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Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
Currently Playing: Rod Stewart "Maggie May" Och aye yer
ma! Ye nay git beh-a dhan der scotch boya!
Well, this week was arse, followed by a selection of heaped arse with
several slices of arse on top with a fried egg and arse. First the maths
exam on Thursday, easy enough apart from the questions I couldn't answer,
which thankfully enough were few and few and few and fewer and fewer and
something else so I should be alright there, eh Mr. Bevins?
(Hopefully that will provoke enough of a reaction out of Kirk- assuming he
reads the Neblog, of course- to make him sign the tag board.
)
Thursrestofday wasn't all bad but I slept. Isn't that right, Mr. Limming?
(I'd be
amazed if he still reads this, actually) Friday, was at work, finding out
we no longer have an alcohol licence, eh, Mr. Holden?
(Cue
response: SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEden.
) No
alcohol licence naturally=no customers=bored as fuck, and working
alongside the biggest fucking waste of skin who ever wasted oxygen, eh
Sam?
(Somehow, saying "eh, Mr. T" sounds wrong, not that I've been using
initials thus far, of course.) The acting supervisor didn't know how to do
anything, the things she did know how to do she did wrong anyway, and she
kept yacking on and on and on and on and ariston and on and on and on and
WOULD NOT SHUT THE FUCKING FUCK FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!
I have
never truly hated someone the way I hate her, and that includes the
hairdressers, eh, Mr. Reams?
Fortunately, that ended and it was back to normal on Saturday and Sunday
(that bad, yes), until I went into the shop (as a customer) on Tuesday, to
find I've been fired. Fucking fuck, eh, Steve?
Yep,
they've gone from opening until 10pm to opening until 6pm (7:30pm lottery
nights), effectively sticking me where it hurts, eh, Mr. Stitcher?
Still,
it's not all bad- I can enter more scrabble tournaments now (if not
exactly be able to pay therefore) but it's still annoying, eh, Mr.
Bentley?
#1 Thought of the Day
Man, I really need a shit!
...ah, better.
Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
Currently Playing: Bon Jovi "Livin' On a Prayer" Woah... we're halfway
there, woah... fuck knows where!
Retrospective to do list, 19/1-23/1-
-NOT GET FIRED. I FEEL THIS HAS NOT BEEN QUITE EMPHASISED ENOUGH SO I WILL
PROCEED TO TYPE IT OUT IN CAPITALS, THEREBY DROWNING THE PARAGRAPH AND
MAKING IT REDUNDANT. AH BOLLOCKS, I WILL CONTINUE ANYWAY. I DID NOT GET
FIRED, I WAS ORIGINALLY ONLY EMPLOYED TO WORK EVENINGS AND AS THE
INCONSIDERATE BASTARDS AT HEAD OFFICE HAVE DECIDED TO STOP OPENING AS OF
AN EVENING, THAT SORT OF
FUCKED ME OVER. AH WELL, SOME THINGS
GAINED, SOME THINGS LOST.
Ahem.
-Do bugger all for most days. I actually found this accomplishable and
pleasurable to do.
-Ponder over how Luigi Mario closely resembles a generic gay porn star.
No, seriously, the man has "I've come to fix the fridge" written all over
his scrawny-assed Italian, GREEN-clad body.
-Plan more for COLIN. 6 days left!
-Ogle a random celebrity. Hmm... this one.
-How to dissemble an atomic bomb, with help from the council of people who
are not
funny.
That's a bout it, really. More transcendence next week.
#1 Thought of the Day
There is a fucking spoon, you fucking morons!
Tuesday, February 1st, 2005
Currently Playing: Europe "The Final Countdown" which
is immensely appropriate, given the week, more specifically weekend, I've
had!
