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Aah, I forgot I had to write a title for these things…

Posted in Cats, Friendlings, Ian, James, Matt, Pets, thoughts, Tom, Warmaster Horus, XBOX 360 on 06/02/2013 by willsalt

Good evening.

I had an uncharacteristically social day today. Granted, I stayed at home, but I actually spoke to someone who isn’t a relative, ginger, or an idiot. No offense Tom.

That being, I spoke to an Ian and a Fish, online of course. Been a while since I hugged either of them…

I think there must be something wrong with me if I consider that an accomplishment…

 

So far in this post there are 66 words, 7 of them are ‘I’, 10.6%. That makes me feel egotistical… then again, this is a personal blog about myself so that should be expected…

Heh, that’s kind of funny. I’m a narcissist who writes about himself, then complains that he’s the only thing he writes about and maintains a strong opposition to narcissism. I feel so conflicted… There’s the word ‘I’ again, now I’ve noticed that, it’s really annoying.

 

Change the subject. Horus may be dead, that’s a happy note to switch to. The cat not the war master, he’s fictional. If you’ve seen my Facebook page, or that post of mine with all the pet pictures in you may know of him, the one with the dodgy eye.

I’m not entirely clear on the details, but father returned from work, and found an inanimate kitten on the floor at the end of the dining table, believed it to be already dead or not far off. I may get back to you on the specifics. He’s a nice cat, It’d be preferable if he lived. If not, well we’ve got 10 more.

 

Cheery tones here, should probably end on a brighter, happier note, and use full sentences…

Dead Space 3 in three days! That’s happy for some of us, although there’s that word “dead” again, so often considered to be negative I’m hesitant to use it as my happy note…

Crysis 3 in about 16 days away. But then, Crysis is a homonym of crisis, a ‘dangerous or worrying time’, not exactly known for happiness.

Maybe something not gaming related…

 

I’ll paraphrase something I said to my aquatic friendling instead.

Cars are like people, you can’t truly share them unless you cut them in half (see Solomon) and when they get old there tends to be something wrong with them all the time.

On that note, thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

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Motivation & Depression

Posted in Family, Father, Mother, Pets, Rants, reminiscing, tedium, thoughts on 03/10/2012 by willsalt

Good evening.

Another enthralling two hour rant from my father, combined with a 40 minute discussion with my mother this afternoon left me with some interesting ideas floating around in my head.

Start with the cat note. Supposedly we can’t allow the cats to live in the house, and parents have been keeping them out with a 100% success rate for days. When one comes in, you have to immediately grab it and throw it outside, sounds rather mean in my opinion. So, about 3 minutes ago I heard some meowing outside my door, and found a Zorro on the landing. (Upstairs, where apparently no cats have been able to get for days). So, I walk downstairs, he keeps talking, and follows me, I walk through the hall, back lounge, and into the kitchen (shutting doors behind me in case he decides to go back). There we have a nice little chat about cruel people forcing the cats to live in the utility room, which he willingly runs in to when I open the door.

Now, compare that to my father’s idea of how that works. I did not have to grab the cat, it didn’t have the unwillingness to go where I wanted it to that he talks about. Didn’t try to claw me when I reached for it (admittedly I was going to stroke it, not pick it up). In my experience, it works like this with most of the cats. Occasionally with some of them, usually Scar face or one of the little kittens, you may have to pick them up and carry them out of the room they shouldn’t be in, but they never scratch, bite or struggle (unless I walk near parents, or occasionally Wayne). Maybe the cats just like me more.

Another example, when there’s a lucky sitting on my bed, I can “belly flop” onto the bed next to her, and at most she’ll look at me like I’m an idiot. When Mother’s in the room, if I just sit on the bed she jumps up and runs to the other end.

Anyway, enough about human-cat interaction.

Secondly, interesting discussion with my mother; in that we established that while I generally consider myself a deceptively positive person with force pessimistic tendencies, but a general willingness to live, fascination with life and the things it entails, she considers me clinically depressed and liable to commit suicide. So slightly different from how I view myself.

Let’s play with definitions, because that’s what I do when I’m bored.

Wikipedia says:

“Depression is a state of low mood and aversion to activity that can have a negative effect on a person’s thoughts, behavior, feelings, world view and physical well-being. Depressed people may feel sad, anxious, empty, hopeless, worried, helpless, worthless, guilty, irritable, hurt, or restless. They may lose interest in activities that once were pleasurable; experience loss of appetite or overeating; have problems concentrating, remembering details, or making decisions; and may contemplate or attempt suicide. Insomnia, excessive sleeping, fatigue, loss of energy, or aches, pains or digestive problems that are resistant to treatment may be present.”

