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  • Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow…

    In my long history of bad ideas, this weekend rates pretty high as a god-almighty bad idea…

    Maybe in my delusional mind it was a good idea and up until a few hours ago it was a good idea, but I’m battling myself and, unsurprisingly, I’m losing…

    I’m not sure what I had in mind to come and see her, maybe I was thinking some crazy shit, and based on the crazy shit I’ve been thinking recently, it must have been some real crazy shit… Everytime I think I have it all under control, a wave of wild emotion washes over me… Like we’re sitting on the couch and I just want to snuggle up against her, or even just touch her, but I can’t, it’s so frustrating… We’re out and about in town and I can’t but help but look at her, I want to kiss her, I want to hug her, I want everything to be alright but I won’t… It’s too far gone for that and I know I wouldnt be happy if things were back to normal but don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone. I want to tell her I love her dearly, but that would just freak her out and make the rest of the weekend become more awkward than it needs to be… Or already is…

    Typical bullshit from me ladies and gentlemen. I need to get my head checked.

    Even right now, I’m glacing over at her, hoping for eye contact, a spark of recognition, a sign… ANYTHING, but anything is fleeting and that’s not how it’s going to go down.

    My heart skips a beat when she say’s I look better than I have in years, but nothing comes of it… We have nothing in common, we have nothing to talk about. Well we do have something to talk about but we just don’t want to talk about it, or I don’t want to talk about it. It’s a catch-22 situation, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.

    Then the weather kicks in and a foot of snow dumps it’s self outside practically marooning us in here. Who can be bothered battling through those elements? Certainly not me!

    So the frost inside matches the frost outside, I just hope we can start to talk, and take it from there.

    I know she wants to read this now, should I delete it? I know it’s going to incriminate me…

  • This Time Tomorrow…

    Crap… With less than 24 hours to go before the big face off, Melody is getting mad at me for not backing her up in an argument with one of her co-workers…

    I’m all like, what the fuck? What in the blue hell have I got to do with this?

    And the sad thing is that it is such a petty argument but she refuses to give in when she thinks she’s right…

    So I get an email this morning saying:
    “fuck you,
    I’m right,
    you’re wrong”

    So I’ll put it into the public domain…

    Dear readers of www.scamcity.co.uk, do YOU think that people from small islands are less likely to take “road trips” compared to people from the vast country of the United States of America?

    Stupid I know… I said Americans are more likely due to the size and diversity of their country, which got turned around into her saying the island is “about the size of Glasgow and they DID NOT TAKE ROAD TRIPS there!”

    Screw this, I’m not falling into that trap but it was too late, words were twisted until the finale…

    “You should just listen and have my back. anyway, this is why I don’t want to be with you.”

    So all the anticipation of seeing her again has been well and truly killed… This is going to be a long weekend.

  • One Billion Pixels…

    Some fool has decided to stitch 196 separate images together to make a gigapixel image of Bryce Canyon in Utah.

    Let’s look at some of the stats:

    • Final image dimensions: 40,784 x 26,800 pixels
    • Number of pixels in final image: 1,093,011,200 (1.09 gigapixel)
    • Final image file size: 2,068,654,055 bytes
    • Number of source images: 196
    • Number of pixels in source images: 1,233,125,376 (196 images * 3072*2048)
    • Time required to capture component images: 13 minutes
    • Time required to set control points: 2 hours
    • Time required to optimize project: 2 days
    • Time required to stitch project: 4 days
    • Time required to blend seams / correct misalignments / finalize image: 3 days

    40,784 x 26,800 pixels… Put into perspective, your monitor is probably between 800 x 600 and 1,280 x 1,024 pixels…

    So thats like 9 days work on one image thats so huge no-one will really appreciate it… Especially as it has more detail than the human eye could see if standing where the picture was taken.

  • The Countdown

    3 Days Till I See Melody Again:

    Remember her? I may have mentioned her once or twice recently… I’m a bit scared to look her in the face again, but it’s a good kind of scared. Like I’ll be exorcising a demon or two…

    23 Days Till Christmas:

    Current number of presents bought… 0, yes zero, nada, zip, sweet FA…

    53 Days Till I Go To Atlanta:

    Which I’m really looking forward to…

    So that’s 3, 23 and 53… This is post 103 (but really 100 as I deleted 3). 3, it’s the magic number.

  • A Bit Late But…

    Never Forget

    I’ve been wearing one for the last two years, not just one day.

  • Bah Humbug!

    I found out today that my brother lost his job, four weeks before Christmas…

    How shitty is that?

  • Happy Thanksgiving

    Which of course means nothing to me, expect it’s pretty much impossible to contact any Americans as their choking down a huge turkey and watching “the game”.

    Who’s playing? No one really knows…

    I’ll probably just watch the usual crap on TV or read about the upcoming demise of Leeds United.

    Fun, fun, fun!

  • The Skinny…

    So it goes a little something like this.

    The comment that was left last Thursday originated from IP#: 213.78.130.80, which after a little bit of help I discovered was the outbound DSL line for the place I work… So I was not best pleased that such a comment was posted from my place of work.

    I lodged a complaint on Friday and things went into motion pretty quickly, it was narrowed down to one of two PC’s that are on the top floor of the building, and I was asked if I had pissed anyone upstairs off…

    I don’t know anyone upstairs.