Okay, all last week at college, yadda yadda yadda fell asleep in lecture
about seminar presentations (bit late there as we've already done an
assessed seminar presentation- which I got a 2.1 for despite doing shit
all speaking in) held by our most incredibly boring lectures. Did some
hours in work last week (even though I only have, ahem, 1 1/2 this week
BUT I HAVE NOT BEEN FIRED OR MADE REDUNDANT HINT HINT DAN)
but shit all of that is important, for it was COLIN on
Saturday!!!!!
The
first-ever nationally-held open Countdown tournament (erm, apart from the
60-odd televised ones there have been
(was that
alright, Damian?
)) went
off without that many hitches- didn't get as much chance to chat to all
the attendees I've never met before but talked my arse off online to, like
Jono, Soo,
Mike and the rest of the gang. Of course, wasting £5 on 90 duff
photocopies (put them in portrait-wise, they came out landscape. Fuck!
) can be
considered a bit of a gaff, no hot drinks could be considered another, but
everyone had fun, we got tons of great pictures, and
Chris Wills wound up
walloping everyone, yet again. Needless to say, the fact that
COLIN is written above (and, um, there) in blue and
underlined kind-of hints that it might be a link to the
COLIN website, where you can find full
results, 4.5 MB's worth of images from the
event, and, in due time, anecdotes and game selections too!
-Oh, and I got some brand new scrabble racks from Stewart Holden, which I
immediately put to work on Monday night, beating LSC club champion Teresa
Hill by 188 points.
Opened up
a true Pandora's tilebag there!
Off to Nottingham on Saturday to play 16 games of scrabble in two days-
sounds chaotic but the tournament organiser, a certain gentleman named
Clive Spate, seriously does not know the meaning of the word chaotic.
Friday
after that, piss-up with the lads to celebrate 22 years of
the evil one,
then the day after that, a two-day computer instruction course in
Lowestoft. I was busy before, I'll be busy again, and by god, busy busy
busy!
-Haven't done my maths homework either. Bollocks!
#1 Thought of the Day
Only 363 days to go until COLIN 2...
Monday, February 7th, 2005
Currently Playing: Fahnn
"Aqua Regia"- one of the calmer and quieter songs in Jim's repertoire, and
downloadable from the site- I highly recommend it, as with most Fahnn
stuff.
You may have noticed my updating on a Monday kind-of hints that I'm not
playing scrabble tonight. This is true, as I was playing plenty of
scrabble over the weekend- 16 games over 2 days to be precise, at Clive
Spate's twice-yearly Nottingham Nomads tournament. Just about the most
intensive tournament in the whole of the UK, it certainly tests the
limits, patience, temperament and stamina of its contestants.
Oh, and scrabble has a little something to do with it as well
I am pleased to report, though, that I passed all such tests with flying
colours, coming out with a tournament performance of 167, boosting my
rating from 122 to a highly respectable 138- already I am well in the hunt
for 2005's "most improved player" award, and it's only bloody February!
Full stats: Played 16, Won 14, Lost 2, total for spread: 310. yep, every
last one of my games was nerve-wrackingly close all throughout. Still, I
won, and got a cool £75 for it.
Congratulations also to Helen Gipson for being MVP over the weekend,
coming away with easily the best tournament performance of all the players
there despite losing to seriously brainy guy Adam Logan twice.
Many thanks too to Stewart and Julie for putting me up and putting up with
me over the two days.
I could report on what I did between then and now but it's really just
maths and scrabble, maths is boring and scrabble... also is, but to a
lesser degree.
Best move of the weekend: a four-timer sCANTER, with the blank S also
making QIs, netting me a cool 104.
Personal victory of the weekend: Beating Dorothy Taylor twice (she the one
who whooped me in the LEST at around this time last year)
Scrabble "celebrities" I managed to associate myself with, thereby
bringing fear to all those who would oppose me: The aforementioned Mrs.
Gipson, Terry Kirk, Ed Martin, ABSP chairman
Allan Simmons, Adam Philpotts, Evan
Simpson (boss of
deadpool)
and his 3-week old daughter Lucy, who will no doubt be walloping everyone
at the game in about 15 years' time (and that's a conservative
estimate, believe me).
