exersise

31st of Aug, 2002ce* in: diary

I’ve been doing kendo exersises for a few years now, not that I do kendo however.
And I do it so that I can sit at the computer longer without getting cramps, it can also give you that get up and go on cold days. My sisters flatmate was looking to give up smoking by fasting as a detox. Then it hit me, I’ve been self fasting for years by total accident.
I sit usually go untill the last possible second until eating. That combinded with the exersises puts me in a perfect position to give up smoking again! (I gave up for two years, but started again three years ago in japan)

Smoking IS bad for ones health, but as a good friend said, its not bad for your soul. We are just walking lumps of meat after all, some of us infect that meat, others less so.

Should I give up smoking? Would it really change anything?

Nah fuck it. I enjoy to smoke. I can be the smoking ninja computer man… thin as a rake. But, healthy. Is it possible to be healthy and smoke?

Well I’m a living experiment.

Cornwall

24th of Aug, 2002ce* in: diary

did a few days work at Victoria Real last week after a nice little interview the other friday… they are nice guys. I hope they’ll be getting me in to do some more projects soon.

I’ve been spending an ugly amount of my time on the computer, fixing websites, making a game with headstate, looking for more work (oh the joys of freelancing!) and basically living in a house with my who family for the first time in 10 years!

Things will get slightly worse before they get better is my bet. Need a house asap. Somewhere to be alone, somewhere to do my work. Brighton was the destination, but I may try to pick up a few nice teleworking contracts and rent a place down here in Cornwall, to chill and save money. Also to get my fiancee over from japan, which is important, without a house… ‘am DOOMED!

Bungled attempt!

13th of Aug, 2002ce* in: diary

I decided to take a lift with my mother in her rented car to Bristol, on her way upto Yorkshire to do the things she has to do. (shes a landlady, but usually lives in south Africa!)
After trying to find my friend Adam we gave up for being totally lost. We were given directions from junction 16 on the m5 but told to come off at junction 19 mistakenly… so I told my mother to continue on her journey and I would find my way on foot. Adam has done quite well for himself working as a chef, recruited by an old school friend of ours.

Adam and myself drank the night away, then decided to take the last train back to the station closest to his house. This is where we broke our first bottle of san miguel beer, as Adam put his bag on the ground too swiftly. We later bought another two bottles off beer to take with us but it would end up that these beers were in danger too.

When we left the train it was quite late, being wise to the ways of Bristol we delayed our exit from the station just incase someone tried to try something on. As it happens we were very cautious but still got caught out… we let the two previous brothers walk to the end of the path, although I wouldn’t call them brothers, they spoke of a different regional accent, and then descended the stairs as the coast was clear, but two guys who obviously were brothers (by brothers Bristol people mean to say black people who will mug you) walked just a little too close, on the this dark station path, and grabbed me by the arms. I wriggled free while they kept on trying to trip me up by kicking me in the leg (?), I did fall over in the end and cut my arm, then Adam was picked on as I ran to a relative distance of safety, the two guys chased him about a metre as Adam ran into a shopping trolley! His two bottles of beer became ammunition at this point and he lugged them smashing on the floor in front of the two bungled muggers. We were both able to escape without much damage.

On the journey home through the maze of streets that is Bristol, we, too drunk to do anything but run off, tried to reason why we were picked on and how they bungled what must have been their first ever attempt at mugging. They didn’t have any weapon to speak of, no motive, and Adam is quite stocky, whereas I’m 192cm tall. We see it as waste of time on their part and ours. The problem was mostly that Bristol is shite and I’d never think of living there, hell London was enough, I’m totally passive when drunk, and would rather live in more passive surroundings - like Brighton.

flyin’ time

10th of Aug, 2002ce* in: animation, illustration, websites

Did this, got paid for it. Never got used, due mostly to the guy not really getting his online act together. I’m still holding out for him though ;)

sunny weather

5th of Aug, 2002ce* in: diary

well, I’m back in cornwall, finally got my modem to work (thanks for the new drivers gazz), managed also to set up the dialer… not easy in japanese windows.

Besides from that, little else has happened to me. Still looking for a job. Sunbathing a lot. Enjoying living in my sisters house (east cornwall, UK), which is HUGE! It’s right on the corner of an estate (a land estate, not a housing estate) and totally surrounded by fields and farmers.
One problem about the nice weather is that we tend to get a lot of flies in the house during the day, they seem to fly up from the fields and into the garden.

But nothing can compete with the massive dragon fly that made its way into the house today! My god was that a mother of a beast, about eight inches long (20cm) dive bombing for my head… sounded like a fucking helicopter! Luckily my sisters kitten/cat took care of the intruder and chased it outside.

its all go!

That cat is currently climbing on my shoulders as I type.