July 18th, 2006


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Now that's my kind of motorcycle.

In other news, I really, really have to get started on the important stuff, rather than thinking "I'll start that once I've done X". Procrastination is my enemy.

In other other news, it remains Far Too Fucking Hot. The aircon at $ORK is set to "just too high" and is thus hot enough that I want nothing but sleep. Of course, this is because the ends of the L-shaped playpen 150-person "office"[0] are apparently as cold as people can stand. These are the same ends that either wear gloves and thick jackets while it's fine for us at the corner in winter, or they've got it fine and we've got heatstroke. They don't have jackets and gloves because it's winter, so apparently we have to boil. My comments that it is because of the ludicrous size of the playpen have been ignored. I know I'm not going to win this one, ever since we were told that the extra power-points we've all been given "aren't rated" and thus Must Not Be Used for desk-fans or anything else that might bring the temperature down to a sensible level.

[0]: An office should seat at most 6 people, though knocking through a wall so that an entire team can sit and share jokes work together is almost permissable, as the members of the team still have a bit of privacy if they think and move their monitors. 150 people in one room is far too fucking big to call an office, but I can't think of a proper term for such a place. Cubicles would be an improvement.


I'm on the hunt for box-space at present. This lead to me clearing out The Box.

This box deserves the capitals. It was the one thing I knew was underneath my bed during my first year at uni. Since then, it's sat atop my wooden bookshelf or languished with all the rest of my stuff in the garage at my parents'. It used to hold whatever my mum or I thought were important documents, but grew into a void where I'd stick things "So I'd remember" or "Just in case". Being a bit bent out of shape, I ended up sticking a bunch of other things in there as well. Some examples, as I've been going through.
  • Certificates of my karate belts[0]. The earliest dates from 1993, the latest 1996. That's thirteen fucking years ago. Wow. I'm keeping those around, not only because I want to start again but because I want my belts to be old enough to go drinking with me.
  • Three envelopes of stuff Staffordshire Uni sent me. Forms for student loan application, information leaflets about living in halls and the student medical service. Lots of leaflets from my first Freshers' Fair, all for societies that lasted precisely two months. Myth was one of the few that made it past that.
  • Old payslips from just before I went to uni.
  • Two copies of Q, dated April 1999 and September 1999. The latter had a cover-splash of Shirley Manson, when she was hot and Garbage were a popular band.
  • One copy of PC Zone, dated November 1999. I have no idea why I deemed this significant enough to keep.
  • A bunch of photographs of sunsets. A reel and a half of film at least.
  • A broken scalextrix car, from when we had that track in the second year.
  • Ammo for my BB gun, from when we had gunfights in the second year.
  • A bunch of fanfold dot matric papaer. That weird size that's not A4 and not A3. Stained with coffee and curry from when I used to use it as a general on-desk scratchpad. The top sheet still has some of my stream-of-thought equations relating to multiplicative inverses in GF(28).
  • A paper diary from 1999. Filled in with reminders from when I was in sixth form. Blank from the day I started university.
  • The Evil Story of Doctor Bastard, and Quest for the Mystic Lost Videotape of Death, in hardcopy form.
The nostalgia is strong in me today.

Of course, now most of that's gone, so that I may one day have enoug bloody boxes...

[0]: Freestyle, based mostly on shotokan. Belt progression, for comparison with other belted martial arts: yellow - orange - green I - green II - blue I - blue II - purple - brown I (I was here when I stopped) - brown II - brown III - black