Bastard of the weekend: The train that was supposed to get me back from
Nottingham to Lincoln at 11:25pm eventually arriving 12:50am
resulting
in me pretty much sleeping all through college today, much to everyone's
delight.
#1 Thought of the Day
Bring on more scrabble! (once my brain has coalesced
again, that is)
Sunday, February 13th, 2005
Currently Playing:
Fahnn "Alien Hand Syndrome
2004" in honour of Valentine's Day tomorrow...
Lessee, week-stuff-thing-related-type-shitedy-fuck.
First off was Tuesday, being the day after Monday (the day of the munters)
and Wednesday (the day of munters' weddings). Shit though, Fahnn do make
cool music. CLICK!
Or on Tuesday, I found out I had no hours at work this week, ah well, will
have to work Saturday (the day of munters sitting down) or another
something-type-day-thing on a week that isn't this one. Also, I played
Tony Hawk's 4.
Wednesday (the day of the thing that has been already defined)- I went
into Lincoln and bought me one hot fucking piece of ass new glasses-
£130 shafting quid they shafting cost me (couldn't get a student discount
as the NHS (national hooky shaggers) couldn't be arsed to read my form or
summat). Anyhow, I'll have picks of me in me new specs and something else
this week or next, possibly even last week (provided time is cyclic, of
course). Also played some more Tony Hawk's 4.
Thursday, maths. Woop-dee-fucking-doo-with-fucking-sugar-on-fuck. Wasn't
all that bad, actually, got some work done on matrices and this maple
project we're doing on computer- basically, it's a race to see who can
shove the most maple leaves into a disk drive without the computer
exploding. Winner gets a trip to Montreal!
Friday I honestly can't remember if I went into maths or not, my mind is
that shitterded at the moment, but I do remember meeting up with the Lads
at Suzy Q's afterwards (yes, that Suzy and those Lads) for some pool and
some beer.
Good meeting the old gang again even if Olly did whoop everyone at pool
despite having a dislocated shoulder (seriously now, I'm not shitting yet
here). Including this brilliant fluke shot (anyone who has ever seen Olly
play pool will find no surprise here whatsoever) when he jumped the cue
ball onto the outside, where it rolled along the edge, plopped back onto
the table and nailed his ball straight into the pocket.
WE LOST TO A FICKING CRIPPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not a
good situation. Anyhow, that was Friday, the day on which munters fry
stuff, I assume.
Saturday I was up early (minus hangover. I don't get hangovers, as
everyone except Chris Wills and Jim Bentley will testify
) heading
off to Oakham for training in desktop publiching from Alec Webb, former
(and pretty fisticking good) editor of
ABSP newsletter The Last Word- which I and Wayne Kelly will now take
charge of.
Bit of a challenge but I look forward to it- sort of.
Sunday was spent in the sun. and at church, and eating pretty much my
whole bodyweight and not satisfying my hunger.
Yay, I
now have both narcolepsy (ask any of my college mates) and an eating
disorder.
All in all, a pretty profitable week!
Monday, I went... back in time, obviously.
#1 Thought of the Day
People really should be banned from making
crap LOTR tie-ins, especially if their name rhymes with Mennard Binoy.
Sunday, February 20th, 2005
Currently Playing: Queen "Princes of the Universe",
because Queen just fucking rock, full stop.
Right, odd week to report on, if I can be arsed to report anything at all
(possible, but unlikely) Monday, played some scrabble, surprise surprise.
Beat one of our older players in a handicap match by about 130 after being
110 down with 5 moves to go (which was good), then lost 416-408 to Carolyn
Emery, which was bad, despite playing JAUNtED for 94 right at the start
(nice opening rack there
). Lost my
third game to Heather Burnet so all in all, not too productive but I
intend for a slight improvement tomorrow. Fucking up an ISC game isn't my
way of starting off on the right foot though, although I'm convinced the
computer monitor is damaging my health in some bizarre, unfiled way (look
at these fucking Neblog entries, for a start).
