JediMoose

According to a recent Radox advert, the greatest enemy of a woman is time.

I beg to differ.

The greatest enemy of a woman is logic…

BigAl

At the gym this morning, on the wee tellys that usually show second rate dance videos, one was showing Sky News.

The story was about the current crisis the government is going through. And had the best story title I’ve ever seen! (hence the title of the post)

I almost fell of the rowing machine I was laughing so hard.

So hard, in fact, I almost had a brown crisis of my own.

BigAl

I really have to apologise for using a post just to make a joke about a “brown crisis” but I just couldn’t help it…

Being a bit on the overweight side I’ve tried a variety of fad diets over the last few years. It’s easy to get caught up in the wonder of it all.

“Lose half your body weight in 15 mins!”

Or something…

But exercise, the only real key to successful weight loss, was always the last thing on my mind.

But not now. I’ve joined the gym. And it’s great, it’s really is. I’m trying to build up to going once every two days, somewhere around 4 days a week, and because I have a membership with the Glasgow Club I can use the Kelvin Hall which is closest to the flat and Scotstoun which is closest to my work. And Scotstoun has a cardio suite, a weights room and a pool for those days where I want something other than the treadmill or the cross-trainer.

Definitely the way forward.

BigAl

Just checking in…

For the last week I’ve been suffering from some dread lurgy (again!) and have been not fit for much of anything.

After going to see Frost/Nixon on Friday night the weekend has been much of a waste of time, with me spending most of it bed. Normally that’s not much of a problem but if I want to waste time I’d rather do it on my own terms and not because I’m laid down with some mystery lurgy.

(Eventually I’m going to have to investigate why my health is generally so piss poor…)

And I missed work/Church totally today. Oops…

Still, the time I haven’t been totally wasting my time, I’ve been tinkering with web things, looking at the JediMoose theme with a critical eye, painting some miniatures and thundering away on my bass, all this while watching Ruthy come down with the same dread lurgy that I have… Result!

Note to self: my bass playing is only ever going to improve when I spend more then once a month or two on it…

BigAl

At the back of my mind… is what I originally wanted to post about. Damn, it’ll get back to me eventually. It always does.

I’ll have to remember to post about it then though, and not wait thinking I’ll remember…

Oh, well. To fill the space I’ll share this.

I has a mock assessment this morning at my course and I did… not brilliantly. That’s what comes from writing 50 thousand words when I should have been studying. Some things are just more important I guess.

And because of some unnecessary aggression from one of the students there, not me I can assure you, I was particularly taken by the last panel of this comic.

It truly is the simple things in life that keeps me entertained.

Oh, and before I forget, I saw The Mist last night. It’s a Frank (Shawshank Redemption) Darabont film based on a Stephen King novella. Genuinely terrifying.

Anyways, time to get some work done…

BigAl

Glad tidings one and all.

And what have I been upto all this time that I have not been updating the blog? Well, i have been doing (and completeing) my NaNoWriMo for the year, more of that exciting journey can be found here, and i am very pleased about that.

Yes, indeed I am.

Classic Yak trundles on, being the indispensable guide to christian life that it is (or something). And there are the never ending lists of things that I have set myself and have yet to do/finish/start.

So today, after having finished my 50k words for nano, I am sitting in the 13th note and enjoying bashing some more words into the story that i am a baw hair away from finishing. Very exciting stuff there.

I have an almost few fully painted squads for Warhammer 40k, a project that I insist on doing even though I am 33 years old.

Hey, I tried to grow up and found it a distinctly unimpressive experience. Sue me.

Oh, and I braved the shops this morning. I was inspired by the winding queues in some of the shops I went into (and the inspired to leave just as quickly) and had a wonderful chat with one of the guys, Chris i think, from Games Workshop Glasgow about the benefits of running full ten-man squads of Grey Knight Terminators in games of 40K. Just have to get enough painted to play first.