So of those, state of low mood, I’m quite happy most of the time. When I’m not, it’s usually because a game’s frustrating, which often makes me more amused than frustrated, and still quite happy. Alternatively, if I’m bored for some reason, such as when walking too college, there’s nothing to do on the way there; or when someone’s ranting at me, or hitting me with a lamp stand for attempting to answer a question accurately rather than lying to give them the answer they want.

Aversion to activity, I don’t have that. I’ll concede, I spend all day cooped up in my room on my computer, but I’m active while I’m there. Not physically active, but I would be if the things I find interesting (reading, gaming, etc.) required it.

Neither of those has any of the effects specified in the rest of the sentence.

I’m lazy, so I’ll just do this part as a list.

  • Feel:
    • Sad: We covered this one.
    • Anxious: nope.
    • Empty: far from it, if anything I feel like there’s too much of me in here.
    • Hopeless: while there’s not much I hope for, I’m not hopeless, that normally has more to do with feelings of impending failure and all that.
    • Worried: I worry about nothing, well nothing rational. There’s the paranoia that I try to avoid mentioning, where I’m concerned someone may be watching my every move, but even that I don’t worry about.
    • Helpless: I don’t recall knowingly experiencing helplessness, except for one dream with a wolf. I think dreaming about being dismembered by a wolf probably means something else anyway. But I’m always of the belief that most circumstances can be improved, one can usually help oneself. Obviously, there are cases when this doesn’t apply, for example when freefalling towards earth, stark naked from the ISS with no equipment you’re pretty helpless.
    • Worthless: this is an interesting one. I know on the societal level, as an unemployed young male, I’m pretty worthless. On the familial level, within my family, I’m pretty worthless, operating as a drain on resources while providing little more than a stream of mockery and insults, “smart-arsed comments” and criticism.
    • Guilty: I don’t feel guilt, well not about significant things. I feel guiltier about killing Khajiit’s in Skyrim, than about insulting family members. (Heh, murder > insults.)
    • Irritable: not at all with this, I’m the least irritable person I know. Patient to the point of fault, even when it comes to someone mocking, or prodding me.
    • Hurt: this lacks context. The traditional hurt feelings? That’s not happened for as long as I can remember, even when my mother tells me it’d be better if I just killed myself. But I only seem to get hurt in the physical sense. And even then not often, without the decelerated healing linked with depression or stress.
    • Restless: nope. Admittedly, it’s 00:27 am, and I’m up writing a blog post, but I’m not restless, I don’t pace unnecessarily, except as a substitute for exercise, and I don’t lose sleep, I just shifted sleep cycles.

     

    • May lose interest in activities that once were pleasurable: Not at all. The activities I find pleasurable, e.g. gaming, haven’t changed for… when did I first get a gaming console? Or did I game on PC before then? A long time. Warhammer, I don’t do for financial reasons, DnD I don’t know anyone who DMs, and my own campaign writing is hindered by laziness, and an unwillingness to write anything down. (I want to write it by hand, ‘cause it’s easier, but that’s less convenient than typed and no one can read my handwriting. But then typing, it’s harder to add diagrams, sketches etc.)
    • Experience loss of appetite: I eat a lot.
    • Or overeating: I’ve always eaten a lot, yet at 5’10” I’m still only 56kg. Maybe I have worms…
    • Have problems concentrating: Not on things that interest me. Obviously if you try to get me to concentrate on paint drying I’ll have problems, (actually I’ve done that for fun before, so maybe I do have problems… 😛 ) but gaming, reading, coding, general learning and the like, I can concentrate on fine. Even great at concentrating on multiple things at the same time. Such as maintain a conversation with mother while I was fighting Romulans. It’s kind of depressing that Word doesn’t know “Romulan”.
    • Remembering details: my memory’s great. Okay, I can’t remember faces but that’s nothing new. Details, this is hard to prove here. Interrogate me on something, that’d work better, because while off the top of my head I can say that the not-werewolves (but also not normal humans) of the quileute tribe have a natural body temperature of 108.9 degrees Fahrenheit, and that on a “brain day” in year 8 I was given a list of things to remember that consisted of “Door, Mat, table, lamp, cat, stairs, dog, carpet, box, shoe” that’s just two specific things. As facts they’re not details.
    • Making decisions: Okay, this one’s right. I’m bad at making decisions, deciding what to do, where to start, and so on. The only decision I seen that good at is what to eat. But for that I need options in front of me.
    • Contemplate or attempt suicide: I have done this, but only considered it for comic or dramatic effect. Never seriously as a life choice.
    • Suffer from:
      • Insomnia: Nope. I don’t have issues sleeping. Well, I have difficulty getting to sleep, that normally takes me 1-2 hours of lying in bed doing nothing with no notable stimuli, like a TV to distract me. But even that’s frequently broken when I sometime “drop off” while watching TV.
      • Excessive sleeping: Nope. Not excessive, just poorly timed.
      • Fatigue: Nope.
      • Loss of energy: Nope.
      • Aches: Nope.
      • Pains: only when I’m injured. And the occasional throbbing pain in my arteries/veins/other notable blood vessels.
      • Digestive problems: nope, well none I’ve noticed.

