day stories - the tales that brought them into the CHD World.

I almost - for a moment - thought I would do the same. I considered sharing the tales of expecting a sick baby, the trials of raising a sick baby and detailing all the other stuff she went through.

But I can't.

Not because I don't want anyone to read it - far from it. But in the long run, my brain is telling me that the ending of Bethanys story reinforces the point of CHD.

Children die from it. End of story.

I could rattle off statistics and numbers, but you only need to know one statistic. One in every One Hundred babies are born with some for of CHD, ranging from the problems that cause concern, to the problems that mean the baby probably won't survive. And even the conditions that are able to be "stabalised", even those problems can go wrong.

And become fatal.

I don't want your sympathy, I don't want your money. I want you to spread awareness. Tell everyone you know about it. It is the most common of ALL birth defects, yet is hardly common knowledge.

No, I don't do Valentines Day, but Feb 14th is Congenital Heart Defect Awareness Day. Spare a minute, spread the word.

For those that have posted on their blogs about CHD, thank you. I noticed quite a few of you have done it (excluding the Heart Parents out there of course!) so a big thank you to all of them.

So I apologise for not posting about my Bethy. She was a perfect little girl that was taken away too soon, all because of Congenital Heart Defects.

A Good Post

Today is V-Day. This is my positive V-Day post. As mentioned before, we don't do Valentines day. Nothing to do with not loving one another, but today has too many bad memories attact from this time in 2005. However, this post is not about that. That's next.

No, this post is to show thanks and appreciation and love to people. First, the computer saga. After lots of digging, running around and price comparing, I have to say a massive thank you to the In Laws. They might be strapped for cash, but they helped us out after much umm'ing and arr'ing, and as of this morning, I recieved a brand new computer. After spending the day fiddling and tweaking, it's as I like it, and I am once again connected.

Second, just because I can, a big hug and a kiss to Jo. I love you dearly, beautiful, and can't imagine my days without you. You put up with all my shit, my mood swings, my grumpiness and my whining about "ouch" and, more than anything, you "get" me without question.

Thirdly, to all my close friends that I harrass chat with, day and night, email, text, messenger. I'm not naming names - those that send me messages, random photos, smiley mails, or just come around to say Hi, thank you to you to.

And lastly, to all of you readers, lurkers, wanderers and everything else. 0ddness passed 50,000 hits this week. Clearly you suckers coming back for more are interested, and that's all I need, so thanks to you lot too.

Happy 14th Feb ;)

Tagged: Album Meme

In an effort to chill out, I've been struggling with Insomnia and Boredom. To that end, I was blog surfing, right until I came up to Nutty Mummys post on Little Nut Tree. I had seen it before elsewhere, but decided tonight I would actually do it.

While laying in bed, no less.

So, I tag one and all to take part!

Here’s the meme, you design the cover of your band’s album using these links:

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your pic.

So, but following those rules, I came up with the following for myself:

The name of my band is Littlewood Conjecture
The name of my album is "Will Do Everything Wrong"
The front cover of my album:


And of course, chuckling to myself, I ended up doing it for Jo too...

Jodies details:
Band Name: Radbod
Album Name: Most Responsive To Change


I even did it for the kids, but didn't make their actual album covers - paint is a pain in the arse to use so I got bored of that aspect!

Tam
Band Name: Effective Evolutionary Time
Album Name: The Water Is Calm
Cover: Click Here

Jaysen
Band Name: Annulment
Album Name: Those Whom We Admire
Cover: Click Here

And before I close the laptop in an effort to sleep (pfft), I leave with this oddity. WHY oh WHY is it that when I access any Flickr page, regardless of viewing a friends work, randomly, or google search result, why do I only get a Korean version??