»13th May 2005

Refined from Extar's Liver (Journal)

03:20 pm: Every day is quite repetitive.
Well it's been a longer delay between updates than as usual. In this time, many important things have taken place. Some of which I shall detail.

Revision started. I say 'revision', playing Worms World Party would be more accurate. I actually got quite good at Worms again. Which is good. It's highly likely I'm going to attempt to resurrect one of the old DOS versions and go on a trip down the Lost memory Highway. The old Worms games were amazingly dark, the levels were just cool as hell. The strangest part is that the guys who make it evidently live in Ossett. Worms United took up an unhealthy amount of my time back when I had the old 486 stuck in LT2. Mumbles about 'fucking XP' not having 'fucking DOS'. Hopefully DOS Box will be able to handle Worms and I'll be able to figure out enough about DOS Box to make it work.

I still don't know when the medieval history exam is taking place. Though I emailed the personal tutor who has a worryingly piercing picture on the Leeds site. I'd link to it but I don't really think it is appropriate. The medieval history exam is likely to be a complete disaster. Having to learn everything from scratch isn't very nice. Being left with a feeling that I haven't really learnt anything all year seems pretty bad too.

'Psycho Mim' started stamping on the floor when I fired up Kerry and tried to practice some blues scales. That's really that important now I think about it. It's not as if I've been practicing them at various times of day all week or that I did a ten minute rendition of Pinion interspersed with Some Kind Of Monster. If I stamped on the floor every time someone else's noises disturbed/pissed me off...

It seems somehow ironic that Devonshire is supposed to be a musician friendly halls. I suppose that's the case unless you actually want to practice. Strange how Mim hasn't picked up on my 3am MS-2 stadium solos, 4am shower music spells and 5am Worms sessions. Fucking Mim.

I was rather surprised to bump into a magic mushroom salesman who had a fucking business card. He claims to deliver and everything. I don't know about you but I found that quite surprising and worrying. I don't care if they give the number for the Frank hotline on the bottom of their cards. I really need to find out in what sense Magic Mushrooms are illegal. More worrying is that the guys dispensing the cards thought I looked like someone who uses the MMs. They said something to me but I wasn't listening as I had a certain band playing a certain album on my minidisc.

Some other stuff happened.

The remote on my minidisc started acting strangely suggesting it is about to break and that I'm going to be faced with buying another one or using the ropey controls mounted on the player itself.

My diet descended into something worse than before. Left unsure exactly what I survived on all week I am left feeling perpetually hungry.

My ill-advised order on Amazon didn't turn up in the week as I expected it to. Meaning I'll probably stick to playing Worms next week and not revising or listening to looking at but not being able to do anything with vinyl NIN releases.

Extar, over, out.

TCP/IP, it's fucking me off. Other protocols doing little more. Definitely got worse. Now making me curse. Removing IPX. Will it ever work? Never!