Tuesday, didn't find out jack about my job, just wandered around a bit,
enjoying the view.
Wednesday, after not finding out jack about my job, waded around for a bit
before coming home and watching Farscape: The Peacekeeper Wars!!!!!!!!!
Yeah!
Frell yeah! Humans are superioooooooor!
I've been
waiting for this for ages and it didn't disappoint- despite the multiple
character deaths (one in particular- I won't spoil it except to say that
it wasn't Scorpius, that would have been just TOO wrong
), the
action was top-notch, the acting was what I'd come to expect from the
show- beyond awesome- and it is, frankly, the perfect end to the best
sci-fi series ever made.
Hopefully
John Crichton's adventures are not over yet- although Battlestar Galactica
looks truly awesome, Enterprise is a fucking disaster compared to Farscape,
and even Stargate SG-1 is looking like a lumbering dinosaur in comparison.
No wonder then that they've been proactive about it and brought in a new
character, as played by Ben Browder, the actor behind, ahem, Farscape's
John Crichton. A little obvious, perhaps?
(although, frankly, Browder is the Thierry Henry of sci-fi acting- without
equal ).
Oh, right, the Neblog. Ahem.
Thursday, was in maths, did a bit on my project but frankly not
enough, I'll be mainly looking to scrape through this one but I reckon I
might do well.
You never
know...
Friday, see Thursday, except I found out I was not fired- I worked...
Saturday! A 5 1/2 hour straight shift that left me almost with depleted
sugar levels halfway through.
Bollocks,
at least I had the cash to get me a bottle of coke to drink (not, erm,
diet coke, which I am increasingly failing to see the point of).
Same as Sunday except I only did 4 hours.
...For someone who couldn't be arsed to type anything tonight, I sure
wrote a lot.
B'toms.
#1 Thought of the Day
Who's your daddy?
Sunday, February 27th, 2005
Currently Playing: Rod Stewart "Maggie May", a
testament to the fact that I need a new playlist and soon (still have some
Rod on it, though
)
As I write this I'm fucked up one nostril and out the other (a classic
display of Westbrooking there) with a cold, and I've worked four hours
yesterday and four hours today, so I'm extremely unlikely to make any
sense.
Monday involved another lecture from a demented Welsh bint who seemed to
have absolutely no comprehension of anything beyond her own voice, and god
did she ever give us an example of THAT. First off, taking 30
minutes to deliver her 20-minute portion of the lecture, when we were
already running 10 minutes behind anyway. What makes this a capital crime
is that the lecture was starting to eat into lunchtime. Seeing as I wasn't
sat in my usual seat (reason coming up), I was thwarted from my usual plan
of simply falling asleep, and should really have started eating my lunch
there and then. I very much doubt she'd have noticed.
What made
really little sense, though, is that she decided to divde the lecture hall
into male and female sides at the start of her mini-lecture (the reason I
was usurped from my usual seat), which would have been a good idea, only
there were over 140 women in that lecture, and only 17 guys (usually this
is a case for "wahey!
".
Typically, it took a fucking useless lecturer to find the downside of it.
) This
fact, left the lecturer bewildered as to why the girls couldn't all cram
onto one side of the lecture hall, despite there being only 110 seats on
that side.
Let's review.
There are 110 seats.
There are 140 women wanting to fill those seats.
There are 110 seats on the other side.
Once the seats have been filled by the guys, there are a full 93
remaining. However, she seemed oddly reluctant to let the women fill those
seats until she realised that it was about the only way she could get her
"plan" to work. Afterward, though, she seemed to have this odd attitude
toward the women for spoiling her plans, almost as if she was blaming them
for merely being there. Well, she needn't worry, all the girls I spoke to
after the lecture would have been only too happy to leave to help her even
out the numbers.