And I popped into the Dragon and George (or George and the Dragon), on Parnie Street in Glasgow city centre (I am boycoting Static Games, you have to speak to me directly to find out why), and had a wonderful chat with the guy in there about the state of the gaming industry in the current economic climate. Always keep up wth current affairs i do…

And Ruthy is, with the bulk of the church, currently in the Whiteinch Centre doing something called a solemn assembly. Hopefully between her and mrBen i’ll get an idea of what I missed.

Perhaps I should have been there, but God knows I have to get this novel done…

BigAl

Today part of my day, other than helping set up barriers and a tent for the Whiteinch Gala, involved getting the remaining stuff out of an old church premises called The Gateway. One of the things I had to see to was to get the Whiteinch Church of Scotland sign from above the shop.

So Alan went up the ladder while I held on and we successfully brought down part of it and another piece slipped and as I tried to get out the way it bounced of the back of my head cutting it badly three times.

Exciting stuff, eh?

We got to the Whiteinch Centre, where Sammy Mitchell helped clean all the blood off my head, and there was a lot to clean, and Gordie the resident medical expert checked that it wasn’t too bad and with fresh paper towels stuck to the back of my head to stem the flow of blood Alan and I were off to the Western Infirmary.

Ruth joined me in good time and the medical folks at the A&E were quality and fast. They cleaned it up, glued the gashes shut and gave me some horse tranqs.

Apparently I have whiplash to look forward to, from the impact of the sign.

Isn’t life exciting?

BigAl

I went in this morning full of the coughing and wheezing, feeling under the weather and less of the joys of work. Especially as I was faced with a mild fcuk up that could have been avoided had I been more on the ball recently.

Gah.

Still, I managed to avoid the oncoming train wreck (for I am a silver-tongued gent) and to top it all off when I got home there was a letter waiting for me from the college telling me not to worry about the fees being paid.

Yowza. What a day.

BigAl

Been busy at work recently, started a part-time college course and been hard at work on the novel.

Too brief do you think?

Well right now I have some kind of chest infection, which is pretty bothersome, I’ve knuckled down with some classic The Avengers episodes and I have that listless feeling like I can’t concentrate on any one thing for too long. Perhaps an early night is in order.

After I’ve watched some more Avengers of course.

BigAl

I have been given an electric razor and as someone who has only ever used wet razors for the baldification ritual this was an all-new experience.

So all and new that I’ve made a bit of an arse of it. Although it doesn’t look like it, it feels like a chessboard on the noggin with alternating patches of stubble and no-stubble.

Still, I’m sure practice makes perfect.

BigAl

It’s been an odd couple of weeks. One of those times that things just seem to happen around you, you know?

Anyway, something that is good and solid (but still kind of part of that Twilight Zone feeling) is that I was at a pre-course meeting today for an NC Health and Social Care course in the neighbourhood centre run by Anniesland College.

So looks like from next Monday I’m a part-time student. I must remember to cut down on my personal hygiene to fit in with other students…

So it’ll be interesting to see where the course leads.

BigAl

At work we’re closing one of the two locations that we have, we don’t use it enough to justify the expense, and the highlight of the day was getting up at Stupid O’Clock to head down there to meet one of the guys from the church to lug the heavy stuff to the office.

Where I’m going to find space for a lot of this is going to fun, but it’s all part of the job. Or something.

I snuck away early as I’m back there this evening for moving the smaller stuff so that’ll be easier. And being at home has given me a chance to catch up with the housework and painting my remaining Grey Knights.

Heh. All work and no play makes Al a dull boy.

Perhaps the highlight wasn’t getting up at stupid o’clock after all…

Last night I successfully took a small gouge out of the top corner of my right thumb. Gah. Idiot. Blood, blood and more blood. As you can imagine I’ve not been particularly happy about this.

So it’s all taped up and hurting like hell.

BigAl

I’ve been called for jury duty.

The fools are letting me and 14 other random yahoos determine someone’s fate. Or that would be the plan if any of the people called were actually used for an actual jury. So far I’ve been called in at odd times on Monday and today and I’m due in at 11.30 tomorrow, and it’s disrupted my working week… Shame…

I was really looking forward to actually serving on a jury, seeing how the system ticks. Still, I’m always hopeful that Wednesday, Thursday, Friday bear fruit.

BigAl