So of that list, there are something like 25 criteria up there, I meet one wholly and a few partials. I think that’s a not depressed. Or greatly in denial.

Onto the final part, motivation.

This stems from the rant from my father, a man who doesn’t seem to understand this concept. The example that was the basis of much of his rant is my education. My incentive is the qualifications I get at the end of it. That motivates me enough to do the bare minimum. He doesn’t understand that I’d need greater motivation to give up the pleasures of my life, (gaming, reading, TV etc.) and focus fully upon the education. But I lack that level of motivation. I can coast on my natural intellect, which I both overestimate and underestimate, so I do. But, here’s the important part so pay attention, just because I don’t have the motivation to go the extra mile; doesn’t mean I won’t go whatever distance is required before the extra mile. That’s a saying I find it hard to elaborate upon.

Now, I could continue to rant and whine for another few dozen pages, and hours, until I’m blue in the face. An inaccurate saying, I’m typing not speaking. Until my fingers are bleeding, or until they’ve worn down to the bone, and the clacking of carbonated hydroxyapatite on plastic finally pisses someone off so much they make me stop, or the blood loss causes me to pass out. Or causes the keyboard to malfunction or break. I guess then I could use dictation software, but my previous experiments with that proved ineffective.

On that non-closing note, I shall end.

Thanks for reading. Ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Informalities, paedophiles and please don’t say “inbox me”.

Posted in Archie, Family, HND Computing and Systems Development, ICT, Molly, Mother, Pets, Rants, reminiscing, Sodahead, Stephenson's College, tedium, thoughts, Wayne on 04/10/2011 by willsalt

Good Evening.

I just emailed Colin, and looking back at that email, realised I ended it with:

“-Love Willski.”

Err, I think that’s wrong… or at least highly informal…

Anyway, Quick question. Can you (you personally) make websites in HTML-ey-ness. All that <head></Head><p><br /> nonsense? Because I’m not very good at it. Okay, yes, I can remember it all, nothing wrong there, my memory can be quite good. But actually using it, I find tricky.

And there’s a bunch of people running around in circles over there…. Look like students from nearby primary school have been taken to a field to play with sheep. That’s weird… it’s like they’re putting on a show for paedophiles.

Come to this field, watch children running around in shorts! You can pretend you’re walking you dog.

Am I even allowed to post this now? I’d just like to say, I’m not supporting paedophilia, but a nearby primary school seems to. Not really. I think they’re too large to be primary school children…

Bleh, spent 5 minutes staring out the window at nothing, now my eyes wont focus. Not properly anyway, makes typing tricky… where was I?

Ahh yes, so writing stuff in HTML-ey-ness. As Kurt said last Wednesday, it’s the kind of thing you’d have expected to be covered by a level 3 computer based course. But the useful stuff, like this, isn’t covered by A-Level ICT.

Dogs are barking, does that mean parents are back? If they are I’m going to slap them for not leaving nice food for me to steal. Nope, just a large yellow van that pulled up then left again. Went to visit the dogs to stop them barking. They all stopped, stared at me, and then yawned, in unison.

So I’ve now stolen Doctor Who series one off Emski. I miss this intro and all the not-so-subtle references to bad wolf.

I want to hug a Dalek. Where can I find one? I fear I may get singed if I try… they tend to have energy weapons… and occasionally heat based shields…

Okay, that’s annoying. The credits have “Doctor Who Christopher Eccleston”. The characters called the Doctor.

How often do you see a facebook status, or similar, that says something like “I’ve changed my phone number, inbox me and I’ll send it to you.” Isn’t it a bit annoying? For starters, “inbox”. Well, both my phones have an SMS inbox. Also MMS or whatever that one is, along with several others. Then at present I monitor 3 of my email addresses, which if I remember correctly all can be set up with multiple inboxes. Then I have Sodahead, and a variety of forums with personal messaging systems, which have inboxes. Then of course, there’s facebooks messaging system. But with that you message someone, you don’t inbox them.