Later
that night, I got back on winning ways at the old scrabble, beating
Heather Burnet in the league and beating Doug Hill in the league, then
later beating both of them in a triple-header.
This
pleased me- tomorrow night, I bring my super scrabble to the club to give
it a quick thrashing out!
Looking
forward to playing it against some of the guys there, and I know I should
be able to get a game of some description.
Tuesday, I did shit all. Best say that, primarily because I've rambled on
for fucking years about Monday.
Ditto Wednesday.
Thursday, I walk into maths, in the middle of a blizzard, and I find out
that only three other people- making a total of 4 attendees out of a group
of 9- showed up, either due to illness or simply not wanting to travel in
a blizzard. And the other three only showed up because they actually live
at the college.
Still, it
suited me, I got to hammer away big-time at my assignment (doesn't have to
be in for a fortnight), only got one question left to do.
Friday, I was on a school placement, but oddly enough, not working with
any kids- instead, we were given a lesson on a piece of mathematical
software (not the one to do with shoving maple leaves where the sun don't
shine, mah homies) by our maths tutor, which could easily have been done
in the college itself, but I suppose it was all good holding it in school
instead- god only knows, the buffet was good enough.
Eight
mini ring donuts would have to agree with me!
Arrived
back home to find that my CD-RW has arrived!
Spent an
hour and a half trying to install it, failing, trying to find a driver on
t'internet, failing, and basically getting pissed off at everything. Now I
have to pay through the nose to return it to the guilty party by recorded
delivery. Still, at least I get a refund, minus the £9 shipping both ways.
Whoop-dee-fucking-do.
Put me in a bad mood for the rest of the weekend, and then I was hit by a
cold.
Saturday and today, working, spending time off-line, watching the BAFTA
tribute to Bruce Forsyth (national treasure, can't believe he's 77 when
he's got more energy than just about every other host ever) and,
erm, recording the first episodes of series 3 of Star Trek Enterprise
(which has been cancelled- really can't say I'm surprised, when it was
good, it was very very good, when it was bad, it took "fucking shit" to
previously unscraped depths) to watch later.
All in all, just another week.
Oh, and well done to Stewart Holden for second place in the inaugural
SOWPODS SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEden Scrabble tournament.
#1 Thought of the Day
I am, as you might say, fucking kankered.
Saturday, March 5th, 2005
Currently Playing: "My radio said to kill you" by
Fahnn in honour of Jim's new
easy-to-remember URL!
Right, stuff and more stuff. On Monday, alas, the stuff turned into
stuffing.
I copped a hiding and a half from two players at the LSC- one was Heather
Burnet (rated 4 points ahead of me- for now) so that's acceptable, if not
entirely fun. The other player, though, what the quintessential example of
what Stefan Fatsis would call a "bluehair"- a seriously old scrabble
player (characterised in the States by their colour of hair) who takes
bloody ages to play the game, clogs the board up even worse than my nose
was on that day (I was recovering from the cold but twas still pretty bad
so it's sort-of an excuse- incidentally, twas is fine in scrabble- as the
plural of twa. It's a funny old game.) and she also hums incessantly
during the game. Fortunately, I only have to play her once this year- bit
annoying really as I beat her three times last year.
Anyhow,
and so to bed.
Tuesday, did bugger all.
Wednesday, continued the trend.
Thursday, back at college, this time I'm technical support once again, for
a piece of software called "The Geometer's sketchpad", which is fun, and
for the college's Smartboards, which take fun to a whole new level.
A
Smartboard is basically a whiteboard, like you'd find in school, crossed
with a tablet PC. You can draw on it with styluses, use an electronic
board rubber (seriously), browse the web on it, its potential teaching
applications (especially for maths- oh fuck yes!
) are
endless, in short, it's about the best thing ever. I'm going to try one
day to hook up a few webcams to them and get Star Trek-style video
conferencing going. It will be fucking great, especially as you can draw a
moustache on the person's face while their back is turned.
