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Imagine

Imagine a sphere lit by three lights,
or apparently so. The colours are indescribable, which is a cop-out
really, but for the purpose of this demonstration they are Red, Green
and Blue, and each one is precisely the same. The Red is the same
brightness as the Blue, The Green is covering precisely the same area
as the Red, and all the lights are equal. But huge, unseen forces are
working to overbalance this model, to make one colour brighter, but
since all the forces are working against each other nothing happens,
for a thousand years nothing happens. At all.

Then something goes wrong. The force
that keeps the arguments equal is too involved, and something
goes wrong, and that force is lost, perhaps forever.

And slowly, the red light, in our
model, starts to grow. This is not a good thing, the end of the world
is nigh.

Except it may not be, the force was
never destroyed, merely lost. What is lost may be found again,
perhaps.

There is, in fact, one hope for the
universe, and he is sitting, in a room that is predominately brown,
with an equally brown envelope in front of him, opened, with his eyes
shut.

‘I must not fear’, quoth Simon
in the privacy of his head

‘Fear is the mind killer’.

This was probably the fiftieth time
today he had repeated this.

‘Fear is the little death’.

It was helping though, he wasn’t
shaking now as much

‘That brings total obliteration’.

He couldn’t remember the next line, he
never could.

By touch alone, he opened the piece of
paper contained in the envelope.

And opened his eyes.

"NEEU" said the paper.

For a member of the National Exception
to the European Union, this would have been an expected opening to a
letter, the header at the top telling you that you need to renew your
subscription. However, for an A-Level student expecting his exam
results, 2 E’s, an N and a U were not A Good Thing.

Simon’s world calmly and slowly crashed
down around his ears.

There is one certainty when you get
your results and were planing on University.

Maybe two.

The first is that alcohol will be
drunk. Champagne or otherwise, depending on the letters on that
all-important piece of paper.

The other is that a phone call will be
made to whatever university you confirmed to, saying either "See
you soon" or "Please Please Please". Again, depending.

Eventually Simon came out of his
trance, and found his friends. Of the four of them, two were of to
their first choice, and Simon and another were on the "Cheap
Wine" end of the scale. And so, after a couple of bottles of
exactly that, a movie, a video and a sleep, Simon stuck a pin in the
list of universities which might just take him on a course he could
upgrade later. One in a hundred chance, he phoned up and a line was
free. One in a thousand chance, on clearing day, that the first
university he phoned said "yes", a qualification, almost
infinitely upgradable. Simon was going to University.

Results.doc,
by NA. 11/25/00

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Happiness is being AHBOU'd :-)

Happiness is being AHBOU’d 🙂

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Since I forgot to do it when it was announced, I'll do it now…

Since I forgot to do it when it was announced, I’ll do it now that Sarabian has updated his weblog with the news that…

Sarabian is a Dad!

Congratulations from the entire Aquarionics Team. ie, me.

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These two blokes are lost in the Sahara desert. They're…

These two blokes are lost in the Sahara desert. They’re desperate for
water, but just as they think they’re about to die, they chance upon a
village where market day is in full swing. They go to the first stall
they see and ask if they can buy some water.

“No,” replies the Bedouin stall owner, “I only sell fruit. Try the
next stall.”

So off they go to the next stall and again they ask for water.
“Sorry,” says the merchant, “But I only sell custard.”

“Custard?” one of the blokes says to the other, “What kind of place is
this?”

By now desperate, they go to the next stall, only to be told, “Sorry,
but I only sell jelly.”

Hearing this, one of the blokes turns to the other and says, “This is
a trifle bazaar.”

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Argh, Sorry. Bad week My computer is no longer (Cross…

Argh, Sorry. Bad week

My computer is no longer (Cross fingers) crashing every few minutes in Windows, so I have time enough to write a blog entry. Hay.

My Week:

Monday

Gosh, is it *that* long since I made an update? Argh. Monday was spent… er…

 

Erm

 

I…

 

Oh yes, I emailed Sunderland Student Helpline for help flathunting.

Tuesday

Worked on a new idea for Aquarionics, played in PSP for a while, brainstormed the idea of putting all my meet reports in one place, Possibly called The Meet Locker. Decided that too many people link to the site as it is, so I can’t make major structual changes on a whim. Damn.

Reply from Student Helpline, with ideas for houses. Yay.

