Will. SciComm student in Bristol. Fan of assorted geekery. Things happen to me, sometimes. Ask me anything
Watching Jamie Lenman and his Heavy Mellow band tonight gave me a weird sense of closure. A lot of songs I thought I’d never get to see again.
No matter who, when, where or why, an audience singing louder than the performer on stage is always a hell of a thing.
It’s been a while. Here’s some stuff.
The little things of Christmas: beards and knitwear
When I held this up to the girl at the counter to ask how much it was, she suddenly panicked and grabbed her camera to take a photo of me with the card, in my beard and knitwear.
It’s a bizarre dreams every night with two of your students about the new microsoft office. Also, PCR mutagenesis in Gatecrasher last night hatw
- what would i say?
bunnythecarrotslayer asked: I am tired and possibly dying. Well ok, that's incredibly melodramatic, I have a cold. But it's a nasty one. And it might be killing me. How are you?
Well then. Here’s hoping your immune system has great fortitude than that of an infantile root vegetable.
I am 2 days away from handing in my final dissertation for my masters course. As such, i am making many plans to do nothing at all, or everything ever, depending on how the mood takes me. It’d be nice if all that summer sun i missed out on was still about, but i will settle for german markets where everything is either too expensive to buy or too rich to stomach. Tis the season.
Anonymous asked: Ok, bit weird but stick with me... just found you on another certain site. And you seem pretty awesome. And I like Tumblr, so I thought I'd come follow you and send you an ask here instead of a message there. Aaand end ramble. Oh, I'm from Brizzle too :)
Aha. Think i’m with you. Will check later to be sure. Well, hello there. Pleasure to have the company. I’ve been kinda awkwardly quiet on the Tumblr front for the last little while, seeing as i’m handing my MSc dissertation in on… Tuesday.
Well, once that’s all out of the way, i’ve got some catching up to do. If you happen to be free and fancy a chat, drop me a named message through either site, or if you fancy a cup of Gluhwein (no-one really does but it’s nice to pretend), the christmas market in Broadmead is up soon. Could be fun. Let me know, and see you around eventually maybe?
Just 1 week and the Discussion to go…
So, how was work? Oh you know, sweet goggles, daft tash and a firebreathing dragon. The usual.
By itself, this means pretty much nothing, but in the context of my dissertation this is a big damn deal.
Last night i dreamt that i was walking to a cinema up on a grassy hill with some friends. There were a few odd landmarks along the way, a collection of metal pipes, a hornets nest… More on those later. As we sat down in the cinema, me and my friends started discussing what to name their new band. I reckoned that since they’d all been in bands with numbers in the name, they should just call themselves Numbers. Debate continued.
As we left after the film, which i don’t remember, there were a few people in the audience who stayed, waiting intently for an after-credit scene like a Marvel film. But this wasn’t a marvel film, so i don’t know what they were waiting for.
As we left, [something happened] and then we were burying someone in a shallow grave in the path we had been walking up. Just as we finished piling the dirt up, people started running past us. There was a grotesque of a woman shuffling down the path towards us in a lurching half-step; pale white flesh was hanging off her gangly bones, a club of a fist hung at her side and there was a smear of red across her face in a terrible homage to lipstick. As we ran, she stopped near the grave we had just dug and began to plunge into the soil. We kept running.
Into an assault cause of a hill. The hornets nest was actually the harder path, and we could just wade through a waterway beside it. I tried to get a headstart on the next section by jumping into the water, but it was all pontooned off and everyone got past me on pipes used as balance beams.
After we got through the course, we all bundled into the car and drove away. We were in Korea. After a while of driving, we passed the school where i used to teach, and we pulled over so we could stop in. I headed up to a classroom, and saw a bunch of the kids i used to teach. Their appearances had changed a little bit, there were some kids mixed in among them i recognise now as being in the music service with me growing up. I was proud to see so many of them had levelled up to the higher classes.
There was a new kid among them, Korean but with white-blonde hair and blue propeller cap. He was being bullied by a kid called Stanley, who was bragging that when he grew up he was going to get “Stanley, Quiet” tattooed on his knuckles, because that’s all anyone said to him. I showed him mine, told him tattoos don’t mean anything, and to leave the younger kid alone or i would have to start shouting and send him out.