(Still
trying to figure that one out but when they turn back you'd better
basically hope they'd turn back into the correct place). In short,
Smartboards rule!
Friday, same thing. We're learning about matrices/matrixes at the moment,
to which I immediately (and repeatedly) said "I wish I'd taken the
pinstriped pill". Friday night, I also wrote the
most fucked-up thing in living history. Oh, and I also got Metal Gear
Solid 3: Snake
fucker eater!
Bloody
brilliant game it be, especially with all the action (that you're not
supposed to get into, erm...) and the game is definitely improved by
having no radar on it, well, in a stealth sense anyway, it does make it a
little less easy to set traps, but that's neither here nor there, really.
In short: oh hell yeah.
Today, went to work, went home, went to work at the proper time, got
pissed off by the level of retards in North Hykeham who can't fill in a
lottery ticket properly (erm, see that little "date" box at the bottom of
your ticket? USE IT!!
) and,
well, so to, erm, the web again. Happy fun times are back!
#1 Thought of the Day
Hooray for Fahnn!
Sunday, March 13th, 2005
Currently playing: "Fuck all" by Total Silence. For those of you who don't
appreciate subtle humour, that means that my wmp is currently lying
dormant on my... er... start menu.
Sunday was so fucking long ago I have blocked it from my memory.
Monday I continued my downward spiral at the LSC- having now lost four
league games in a row (the same amount I lost in the whole of 2004- my
"rookie" year
), I'm
feeling extremely down about my run of poor form- however, my Countdown
watching and increased study regime has yielded results, and a practice
session with Stewart Holden the night before my LEST match against Greg
Kelly should help me no end. I am going to be living and breathing
anagrams these next three days... Bring it on.
Tuesday, I did something,
fucked if I remember what, though.
Wednesday, my amnesia (anemias) seemed to take hold once more as I have
dick all recollection of what (thaw) I did on that day. Anagrams might
have something to do with it, though.
Seriously, I think I must've been in a coma those two days. I edited a bit
more of TLW, though.
Oh, wait, now I remember, the maths assignment. No wonder I had it blocked
from my memory.
Thursday, had 50 bloody kids in the maths block of our college, I was
attempting to teach them mathematics, more specifically, Loci and
geometric constructions, such as drawing an equilateral triangle using a
pair of compasses and a ruler. Easier than it sounds.
Even
easier when you use a nifty piece of kit called the Geometer's sketchpad,
which is what I was using.
However,
a moral rant is about to emerge, aimed mostly at modern Pikeys and general
Chavvery.
People say that girls are more eager than boys to learn, and are on the
whole more intelligent and academically talented than boys.
The evidence I saw in Thursday has blown this concept right out of the
water. Don't want to go into details just in case me or t'college gets
sued, but let's just put it this way.
Future career prospects:
Most of the boys: "A-levels, maybe onto uni afterwards".
Most of the girls: "Go on t'dole."
SERIOUSLY. What the fuck is happening? All of a sudden, kids must
be turned upon and made pariahs for knowing what the word "perpendicular"
means for fuck's sake.
...But only amongst the girls. The boys were only too happy to show off
their knowledge.
And
before you ask, they were all assessed as having equal ability by the
school, same set etc.
Irony here is that I had the song "Common People" playing as I typed that
(it was the hideously shite William Shatner version, but the less said
about that the better). "You'll never drink and dance and screw, because
there's nothing else to do." Sentiment that perfectly describes a lot of
the underclass of Britain's youth today (the aforementioned Pikeys), and,
by the looks of it, much of the future of Britain's youth as well.
Friday, I put all that behind me and bought myself a brand new Nintendo
DS!!!!!!!
Woop woop
woop woop woop woop woop! Wario Ware: Touched! is possibly the most
innovative game of recent times. Seriously, it must be played to be
believed, but if all PDAs had games like this, the world would be such a
better place.
