Franky

Apr. 8th, 2011 10:01 am
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Based on the poem "Where They're Coming From", written by [livejournal.com profile] ysabetwordsmith  during her most recent Poetry Fishbowl (with the theme of "Mad Scientists"), a discussion arose concerning what might happen if a victim of bullying somehow acquired the power to stop his or her torment (I'd recommend reading the poem and the resultant conversations). During one of the discussions, I was reminded of a web comic project I had done a number of years ago (before I was even fully aware of what a web comic was). The original project was presented as a very simple website with a single panel displayed at a time, looping continuously (so it's just as endless as bullying seems to be). I present here in more of a traditional web comic form: 

(Trigger warning: bullying)



The rest of the comic... )

ARGH!!!

Apr. 10th, 2008 10:20 pm
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The day went by smoothly. I had even spent a lovely few hours touring Rochester whilst obtaining the needed tubes for the didge. The packing of the didges went smoothly and I discovered there may be a possibility of bringing them with me on the plane as excess luggage, costing quite a bit less.  

I spent much of the evening filling out the second box, carefully sorting fiddly bits into smaller boxes to put into it. I got everything to fit nicely and I was seeing an end to the packing for the shipping.

Then I weighed the damn thing.

11 FCUKING KILOS OVER!!!

*sigh* It's a quarter past two in the morning and I now have to see how much of the Gods cursed extra weight I can stash into the large suitcase. And it looks like the biggest piece of extra weight, my printer/scanner, may have to be shipped seperately after all.

Dammit.

Needless to say, the trip into London tomorrow is off. I should be able to squeeze it in when I get back from Germany, hopefully.

This holiday is causing me way too much stress!

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 Potato and leek soup, gammon with crackling, mash, carrots, and plenty of wine... Yes, it was a lovely farewell dinner prepared by my lovely next door neighbours. I will say, there are few things about England that I will truly miss, but my neighbours rank high amongst them.  

Ah well, my need to escape is still great. The other day, whilst shopping in another town for appropriately sized boxes and questing for a postal tube long enough for my didges (I will have to resort to buying two smaller ones and putting them end to end), I was chased back into a train station by a large (and ugly) pack of thuggish yobs, some of which I recognized as scum associated with the worst we've permanently excluded from my school in recent years.

They were carrying large piles of fresh snow (a novelty in southern England) and decided I'd make a great target for snowballs. There was about seven or eight of them, in their late teens. Many of 'em were large enough to be a substantial threat to me (and I only just now thought about how many of them were probably carrying a knife) and they were behaving in an aggressive and malevolent fashion. Sensing that a confrontation could get very ugly very quickly (these were yobs of the lowest order), I ducked back into the train station, not realizing that some of them would actually throw INTO the station itself and, whilst I tried to get a train staff member to phone the police, a number of forcefully hurled snowballs followed me. I would say that, fortunately, the English have lousy aim with a snowball, as I was never struck, but sadly, an older woman got struck in the head.

Pure yobbishness!

Fortunately, the presence of CCTV cameras in the station (which they seemed highly aware of (previous experience?)), as well as my rather loud demand for the attendent to phone the police, seemed to deter them from further nastiness and the thugs moved on. I last saw them in the high street near the station, where they proceeded to hurl snowballs at cars and whatever else they could terrorize. The train police were phoned, but I didn't stick around to see if they showed up or were able to do anything about them. I left the station in the opposite direction and went about my business whilst I still had time remaining. I completed my box shopping without further incident, but was glad to make it back to my own village.

Ya know, I should have talked about the dinner after the unpleasantness that preceded it. I could then have ended this post with a pleasant thought. *sigh*

Oh well, nothing to be done for it but to get on with my preparations.

Wicked!

Mar. 28th, 2008 04:51 pm
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Well, today began somewhat crappy, with a class of sheer crappiness in the middle. However, there were some high points and some silver linings. For example, in one particularly troublesome class, filled with some pretty challenged kids, two of 'em actually demonstrated that they were not only listening this class, but remembered events from the story the last class. One even put enough events together to formulate his own thoughts about why Macbeth might be so murderous. The silver lining on the crap lesson that happened after that was the possibility that, finally, a few key pupils have done enough to get them turfed out for a substantial portion of next week.

