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Month: January 2003

Poll: Virgin or Whore?

[100% virgin]Brian recently blogged about the (warning: not work safe) Virgin Or Whore? quiz.

Ok, if you are of the male gender you have got to “adapt” some of the questions and answers, but (allegedly) I’m 100% Virgin:

You Are 100% Virgin!
Well, well, well. Look who’s little Master Perfect. You’re pure and proud of it.
My advice? Grab yourself the first woman that walks past you and bang her like you’ve never dreamt you could.
You are what people like to call, “the purest of pr-ks” – although in your fantasies, you are the world’s naughtiest man!
When you finally have sex, you’ll be great at role playing, foreplay, and oral.

I’ll just say, yep I am “restrained” (I prefer the term “British” – as keeping some of the “old traditions” such as “open doors for women” is just politeness to me) but I ain’t no virgin.

Friday Group Therapy: Weight And Food

[Friday Group Therapy and McDonalds]Common sense has prevailed! (I actually typed that before I realised that a McDonald’s spokesman said exactly the same thing). An American court has dismissed a lawsuit by a group of American teenagers who claim that McDonalds is responsible for their obesity.

Brian has decided to make the issue of “Weight and Food” the subject of this weeks Friday Group Therapy.

  1. How do you feel about your weight?
    I’m quite alright with my body’s shape, size and weight – I’m an ectomorph which means I’m naturally a bit on the thin/tall side of things – in the past few years I have started to develop a bit of a “berry belly” (even though I hate beer and larger) but I suppose if I exercised a little bit more it would disappear in due course (apart from walking to and from work and up and down my stairs I get no exercise at all).

    Last time I was weighed (it was around 3 months ago when I went for my “initial checkup/welcome” at my Doctors: despite being a patient there for two years – I hadn’t needed to go an introduce myself before then), I was around 13stone in weight (that’s around 82.5Kg or 182lbs). My Body Mass Indicator (BMI) value is 23.4 (as I’m 6ft 2" tall) which is “normal weight” (18.5 to 24.9). Until a few years ago, I was constantly in the “Underweight” category as I just didn’t seem to put weight on (despite daily meals of: two bacon sandwiches before I left the house, a fry-up breakfast of two sausages, bacon, eggs, hash brown, black pudding, beans and toast at work, something “snacky” for lunch, a largish dinner and then supper). It could be because I’ve been eating more “junk food” recently…

Fun: Three Dimensions and BSODs

[BSOD: Blue Screen of Death]Now, I’m going to say this once and only once: The keys “ALT” (bottom left of the keyboard) and “F4” (top row of the keyboard) pressed together are your friends. They can close windows that open up and get you back to your desktop.

Right. Good. Phew. That’s got that out of the way.

I’ve recently come across this little link that (if your computer is up to the task) will provide a three-dimensional image of the planet Earth. When you rotate your head, the image really does appear to move – I’m not sure how it does it, but wow!

I’ve also just found out that Microsoft has announced a new advertising on the Blue Screen Of Death (BSOD) scheme (hence the image for this post). Now, whenever your computer crashes, you will be presented with an advertisement from a number of ‘selected partners’. I suppose it’s a good idea considering the number of machine crashes that must be taking place every day, but it’s hardly an incentive for Microsoft to make Windows even more stable is it?

I haven’t yet found the cost of advertising on them, but as soon as I do I’ll let you know.

Joke: Alternative Medicine

[Nice Nurse]A woman went to the Doctor’s office, where she was seen by one of the new doctors, but after about 4 minutes in the examination room, she burst out, screaming as she ran down the hall.

An older doctor stopped her and asked what the problem was, and she told him her story.

After listening, he had her sit down and told her to go relax in another room.

The older doctor marched down hallway to the back where the first doctor was and demanded, “What’s the matter with you? Mrs. Bloggs is 63 years old, she has four grown children and seven grandchildren, and you told her she was pregnant?”

The new doctor continued to write on his clipboard and without looking up said, “Does she still have the hiccups?”

Personal: Sleep, Soccer and Storage Space

[Sleeping and dreaming about soccer]Yawn! I haven’t long woken up from a really long sleep – just about 18 hours. I haven’t slept for so long for ages, but I guess with only getting 4 hours sleep on Friday night, I needed to catch up. I was working on a new website until around 6am Saturday morning: ok, ok, it was the “Guess That Movie” website – the design is already looking quite nifty (it looks like its a framed based site, but it isn’t), the database design has been finalised and nearly all the main graphics have been designed (ok, there’s only going to be two graphics and I’ve done one of them: but 50% is nearly ‘all’ isn’t it? 🙂 ).

I must admit, however, that I did have a really funny dream. I usually have semi horror-movie, sci-fiish or, at least, “likely to happen” type dreams but last night’s was just “totally out there”.

I dreamt, that for some reason, I had instantly been selected to play in the English football (soccer) team in a very important match. And, like in real life, I wasn’t a footballer. So the match comes around and, being a defender, I managed to stop the “game deciding” goal from getting in my just running behind our goal keeper (who was just outside the box) and header-ing the ball from behind him into his hands. Since I was only playing for the one game, at the end I went back to “real life” and found myself in a pub talking about the game – several people didn’t believe the fact that “yes, I was the one that saved that goal” and so I had to get the pub manager to play the game again on the TV and at the important part I pointed out where I saved the goal and did a little celebration thingy in Richy style… They then started to believe me and buy me drinks.

The only possible thing that I can think of that might have sparked that freaky strange dream is the fact that Leicester City Football Club (“The Foxes”) somehow managed to let Wolverhampton Wanders (“Wolves” aka “The Doritos Cheesy Team”) beat them 4-1 in the fourth of the FA Cup. But considering LCFC is currently in “administration” because of previous financial difficulties, have a large number of injured players (striker Brian Deane has a fractured cheekbone and Trevor Benjamin and James Scowcroft are also unavilable due to injuries) and because of the “no player transfers whilst a club is in administration” rule have been unable to get “fresh” players – I’ll let them off these once.