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3gp:https://www.freakcity.net/test/12116404417660_0.3gp Scoobs!
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3gp:https://www.freakcity.net/test/12116379165401_0.3gp camping in the middle of the North Norfolk coast in a tiny village called Sidestrand (near Overstrand, still no sign of understrand). Gorgeous sun, chilled out, can’t really hear anything except the rustling of tents in the breeze. Still managed to sleep badly last night, woke up trapped in my sleeping bag at just before 6. Made brekkie and then wandered about in Cromer a bit, sat watching the world go by at the moment. So peaceful.
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The smallest things But to me they are weights I know not why I ought to try Not to care But they are there In my mind Spinning The biggest things Give me no reason To care what they think They just are Immutable I look to the sky I feel myself die A little inside Life was once A sea on which I sailed I am sinking down down I fall beneath the waves Of doubt Fear Maybe someone should just throw me a ring? So I’ve been hacked, freakcity has been sql injected, I’ve attended a barbecue, I’ve watched some Doctor Who, I’ve had to do a 7am deployment, I’ve torn a tyre and replaced it, I’ve given up hassling TJ about the washing up and consequently now live in a shithole, I’ve been out, I’ve been unofficially offered Amsterdam, I’ve watched Sweeney Todd, been clubbing twice, not been on call at all, planned and executed the first stage of my take over of North Norfolk, eaten a lot of PIE and been to Brighton at least once between now and when we last talked. Dear Faithful Reader, how will you forgive me? Freakcity’s a bit more hardy after I tinkered under the hood a bit to solve the hacking/sql injection issue - it’s quite a nifty hack, uses a built in SQL server function to translate a string of byte code characters into sql that is then executed. Unfortunately for the hackers, when I originally wrote the site I expressely put in filters to stop HTML appearing on the pages, so the upshot of it is that there’s a few forum titles that are a little broken and this is all. Went to Brighton with Ben and Ali to meet Taha and Mozquiff. Managed to meet Taha and David who are lovely. Failed to meet Mr Mozquiff coz he fell asleep after a particularly stressful sitar recital. I kid you not. Camping at the weekend. Sorry bout the rain, but I need it to be sunny on Thursday. Must remember to post my NSLU2 and pack for camping. OSX hasn’t really annoyed me much yet, just irritated about all the little useful things Vista does that OSX doesn’t. It really is loads simpler, but that makes it irritating in certain respects...like the difference between RISC and CISC - it does some things very well but then you spend twice as long doing all the other things because they don’t all Just Work™ like they do on Vista. Suspecting I may need a new phone battery soon, mine seems to be holding fuck all charge of late. Irritating. So my quandry is do I fix my life and remove the need for my alcoholic crutch or simply carry on as things are and hope they get better on their own? < /emoblog>
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Been listening to Portishead - Three. It’s excellent. It’s so raw — slightly out of time, distorted, cut off. It’s as if we’re seeing shyness, awkwardness, an intense fear of rejection, all the paranoia in three individuals made manifest. A fleeting glimpse into the minds of people sitting on the edge of madness and brilliance. Thrown out into the open in all its imperfect glory, landing in the shapes of song that touches something nothing else seems to. Portishead are back and Portishead want you to feel their pain. They’ve not released anything in 10 years, but they haven’t dated because they simply are — they created a genre, it was merely that no-one else happened to inhabit it. They’ve simply changed the way they sound but not out of a feeling that they need to, just the natural evolution of what they were doing. You’ll hear ancient synthesizers, drum pads, raw guitar, all combined in a unique way that could only be Portishead. From the bleakly loose drum pads, roaring synth and painful lyrics of Machine Gun through to the gorgeously simple Ukelele plucked Deep Water it’s an album that’ll grow and grow until it screams in your mind every waking hour. I am in love again. In other news, bought a pot plant. x [s[Saw the saviour, And the saviour come my way I thought I’d see it In the cold light of day But now i realize, that I’m only for me If only i could see, return myself to me, And recognize the poison in my heart There is no other place, no one else i face The remedy will break with how i feel Here am I reflecting What more can I say For I am guilty For the voice that I have made Too scared to sacrifice a choice Chosen for me If only I could see Return myself to me And recognize the poison in my heart There is no other place No one else I face The remedy will agree with how i feel]s] [r[-- Portishead]r]