Hehe:

“You look a little dizzy”

“What about you, you’re not even in focus”

Where was I? The second thing, aah yes, so why use the term “inbox me”? You want them to send you an inbox? That’s the phrasing you’d normally use isn’t it? Same with ‘punch me’, or ‘feed me’. The message goes to the inbox, but people don’t say “external dermal layer of the lower abdomen me” or “stomach me” respectively.

I think that annoys me a little bit more than it should.

So where was i? aah yes, I was told by my ICT teacher at KE VII that they teach ICT as it’s far more useful then Computing. Well, ICT as it turns out, consists of using Microsoft Access, and some basic business (organization structure and all that.) with a teensy tiny bit of network structure thrown in there, and some passing references to hardware. We use monitors, but only if they’re as far away as possible, the top of the screens at eye level and they’re not flickering or reflecting, otherwise they violate The Health and Safety (Display Screen Equipment) Regulations 1992.

Now I’m not sure, but I think being taught to write and understand basic HTML is more useful than being told not to put my head through a CRT monitor. That’s just common sense really.

YAY! Xbox website is working again. Not that I need to use it or anything… just nice to know I can if I want to.

I keep getting asked by my mother if I really want to do my college course, or whether I’m just doing it as a sort of last resort, I must do something. I think that little rant should be a bit of an indication. I’m happy to do this course, because it’s actually useful.  Don’t get me wrong, the ICT course, and the Science courses I did are useful to, but they were for the most part academic, lacking in a practical stuff. Judging from the course booklet thing, I’ll learn some actual practical knowledge, something useful. It’s much better. I think I’ll be happy doing it.

On that note, thanks for reading, have a good night. Well, morning now.

Ta-ta.

Love Willski.

College, and expensive things…

Posted in Breakfast, Cats, Films, Food, JacksFilms, Jesus Christ Superstar, Molly, Music, PC, Pets, Rants, reminiscing, Sean Klitzner, Sodahead, tedium, thoughts, Tobuscus/Toby Turner, Toby Turner, Wendy, YouTube on 26/09/2011 by willsalt

Good evening.

I had my second day at college today, that was fun. Met Courtney Thompson and Kris… and there’s only one name there I know I spelt correctly.

And I got mother to buy me a computer. YAY! Expensive computer…

Molly bit  kitten! The Bitch! Well, she is a female dog. (It died 3-4 days later).

So, is paying £79 for a fancy case sensible? It’s certainly deceptive, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Hehe, I imagine it’s not my wisest decision. But I think it’ll be the most expensive thing I own, monitors £180… I think, Xbox was just over £200, Halo Reach just under £100… err, the safe was about £20… the bed’s not really mine, don’t know how much it cost though… current computer’s £450… Hi-Fi was expensive… but it’s nearly as old as my TV, which was I think around £100, now worth a lot less, it’s what, a 14” CRT that doesn’t even receive digital…

Err, the fish tank was quite pricey…

Anyway, not enough here. I shall continue this tomorrow, I don’t like posting 178 words.

Good evening, again…

I haven’t done any work on my bridging assessment since Tuesday, which is odd, because I’ve only got about two lines left, and I know what I’m supposed to say.

Interesting… It’s raining! In England!

So, I forgot my Game password. Then got my account locked trying to guess it, and now have to contact customer services. If they want me to phone them, I think I’ll just report the card lost, get a new one, and a new game account. It’s cheaper than phoning. Not sure it’s how you’re supposed to handle this sort of situation though…

Ahh, it’s nearly 8 hours later.

Sodahead is fun; you get to say things like this:

The death penalty is there for those who have supposedly lost the right to life, usually through some crime, such as murder.

Now, I’m not sure, but I think most foetuses aren’t mass murderers.

And:

I’d rather feed Rachael Ray to a starving Tiger. She’s got more meat on her, more nutritious. Not that I have any clue who she is…

Fun place.

Good evening. For the third time in one post, lucky you!

There’s a phone on my desk… well, there’s 3… but one of them isn’t mine. I keep getting told to phone people… Why is everyone so obsessed with Telephones? I prefer email. It’s much more polite, and usually doesn’t require actual speech, and you’re not trying to force them to correspond at a certain time. It’s just checking your emails whenever you like, and reply in your own time rather then “TALK TO ME NOWT TALK TO ME NOW! TALK TO ME NOW!” and yes, that’s quoting Stephen Fry with different formatting.

