Epilogue

The exams are over - my last History test passed without incident, and I'm home with no cares or worries. Just have to leisurely start investigating universities, and check out a few open days.

I've ordered Metal Gear Solid 4 and The Dark Knight on Blu-ray, and they should be arriving this week.

And Amazon are selling MP3s for 29p. I just bought five.

It's a good time to be alive!

Unless you're a pigeon.

Britain's Got Comeuppance

I just watched Susan Boyle perform for the first time on Youtube. Singing was obviously excellent, but the best part was watching the expressions of the audience, who were sneering and chuckling to themselves when she first came on, change as they realised they were all complete idiots.

Fantastic.

You Know The Rules.

However, not all internet memes and phrases are annoying. Rather than fill my blog page and obscure the other posts, I actually found a pretty comprehensive list that sums up my feelings here.

I'm a genius sometimes.

The Sound of Musak

Blogs are back in business! An earlier post of mine observed the slow, sad decline of the other blogs I read: from Francis's "doomed from the start" fiasco to Matt's "SUPER-DUPER-DETAILED" leviathan, blogs seemed to be fading left and right.

But thanks to my silver tongue (see: nagging), the blogs have started up again, albeit in difference forms. Matt has started an all new account, whilst also joining forces with fellow music enthusiast Cohen for a weird hybrid that combines music reviews with other such gibbets. Both on them are alright, but no match for the true King of Blogs.

Enjoy all three!

Gee Golly Jeepers!

My god, I hate the word (or phrase) "awesomesauce". Seriously, it's just ridiculous. Who thought it would be smart to just bung two unrelated words together as some sort of quirky mutant that was then used to describe everything and anything remotely decent.

Come to think of it, I dislike a lot of stupid speech things that now seem to be prevalent in normal conversation (some which I myself am guilty of, to my disgust). For example:

Any lolcat phrases or deliberately shuffled sentences: "I can haz cheezberger?"

Adding an 's' on random words (I am desperately trying to cut down on this): "Send me the musiks please!"

Adding 'ness' on the end of complimentary words: "awesomeness", "coolness"...

There are probably others I can't think of, and I'm by no means the victim in this: I'm ashamed to say that I often do the latter two Conversation Crimes. But I'd like to think that that's because I'm inundated by it, so it merely rubs off on me. Like the goosefat Andy lathers himself with.

Still, it's bloody annoying.

I Spaketh Thus

After much consideration, I've decided that revision sucks.

So I'm Going To Blog Alone

It seems that those who once held firm, blogging with care and regularity, have been torn asunder. Matt's blog lies dormant, a sleepy beast of potential crippled in its teenage years; Francis's was stillborn. Bigs and Bernie - they too have fallen to the perils of work, play and procrastination, all of which spells death for the humble blog. Only Andy remains, but his star seems to be fading likewise, padded with jokes and the occasional incisive social critique.

So I am left to hold the fort, professing my thoughts and ramblings unto the world. A lonely soldier against a tide as unstoppable as death itself, the tide of real life calling to me like the seductive sirens that have taken all those around me. How long can I stand? Fight? Believe?

Probably not long to be honest. This post doesn't really have any significance whatsoever.

Snow Place Like Home.

So it's the heaviest snowfall for ten thousand years, and the country has ground to a halt. As usual, we get people whining about how they got cold on their way to work, how it was so tough to sit in their warm cars for an extra half hour, or demanding that we invest in more gritting trucks instead of the NHS for the one day a year when it snows. Radios yelp the latest ice-based statistics excitedly, and the newspapers all come up with snow-related puns for their front pages. It's a ridiculous spectacle.

And yet I wouldn't want it any other way. What's the fun in having a country who can cope with everything? In the rest of Europe, snow is no different to rain or high winds for them. They just live through it. But in the UK, it retains that magic that makes a snow day an event worthy of a four page spread in the Guardian. With worldwide media, society seems to be becoming far harder to impress. To retain that childlike wonder is something we should enjoy, and I certainly do.

Still, it'd be even more enjoyable without the stupid gritter truck demands of some people.