    So time passes and towards the end of the day I didn’t hear anything else, so I asked what was going on and basically someone came forward and said he posted the comment, but flat out denied posting the profanity (obviously trying to infer that I had edited the comment or whatever, but I have an email that says otherwise as the blog notify’s me when someone posts a comment). So this unknown person had basically gotten away with a warning, which pissed me off no end.

    So I sat and stewed over the weekend, and first thing on Monday morning I filed yet another complaint and was told it would more or less be a waste of time, as apparently “everyone” knows about my blog and there are stories that I’ve been saying how much I hate where I work, but since the posts have been removed there is no proof other than stories.

    I’ve made 96 posts on this (including this one) and if you check the quick link it will be post #99… 2 test posts I deleted before I even began this and one I deleted a few weeks ago when my emotional turmoil began… 99-3=96, simple maths.

    I’ve only ever mentioned where I work once, and that was BEFORE I even started working there… And as for saying I hate work, well that is just flat out lies, as I’m sure any regular reader will testify, hell, I’ve mentioned on countless occasions how much I enjoyed working there.

    Yes, enjoyed…

    It just doesn’t have the same appeal for me anymore. I’ve got an offer of working for the Walker-Arnold’s again and I think I’ll take it… I’ve been backtracking on making a firm decision but recent events have pushed me too far.

    I’m just more than a little sad it’s come to this. All I really wanted was an apology…

  • Gagged

    censorship

    n 1: counterintelligence achieved by banning or deleting any information of value to the enemy [syn: censoring, security review] 2: deleting parts of publications or correspondence or theatrical performances [syn: censoring]

    Apparently everyone that matters at work knows about my blog… So I’m having to phone this one in.

    It’s a bit sad that I can’t even comment on a comment on my own site incase it upsets anyone in the company I work for.

  • Swing Low…

    Players celebrate Jonny Wilkinson

    England beat Australia 20-17 to win the Rugby World Cup.

    Great… Another thing we’ll never hear the end of…

  • Entry #93: The One In Which Our Hero Shuts the Hell Up

    *post removed until I get a proper answer about yesterdays comment on Monday*

  • So… Moving On…

    I’m arranging to meet up with Melody again, for some bit of face to face closure if nothing else… E-mails are so impersonal and telephone calls doesn’t quite bridge the divide.

    So face to face, for the first time and she’s worried I’m gonna try and score and only be sad when she says no… But that doesn’t bother me, it was honestly the furthest thing from my mind.

    But the lady doth protest too muchly?

    I’m thinking that I’m not the problem, but I am… I’ve got great personal control and will power but her’s ain’t so strong, could her fears be that as soon as she see’s me again all the old feelings will come back and she’ll want to do NASTY things to me but only end up sad if I say no?

    Something to ponder perhaps…

    Maybe I protest too much too, maybe we both do… Maybe we both even mean what we say, it’s difficult to tell for the above reasons. Maybe we’re both in denial for whatever reason. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.

  • Re-Re-Branding Synergy

    — Original Message —
    From: Gregor Smith (flc@scamcity.co.uk)
    Sent: 19 November 2003 23:51
    To: (recipients hidden)
    Subject: RE: New Brand Name!

    Dude! We’re gonna get sued… Change it back! CHANGE IT BACK!

    I reckon Google narced me out, seeing as in the two days Scam City was Visualade, it reached 4th in the listings.

    Anyways, a big hello to Jenny Dean, she rocks… I can’t believe she left a comment on my site… MY SITE!

  • Chasing Bush

    So El Presidente George “Bumbling Idiot” Bush is arriving over here for a state visit that is reputedly costing the UK taxpayers £5m… And he has a security entourage that ranges in the tens of thousands, 14,000 to be exact. The centre of London is going to be shut down and American Secret Service agents are working on a shoot to kill basis.

    Nice…

    So a few people are arranging a little disruption, which I’m all for. The Chasing Bush campaign is asking people to “disrupt the PR” of the visit by spoiling stage-managed photos. They are being encouraged to send location reports and images by mobile phones to be posted on the Chasing Bush site.

    “We want to give people a chance to be a visible voice of dissatisfaction” said campaign organiser Tim Ireland.

    But the BBC report some newspapers and websites were reporting mobile phone signals could be blocked for fear they could remote-control a bomb.

    But Scotland Yard has denied reports that police were considering shutting mobile phone masts during protests..

    A spokesperson told BBC News Online they were “not prepared to discuss matters of security”.

  • A Blogger’s Worst Nightmare…

    Mom Finds Out About Blog

    I know certain members of my family read mine and that’s horrifying enough…

    “Really, the blog is just a record of what I think about the world and how I spend my free time,” Widmar said. “In other words, exactly the sort of information that no 30-year-old wants his mom to have access to.”

    “God, my links alone contain unlimited fodder for Mom’s neuroses,” Widmar said. “She’ll have access to not only my life, but the lives of all my friends who have web sites. She’ll have the names of all the places in Minneapolis where we hang out, which she can, and will, look up. With the raw materials in my blog, she could actually construct an accurate picture of who I am. This is fucking serious.”

    “I know Mom will instantly become the site’s most avid reader and most vocal fan,” Widmar said. “As I write it, I’ll think, ‘How would Mom feel about this?’ Even worse, I’m sure she’ll give the address to all our relatives.”

    It’s funny because it’s true…

    Luckily, the helpful people at Blogger are on the case…