And I just chased a cat out of my room with a Katana… I also emailed the people I was supposed to phone.

And Emski’s supposed to be getting me a Morrison’s Application form… yay?

Now this is something I haven’t done for a while. Sitting in this chair, the sun coming through my window, roasting my left leg through a pair of jeans, and Jesus Christ Superstar playing on my computer.

I just toasted with a lamp and a glass of coke. I think the same glass I killed that keyboard with…

Hehe, so I’m working on the assumption I have a driving lesson this afternoon, I’ll find out when Simi returns. On foot, probably not, driving someone else’s car, either driving lesson, or he’s acquired a penchant for thievery.

A trick or two with lepers,

and the whole towns on it is feet

He is dangerous!

They say that second one a lot…

So, while awaiting Simis return, I’m eating Krackawheat, Crispy Wheat & Rye Crackers.

Ooh, that reminds me, I have to de-activate my blood bowl activation key… that’s weird… yeah, they’re one use, but you can un-use them… which I’ll need to do if I want to install it on my new computer; which should be dispatched in an average of 8.4 days! Well, 11.4 days from when it was ordered… and that was Friday I think…

Aww, they changed filter from the orange one to the blue one! And there are some very weird facial expressions…

Hehe, sorry, I’m commenting on Jesus Christ Superstar again.

Hehe, it’s Rick Mayal. One ‘l’ or two?

Okay, Emski, Simi, Mother and Father have gone on a little family outing. To Morrison’s. weird… then again, we have days out at Ikea, so I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s better than Alton Towers.

II feel like typing vast quantities of text, but I don’t have anything to say…Let’s look for inspiration. What can I see? Toby Turner on blog TV. The Powder Toy, Microsoft Word, with this in, and there’s an MSN chat window with Tom… err… yeah, only one of those is really interesting… But can’t really comment on that…

Anyway, I got a phone call today, that was surprising… doesn’t usually happen to me. It was an employee of somewhere asking me to work tomorrow… which means I have to be there at twenty to eight… hmm… working, good, something to do. And presumably money! YAY! But having to wake up probably before 07:00, which is less fun. I just heard a door closed and Emski running up the stairs… yay, free Ben & Jerries ice cream! Maths later…

Err… I’ve run out…  that was, what, 17g of protein, 127.5 g of carbohydrates and 63.75g of fat… this is a healthy day for me…

I’m glad I’m replacing this computer… it seems to be giving up at the moment…

And on that note, I think I’m going to post these three blogs…

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Oh, and if you’re a fan of Toby Turner, Jacks Films, Sean Klitzner, Tay Zonday or just good/amusing music, watch Take off Your Clothes (Like Scarlett Johansson). (Click here for the link, or watch the incredibly minaturised version below.)

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Good evening. For the third time in one post, lucky you!

There’s a phone on my desk… well, there’s 3… but one of them isn’t mine. I keep getting told to phone people… Why is everyone so obsessed with Telephones? I prefer email. It’s much more polite, and usually doesn’t require actual speech, and you’re not trying to force them to correspond at a certain time. It’s just checking your emails whenever you like, and reply in your own time rather then “TALK TO ME NOWT TALK TO ME NOW! TALK TO ME NOW!” and yes, that’s quoting Stephen Fry with different formatting.

And I just chased a cat out of my room with a Katana… I also emailed the people I was supposed to phone.

And Emski’s supposed to be getting me a Morrison’s Application form… yay?

Now this is something I haven’t done for a while. Sitting in this chair, the sun coming through my window, roasting my left leg through a pair of jeans, and Jesus Christ Superstar playing on my computer.

I just toasted with a lamp and a glass of coke. I think the same glass I killed that keyboard with…

Hehe, so I’m working on the assumption I have a driving lesson this afternoon, I’ll find out when Simi returns. On foot, probably not, driving someone else’s car, either driving lesson, or he’s acquired a penchant for thievery.

A trick or two with lepers,

and the whole towns on it is feet

He is dangerous!

They say that second one a lot…

So, while awaiting Simis return, I’m eating Krackawheat, Crispy Wheat & Rye Crackers.

Ooh, that reminds me, I have to de-activate my blood bowl activation key… that’s weird… yeah, they’re one use, but you can un-use them… which I’ll need to do if I want to install it on my new computer; which should be dispatched in an average of 8.4 days! Well, 11.4 days from when it was ordered… and that was Friday I think…

Aww, they changed filter from the orange one to the blue one! And there are some very weird facial expressions…

Hehe, sorry, I’m commenting on Jesus Christ Superstar again.