...And Super Mario 64 DS has gone straight in as a 3-star game in the
collection.
Seriously, it has once again proven to be one of the most perfect games in
existence.
Pity the DS won't play GB or GBC games, then I could've ditched the GBA
once and for all, but I'll hang onto it a little longer.
In short: DS=fucking awesome.
Also Friday, watched Comic Relief, which just reinforced a few core
beliefs: we should give more aid to Africa, Peter Kay is a genius in the
truest sense of the word, and Chris Evans needs to revive TFI Friday or
equivalent. I will be buying the single tomorrow, yes.
Saturday, worked, played more DS, erm, that's it.
Sunday, ditto, also did my final update for the ABSP website- that
swallowed a lot of time and I finally had to ditch it in favour of, erm,
not having a panic attack.
Ah, right, just remembered- Tuesday was my Mum's birthday, so I did do
something after all.
#1 Thought of the Day
What exactly is the way to Amarillo?
Sunday, March 20th, 2005
Currently Playing: "That Dark Red Moment" by
Fahnn. After lauding Jim's new site
(and new mp3s) to the gods, I try to download one of them, and my server
repeatedly times out.
Bah, I'll
just download it to my memory stick at college.
Monday brought with it some scrabbling. With a big practice session
against Stewart Holden looming (not to mention my LEST match against Greg
Kelly), I was in a mood for some form.
First game, an "A" League game, I win by 190.
Second game, also an "A" league game, I win by 165.
Third game, against current 155-rated player Graham Wakefield, I dominate
from the start. Graham comes back near the end but too little too late,
and I win by 74.
That
is exactly the standard of form I have been needing over the past few
weeks!
Watch out LSC, the Nebagram is back!
Oh, and I
did something in college as well, something not massively important, I
know not what.
Day 2 of my scrabble triathlon, I arrive at Stewart's house at 5:30 and
settle down to a nice, extremely long game of "Super" Scrabble against
him. This, for those of you still in the dark, is the variant of scrabble
that's played on a 21x21 board, with more scoring squares (including some
quadruple word and quadruple letter squares) and 200 tiles.
Needless to say, the score racked up, eventually finishing 1208-1078 (yes,
you read, we both scored over a grand each) in Stewart's favour
(naturally.
)
Highlights included Stewart guessing bonuses left right and centre- and
getting them all right; me playing 3 tiles and scoring 93 from them (ZPS
around an I to form ZIPS, hooking onto TINTING to make STINTING, all on a
triple word score.
) and me
scoring 182 with a twelve- you read me, twelve-timer CORRoDED. A
twelve-timer (also known as a dodecatuple word score), incidentally, is
where ones scores from a quadruple-word score and a triple-word
score simultaneously. Fucking awesome!
Stewart then whooped my arse 3 times at regular scrabble, but he will
freely admit he jammed at least one of them.
Anywho, wedenesday came, and brought with it...
A 4-1 win against Greg!
Many
thanks of course go to him for hosting the game and being a damned good
opponent, and to Sarah (Greg's fiancee) for adjudicating/being a damned
good cook. And I freely admit I jammed at least one of the matches.
What did that do to my rating? Boosted it to 141- my highest ever, and a
full 61 points higher than at this time last year!
Booya! I'm pumped now- I'll need to be, as my next round opponent, Mike
O'Rourke, is rated well over 160, eats, shites and breathes scrabble and
has one of the biggest vocabularies in the region.
Time to
break those lists out again, methinks!
Thursday, teaching the bloody kids in the maths workshop again, managed to
survive long enough to get out in one piece, which can only be considered
an advantage. Yeah.
Friday, last lesson of this part of the semester (although I am going in
tomorrow to get a bit more data for some work I need to be doing) so
naturally, I spent all the time searching for "scrotum" on ebay.
I had a result, too.
Saturday, working and playing Mario 64 on the DS.
Today, working and playing Mario 64 on the DS.
Happy times.
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