I’m also planning to post more regularly (I know, I know, I’ve said this before. Who knows? This time I might mean it :-P).

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You may wonder what I’m blathering about, well its this. I’ve been following CAD for some time now (if you like a good chuckle and a well written webcomic check out the archives) and honestly didn’t see this coming. The subject matter is a difficult one and as a away of breaking out of the pigeonhole of ‘Gaming Comic’ its one of the most effective plot twists I’ve seen. Tim sums up his reasons for it here, and I stand behind him wholeheartedly.

Gamers are people too with all the baggage and emotional turmoil that that entails, its about time someone said so. I salute you Tim and will continue to read CAD as long as you continue to write it.

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Hit the jump for the trailer. Just ignore the last seconds.

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Stupidly I went to the dentist for my penultimate extraction (only two teeth left and they’re coming out next Thursday) without having something to eat beforehand. I am now absolutely famished and suffering from a headache due to low blood sugar, and I can’t eat till tomorrow. I’m running on Irn Bru and cigarettes and its not a good thing to do, the caffiene comedown is going to be a bitch and I just know that I’ll be getting up at 4 am to pee. Let this be a lesson to any kids that read this blog: look after your teeth. Not only do you only get one set to last your entire life after your baby teeth are replaced, if you don’t you have to go through the pain and inconvenience of multiple extractions when they start to hurt.

When I was young I used to eat a bit of tooth paste and wet my tooth brush to convince my parents that I’d brushed my teeth, alot of effort that was just as much of a rigmarole as actually brushing them. I realise my mistake now. I then failed to take the hint when half of them had to be removed about ten years ago after I developed a really bad abscess. I kept drinking the Bru and not brushing. Thankfully by that time I had pretty much gotten over my paralysing fear of dentists, which I had developed due to an encounter when I was very young involving a drill and a lack of anaesthetic in the tooth being drilled (the bugger went for the wrong one). It helped to discover that the pain of really bad toothache is far worse than any pain a dentist can inflict upon you.

It used to be as was the case with my maternal grandfather, that a common 21st birthday present was the extraction of all your teeth and a well made set of denchers. I had a set after the first half of my enamel army was removed from the feild but they didn’t fit properly and I could eat with them in. What is the point of having plastic teeth if you can’t use them to eat? I could actually get through a steak better without them. They sat on my bookcase like some morbid exhibit in a museum of freakery until my wife couldn’t take it anymore and threw them out.

So now I’m speaking with a thlight lithp and nursing sore gums and a sore head. I expect no sympathy as I realise that my current condition is entirely self inflicted. I’ve learned my lesson, but too late I’m afraid. I can only hope that I serve as an example to Arthur.Time to break out the ibuprofen.

Out

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This is going to be a bit of an introspective  post I’m afraid but I have to get this out of my system. Its time for me to get a job, The Sprog has started going to nursery one morning a week and loves it so I feel like I’ll be able to leave him more often. Its funny really, we get to nursery and I bid him farewell at the door and he’s like “Yeah, OK, bye dad,” over his shoulder. If he was a teenager it would be a “Whatever” moment. My wee boy is growing up so fast, and its time I did the same.

I need to get a job. I’ve had a couple of interviews, the most promising being for the post of online reporter/web journalist for the company that publishes our local paper. I was very excited about this one but didn’t get it in the end. I did appreciate the fact that the Online Editor phoned me personally instead of sending a form letter. Apparently I was beaten by someone with qualifications in journalism, which is fair enough.

So I now have a choice, either I go all out to get some journalism qualifications or I get a soul destroying job that I can’t stand just to make ends meet. It would be fair to say that things are tight at the moment and me going back into full time education will only make them tighter. I really don’t want to get a job that I’m not going to enjoy. I’ve been there and done that, I would much rather get a part-time job and study towards getting some journalism qualifications.

after 15 years of trying to figure out what I want to do with my life I reckon I’ve finally figured it out and I’m going to go for it. I’ll be writing about my progress here of course and you may have noticed that the begging bowl has reverted to requests for money towards journalism course fees (please give generously :P)

I think thats enough introspection for the moment. Laters.

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In other news:

I’ve started a writing project involving Pi. I plan to write a story where each sentence has a number of words in it equal to the corresponding digit in Pi. So the first sentence will have three words, the second one word and so on. I’ve made quite a good start but am not ready to publish it as yet, watch this space however. (The wife says its gimmicky and won’t go anywhere, and she may be right but I’m going to follow it this muse as far as I have the inclination to)

You’ll notice some additions to the sidebar, namely my recent stumbleupon favourites (those that I gave a thumbs up to) and my recent delicious bookmarks. If you think your site would appeal, drop me a line and I’ll take a look.

So, apart from the thing that I can’t write about not an awful lot is happening in my world. The state continues to encroach needlessly on our freedoms, ISP’s have said that tracking what people download in order to comply with planned anti-piracy legislation is impossible (but anyone with any sense knew that already), and Hillary has started the smack-talk in the Democratic nomination race. The world continues on it journey to hell in hand cart, I can only hope that the singularity comes soon.

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Hat Tip:Dale over at Samizdata

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What Keith Means

You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life. You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don’t spill secrets or spread gossip. People sometimes think you’re snobby or aloof, but you’re just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It’s easy to get you excited… which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don’t stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life. You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You’re most comfortable when you’re far away from home. You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out. Success comes rather easily for you… especially in business and academia. Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You’re a strong person.

What’s Your Name’s Hidden Meaning?

Hat tip to Sutradara

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