Hehe, it’s Rick Mayal. One ‘l’ or two?

Okay, Emski, Simi, Mother and Father have gone on a little family outing. To Morrison’s. weird… then again, we have days out at Ikea, so I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s better than Alton Towers.

II feel like typing vast quantities of text, but I don’t have anything to say…Let’s look for inspiration. What can I see? Toby Turner on blog TV. The Powder Toy, Microsoft Word, with this in, and there’s an MSN chat window with Tom… err… yeah, only one of those is really interesting… But can’t really comment on that…

Anyway, I got a phone call today, that was surprising… doesn’t usually happen to me. It was an employee of somewhere asking me to work tomorrow… which means I have to be there at twenty to eight… hmm… working, good, something to do. And presumably money! YAY! But having to wake up probably before 07:00, which is less fun. I just heard a door closed and Emski running up the stairs… yay, free Ben & Jerries ice cream! Maths later…

Err… I’ve run out…  that was, what, 17g of protein, 127.5 g of carbohydrates and 63.75g of fat… this is a healthy day for me…

I’m glad I’m replacing this computer… it seems to be giving up at the moment…

And on that note, I think I’m going to post these three blogs…

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Pets, and others…

Posted in Archie, Cats, Hide, Lucky, Molly, Norbert, Pets, thoughts, Warmaster Horus, Wayne on 14/09/2011 by willsalt

Good Evening.

I planned to do a post that was pictures of my pets, so there’s an archie. looking weird…

And Archie again, this time on a sofa in the Summerhouse… with part of Wayne…

Here’s Hide sleeping on a chair.

Wayne, looking sad… although, he always does…

From left to right, that’s Wayne lurking in the door, then molly, and and Archie.

Wayne, sleeping on Emskis bed.

Molly sleeping on Ems Bed.

Rosie next to a fish tank.

Archies pretty little smile.

Kate, sitting on Hide, pre-Wayne-attack. (you can see waynes paws though…)

FATTY! Not so fat there…

i think she knows she shouldn’t be on there… probably thinking ‘if i can’t se them they can’t see me’.

Rosie, probably sleeping. perhaps dead. most likely the former as i took that about 3 months ago…

VAMPIRE CAT!

Cat on a laptop. she’s taken several keys of that keyboard…

Rosie again, same laptop, different place.

Molly, on a different sofa… being a pillock.

Rosie, in a window… looking sad…

Fatty in a tree!

Fatty, still in a tree.

Fatty still in the tree…

Zorro, not in a tree…

Horus! making my arm look rather pale…

Horus… still making me look pale… but less conscious…

Horus, err… does he know he’s lying down?

Rosie sitting on the router… that must do something to the Wi-Fi.

Rosie again, sitting on me this time.

She’s weird…

More Rosie, i think she’s trying to be evil…

getting better? or worse?

Fatty! in the dark!

Wayne! he was there motionless for about an hour…

unfortunately, his paw moved. 😦

Horus! with an odd eye…

A wayne, in my door. Can you see that blob of slobber?

Lickle Hide. i took a similar picture of Jekyl once… Do i have that here? Nope, but i do have:

The now deceased Dizzy. lovely cat she was.

Hide again, different angle… she seems distracted… I think being photographed isn’t important to her…

Rosie, also distracted…

There’s lickle Lucky. similar to her mother.

Rosie, again. probably the easiest one to photograph well. the rest keep moving…

Scarface! or alley… ally… ali… allie… err… don’t know how we spell that one…

Overlit Scarface.

Fatty!

Kate, by the fridge. looking weird…

Kate, still by the fridge… lokking all down, and blurry.

Kate again, looking a bit more normal… with odd lighting…

Lucky next to the oven…

Lucky on the prowl.

There’s a fatty cat on the floor.

lickle teeny tiny kittens. unamed, but all very Hide-ish. Want one? £10.

Kendra! very tricky to photograph. I was there for about 3 1/2 minutes to get that one, took forty something pictures, all the rest up to this point she wouldn’t stay still.

Three more pictures of rosie, by the kettle.

Horus, his eye’s getting better.

Fatty the out of focus kitten!

Fatty, and Kate. overlit.

Faty and kate. still overlity but also blurry and out of focus.

Kate! without a fatty this time…

Kndea! on my leg! also part of my face…

Kendras’ face! also a molly on the far left, and an archie in the middle.