Wednesday

AFP Meet. A day spent in london discussing life, the university, and everything. Managed let the purpose of the meet miss her plane. Helped her catch the next one. Left at 7:am, arrived home 6:pm. Nothing else done.

Thursday

Phoned Student Accomadation, they are sending me a list of Flats in the area

Friday

Ordered new mobile. Broke my keyboard, said nasty words about M$ keyboards that arn’t sugerproof. Also stopped my pooter crashing every so often (Microsoft Intellipoint drivers. Irony, no?) and played The Sims. Oh yes, my The Sims house is now online

Saturday

Updated the The Sims website 🙂

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Heya. It's been a fun weekend, for definitions of fun that…

Heya.

It’s been a fun weekend, for definitions of fun that include, well, not lots
really. Saturday I woke up in a hotel room in the middle of France, from a
dream in which everyone in the world had been lying to me all my life, at five
to seven in the morning. By eight we were on the road again, where we stayed
until we went to Verdun.

Verdun is incredible, and not in a good way. It is one of the major
battlefields of World War One. The entire landscape is decimated, Trees cover
it now, but you can still see the remains of trenches and the last resting
places of over half a million solders. In the forest is the hall of bones, the
final resting place of 300,000 people whose bones are buried in the foundations
of it, with their names carved on the stones of the hall. Each stone is about
10″ square, and the hall is huge. With that and the legions of wooden crosses
in front of it, the phrase “Never Again” brings new meanings to all but the
most hard-hearted of visitors.

Expect more on this mid-November (Remembrance day). We Will Remember Them.
(The history of the world wars holds a morbid fascination with me, handed down
from my dads interest in it).

We visited a fort too, more details of that another time, I think.

A quick (3 hoursish) jaunt down the moterway brought us to the Channel Tunnel,
vague panics as they announce the “service is on time, and the wait time is 45
minutes” Wha?

Anyhue, we got the next train back to Merrye Angleland, and another hour
brought us into the tiny dinginess of my home village. Within 15 minutes of
being home, I was online (I left my computer on, oops), and being told
postcards sent around the world had, in fact, arrived. Gosh.

It took me most of the time between that and this to catch up (couple of
thousand Usenet posts (no, I didn’t read them all) couple of hundred odd
e-mails (about 10 of which were worth reading *sigh*) and 17 days of the 10ish
web-comics I try to stay current with.

On top of this, I seem to be going though a stage of weird dreams. Last night I
feel in love with the girl opposite me on the train, only to find she had both a
husband *and* a boyfriend. *sigh*. But anyway, I was about to go and have lunch
with her, when my mother collared me at the station. She was looking for her
washing, which someone had stolen, and by the time I disentangled myself from
that, I’d lost the girl. *double sigh*. Last thing I saw was someone I knew at
school and wished to avoid though a railway arch. Fortunately I woke up.

Odd. But it didn’t involve me either dying (usually nastily) or already being
dead. This is a bonus.

Week ahead? Hah. I have to find a flat in Sunderland, I have a Driving Theory
test on Tuesday, and an AFP meet (sort of) early Wednesday morning. For which I
will get up at (shudder) 5am. If that time actually exists. But as far as this
goes, expect progress reports on the flat, probably on the test too. In more
obscure news, I have managed to finish the first of the S2 things. When I
finish a couple more, I’ll start putting them online. Work that one out 🙂

Oh dear, I spend quite a bit longer on that than I intended, and now it’s gone
midnight. Oh well.

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Back. Inspired and Back, with a capital B and a capital…

Back. Inspired and Back, with a capital B and a capital I.

Stuff coming. AAN has a new direction, S2 will be a new venture I hadn’t thought of before, and this blog may end up being even strange.

Thanks to all (read: both of…) the people who supplied me with stuff to do on holiday. I ended up completing my Divine Comedy collection (Liberation and Cassanova alternated in my CD Player all though the (2 day) trip there and back. I can now sing you the entirity of both albums cold 🙂 Readingwise I bought Microserfs, The Mirror of Her Dreams, Inconceivable & The Diamond Age (All links to Amazon UK, Javascript in production for International stuff :-). Thanks to the above, I now know what Dalzie’s Introduction means, Have a burning desire for the next Mordant Book, and am inspired for what to do with this blog.

Stuff coming soon… ish:

  • AAN
  • S2
  • Bookshop
  • Stuff I havn’t thought of yet 🙂