Lickle Kendra, perched on my leg.

Left to right, Horus lying down, Kate sitting, Scarface sitting, and Kendra lying down.

And finally, lickle molly.

So, that’s all of them, well.. no not reall, but that’s all the pictures of them i’ve got on here at the moment.

So, now to see if the formatting worked.

Thanks for reading, ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Confusing Toms, Reach, and other things.

Posted in Benski, Cats, Driving, Driving Lessons, Family, Friendlings, Half Man Half Biscuit, Halo Reach, iJustine, Music, Pets, Rants, reminiscing, tedium, thoughts, Tobuscus/Toby Turner, Tom, Warmaster Horus, Wayne, XBOX 360 on 07/09/2011 by willsalt

Good Evening.

I’m bored.

Waiting for a phone call… and I’ve got a driving lesson in err… simple maths… about 4 hours.

Mary had a little lamb
The doctors were astounded
Everywhere she went
Gynaecologists surrounded

Heh, have I said that before? It’s from 99% of Gargoyles look like Bob Todd, by Half Man Half Biscuit.

 Hmm, odd… since I vote iJustine and Charles Trippy have about doubled, Toby’s gone from about 1200 to 9140… no nearly double the other two combined … hehe.

Assuming I still have no emails from Colin, after driving lesson I think I’ll try Pillar of Autumn LASO. If Benski and Tom don’t comply, I’ll try Pillar SLASO, but that probably won’t go so well…

Well, that was fun. Driving lessons just finished, I surprised him with my ability to crawl around. Err, clutch control at low speeds, I didn’t get out the car and start crab walking or anything.

I also learned I can’t count to 3.

Anyway… odd variety of songs going through my head… that one from Sweeney Todd… (including the lines: There was another man who saw, that she was beautiful, a pious vulture of the law, who with a gesture of his claw….) Something from Jesus Christ Superstar, but I can’t remember what, Skyrim literal Trailer that’ll somehow manage to attract Googles attention) and Stop the Cavalry.

All good songs.

And I’ve probably confused Tom again…

I’ll get back to you with details if I have.

Yeah yeah says (17:45):
*i understand now why he’s called aqua Barry
Yeah yeah says (17:46):
*ask ben
:[Willski:[                       says (17:46):
*ask him what. that’s kind of a vague statement
*it’s like me saying ‘Ask David’
:[Willski:[                       says (17:47):
*you know of whom i speak
Yeah yeah says (17:52):
*?
:[Willski:[                       says (17:53):
*they are watching
Yeah yeah says (17:53):
*watching what?
:[Willski:[                       says (17:54):
*all of us
Yeah yeah says (17:55):
*okay…
*thell them to go away
:[Willski:[                       says (17:56):
*you think they’ll listen to any of us?
:[Willski:[                       says (17:57):
*hmm, edibles.
Yeah yeah says (17:57):
*yes.. Eventually they shall listen
*woo food
:[Willski:[                       says (18:16):
*tasty 🙂
Don’t you see? They never listen?
:[Willski:[                       says (18:17):
*when have they done anything we’ve asked of them?

Does he seem confused to you?

Yeah yeah says (18:19):
*i have burgers
:[Willski:[                       says (18:19):
*awesome
anyway, what did you want me to ask Simi?
Yeah yeah says (18:20):
*LASO
*as long as blind isnt on , its all good
:[Willski:[                       says (18:20):
*:)
*I’ll go kick him
*demanding swine, why do you want me to do that?
*you’re so violent
Yeah yeah says (18:21):
*you said  it
:[Willski:[                       says (18:21):
*I’d never do such a thing!
:[Willski:[                       says (18:22):
*he says he’s busy, but refuses to elaborate
:[Willski:[                       says (18:23):
*i think he’s downloading Kiddie porn.

Hehe. You may be able to tell I’m bored.

Anyway, I have driving lesson and interview thingy next Monday, and nothing to do till then. But I’ve been doing nothing since Friday so I don’t miss any emails from Colin. And that’s getting quite boring.

Hehe,

[alert in corner James is online.]
:[Willski:[                       says (18:28):
*Aqua Barry!
*that is all.

Still bored.

Hehe, just watched Kittens trying to steal food off wayne…

Anyway, it’s now 01:17, so I’m going to go to bed and watch Land of the Dead.

What did I do? We (Tom, Simi & I) played Reach, Pillar LASO, and right at the end, fighting the Zealots Tom decided to leave. I think because he was getting bored. And I think that was because he decided if he ran past the Sangheili, and got in the MAC, then they’d leave him alone, he got there like, 3 times, and every time he was killed.

You’d think he’d learn to just fight them naturally.

Anyway, I’m off now.

Thanks for reading, Ta-ta.

Love Willski.

Broken Legs, milkshakes, eye gouging, the miraculous healing properties of Salt Water, and attempted emailing.

Posted in Benski, Emski, Family, Friendlings, Jeffrey, Mother, Pets, Rants, reminiscing, tedium, thoughts, Tom, Warmaster Horus, YouTube on 03/09/2011 by willsalt

Good evening.

What do you know of Saltwater?

For example, did you know, along with its tendency to dehydrate, cause horrible pain to open wounds, and cause vomiting, it has miraculous regenerative properties!

Take the recent case of Warmaster Horus, who’s eye was gouged out, the current plan is to bathe it in salt water, after which he should make a full recovery!

Okay, that was mostly to annoy my mother. Most of the kittens eye is still in its’ head. Mother says it’s just an infection. Judging from the messed-up-ness of the eye, the pessimist in me is assuming when one of the less kitten friendly cats tried to chase him away, they got his eye with a claw. But he seems happy and healthy, aside from the eye…

Personally I’d take him to a vet, but with the life expectancy of out cats near that road, I’m not sure whether it’s work it. It’s like painting the outside of your bunker before the nuclear war.

Only less destructive on a global scale.

I think we’ll just rename him Magnus. Now to paint him red…

I’ve been talking to people on Sodahead again, and I don’t mean to be offensive (I’m going to be, but it’s my main intent), Americans are stupid I’ve been speaking to two or three of them about the population of the earth, and they’ve been saying that we can’t possibly know it more than about 200 years ago, so I gave examples of the Doomsday book, the records in ancient Rome, and some others I can’t remember right now. They took this as me saying that the only countries in the world are England, Rome, and I think Greece…

It’s kind of annoying trying to explain to them what an example is.

I’m not saying all Americans are idiots, just the ones I’ve found.

And I’ve been trying to get Ben to tell me the structure of Stephensons College staff email addresses, but he refuses to, so that’s annoying.

Anyway, after some googling, I’ve finally managed to find it. Unfortunately the email I sent him was typed by me, so most people would disapprove.

Nothing overly me-ish in there, but it still ends in ‘love willski’.and starts with Good Evening. But that’s what I did when I spoke to him.

I abducted Tom today, and had a McDonalds milkshake. Taste nice, feel a bit weird… and that cat looks dead! Not one of mine, on youtube. It’s not.

So, as many of you know, GAME recently died, so I re-pre-ordered all my pre-orders. No I’ve discovered that they’re still there, just not visible…

Hmm, that’ll raise a lot of questions. (A youtube video again, as you’ve probably realised I watch those while typing these.)

Is he trespassing again? Certainly cryptic. Well, at least very vague.

Google mail has odd options… ‘ Invite Mail Delivery Subsystem to chat’

Oh, by the way, that means email I sent didn’t get received, it was ‘rejected by the recipient domain.’ Which is annoying. I’ll try a few dozen permutations of that email address.

Blah, I may have to phone in the morning. And I don’t want to do that. I hate phones.they’re useful, many newer mobile phones have other useful features too, like cameras, and internet connectivity. But I hate phoning people. Mother doesn’t seem to understand quite how much I hate it. For one thing it’s so impolite. An email someone can read whenever they like, and respond in their own time. A phone however, as Stephen Fry said is like saying ‘Talk to me now! Talk to me now! Talk to me now!’

Father told me something odd, err… yesterday now.

So I may have told you that last Friday Jeff left early because he fell over. Well, apparently Friday morning, or was it Thursday? He got round to having it X-rayed, and discovered it was broken. That’s a bit odd isn’t it?

I’m pretty un-observant, but I think I’d notice if I broke a bone… hehe, all jocular mockery aside, hope you get better. Assuming you read this… do you? I’m not sure… I may email you as well. After I’ve slept, don’t let me forget.

Still haven’t managed to get much more than 4 hours sleep since Tuesday. On Tuesday, woke up early for Dentist. Wednesday, Stephensons college interview, Thursday to make a pointless phone call (I HATE PHONES!!!) and Friday, because Emski didn’t want to be the only conscious person in the house with a bunch of strange window-replacing people. I say strange, it’s just a descriptor to fill in space, I didn’t actually pay much attention to them…

Anyway, before I get distracted again, off to bed.

Thanks for reading, have an acceptable-exemplary weekend, Ta-ta.

Love Willski.

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