And then the day got better.

*wicked grin*

My finally class of the day was actually an ICT lesson (computer science). In the last few lessons (I get this class once a week), a lot of pupils were refusing to do work and, instead, decided to email each other and play games.

Last lesson, I came in with a stack of worksheets and turned off all the computers at the breaker; they all got to learn about the various advantages and disadvantages of various types of media (print, CD-Roms, and the Internet). Many clued in to one of the great advantages of print by their very situation; print works without the need for a computer. *evil chuckle* 

The better pupils plowed on through and even seemed to enjoy the work they were doing. Of course, this was not the case for about half the class, who still hadn't quite gotten the message and, instead of just doing the work, decided to spend the entire lesson whinging and misbehaving in protest. 

Okay.

Shortly after that lesson, I had a brief conversation with one of the other ICT teachers about how I could selectively deactivate pupil accounts. It turns out to be quite easy...

So, yes, today many pupils found out, much to their chagrin, that they couldn't log in to their accounts and, instead, were again faced with the work sheets they needed done last lesson, whilst their motivated peers worked on a fun ICT research assignment.

This time, the worksheets were completed. *evil grin*

But the wickedness didn't stop there. At the end of the day, the 'Strategy Game *coughD&Dcough* Club* met up for our weekly game session. Sadly, I had managed to leave the characters and campaign notes at home, so there was no way to continue with that particular story, or the really wicked encounter I had planned, today. There was a bit of potential for disaster as all the boys were pretty geared up to play, the snacks had all been purchased, and the youngest lad had his ride pre-arranged for later.

So, being somewhat inventive, I suggested that one of the older players GM a session. Whilst two of the lads went out to quickly plan a campaign world, the rest of us chose from pre-created fifth level NPCs straight from the Dungeon Master's Guide. That's how we wound up with a rather colourful party consisting of: a half-orc barbarian, a lizardman druid, a goblin rogue and (my character) a kobold sorceror.

I had some trepidations about how this would go, but the two lads GMing actually pulled off a highly entertaining and well detailed adventure session that featured a prison break in an unknown land that required a fair bit of clever thinking to successfully pull off. There was even many hints at an overall story arch! 'Course, my enjoyment of the session might have been flavoured by the fact that this is the first time I've PLAYED a role playing game in quite a few years. Still, I had a blast playing my mildly nasty little reptillian sorceror with a penchant for deviousness.

Wicked!

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 Amazingly, after just a single day of teaching, following five days away from the little wretches, I came home so mentally exhausted that I wound up crashing early (as in 8 in the evening). They're just getting worse and worse and I have no clue how to stem the tide of their idiocy.

This song pretty accurately describes how I'm feeling currently:

Veteran Of The Psychic Wars, Blue Oyster Cult

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=nrd2xf5DIlU&feature=related

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of Limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at, and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure that there's anything left of me



Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.



You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you
You blame me for my silence, say it's time I changed and grew
But the war's still going on, dear, and there's nowhen that I know
And I can't say if we're ever
I can't say if we're ever gonna be free



Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.



You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy is spent at last, and my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons, and I'm helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I'm made of
Dare you say that this is victory?



Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And been sliding into hell
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on

Zombified

Mar. 19th, 2008 03:51 pm
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Ugh. I'm still switching back and forth between prolonged periods of nigh comatose interspersed with frequent moments filled with the intense desire to just eat someone's face off. YARGH!!! These kids are playing it up big time and I have nearly ZERO regrets about leaving these pondscum to fester in the shallow end of the gene pool.

Nearly zero regrets... 

A couple days ago, I asked one of my colleagues in the English department if my position had been advertised for yet, only to discover, to my shock and horror, that the head teacher, in a display of complete stupidity, has decided AGAINST replacing me and, instead, has decided that my horridly wretched timetable will be foisted off on the remaining members of my department, as if they weren't over worked and stressed as it is. 

WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!? 

My colleagues have been really good about trying to make sure I don't feel guilty about my decision to resign (for example, by laying full blame on the head), but I think that just makes it worse. Still, I know I couldn't have continued to take much more and I'm pretty sure they know it, too. 

*sigh* 

The head's leadership has been somewhat less than stellar. There's a LOT of discontent going around. Not only are many staff talking about leaving, some of 'em have already found positions elsewhere.  

The school is sliding into hell and that's a shame... 

Meanwhile, in an attempt to forget some of the grief of the week, I indulged in, amongst cider and chocolate, a rather entertaining film last night. In keeping with the zombie theme, I watched Planet Terror, by Robert Rodriguez, of Grindhouse. Whereas the last two zombie flicks I've seen have taken a high concept approach to the genre, Rodriguez has taken the decidedly opposite approach, attempting to emulate the style of 'grindhouse' action films (low budget B-grades, exploiting sex and violence, cranked out as rapidly as possible).

THIS was CHEESE at it's finest, including vast quantities of gratuitious gore, a heroine who is an ex-gogo dancer with a machine gun as a prosthetic for her LEG, some very slick action sequences, a 'prevue' for a machete wielding Mexican assassin on a mission of vengeance, Bruce Willis as the leader of a rogue millitary outfit, a really hot motor cycle, simulated film wear marks and scratches, more gratuitious gore, a collection of testicles, seriously bad jokes, an obsession with BBQ sauce, nasty things done with helicoper blades, and Quentin Tarantino as a would-be rapist. What Dusk Till Dawn did for (to?) vampire films, Planet Terror does for zombie films, and then some... and then some more! 

It was damn good fun! 

Planet Terror preview: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=nBi00ZiqIv 4

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This week, most of my feelings and other higher brain functions seem to have been replaced by a homocidal urge to rend my pupils limb from bloody limb. Yep, I must be infected with the T-Virus from Resident Evil; it's the only rational explanation... aside from my pupils being total bastitches. So if you've missed me this week, I do apologize; I was spending a lot of my mental energy resisting the urge to bite the heads off of my 'little darlings.'  


Speaking of Resident Evil, I got to see RE: Extinction last night. For those unfamiliar with this film series, based on the popular video game of the same name, the premise is based on the escape of a highly contageous mutagenic agent, the T-Virus, from a bio-weapons research division of the shadowy Umbrella Corporation. This virus, despite desperate (and exceptionally violent) attempts to contain it, renders the planet into a barren wasteland where the last remnants of humanity battle for survival against hordes of mutagenically created 'zombies'. This film takes some of the best elements of films like Romero's Day of the Dead and post-apocalyptic classics like Mad Max and The Road Warrior and fuses them into a vivid, gritty, tension filled and action packed nightmare. The film is further enhanced by brilliant cinematography as well as good acting and a complex narrative. The creators of the film set out to generate serious innovations for this film genre and, IMHO, they've succeeded brilliantly! If you're a fan of zombie, horror, and/or post-apocalyptic films, you will thoroughly enjoy this one. Quite simply, IT ROCKS!!!
 

Resident Evil: Extinction Trailer: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=fkaAi2yQou 0   


The creators of the film The Zombie Diaries also set out to revolutionize the genre by utilizing a cinema verite approach in telling a series of interconnected short stories about small groups of people attempting to cope with a world in which a rampant virus has transformed most of the human population into blood thirsty zombies. The cinema verite approach, like The Blaire Witch Project, assumes a documentary style in which video cameras carried by the characters record their actions and dialogue.
 

Unfortunately, the film simply lacks energy and pace and is only really watchable as a curiosity at best. In fact, I was quite zombified by the end of it. If you're looking for an entertaining zombie flick (either for chills or laughs), give this one a miss.  


The Zombie Diaries
Trailer:
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=0Fx3sfLhXo w

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 When I'm running along the roads, occasionally, some pupil of the school will yell something out a car window as he or she passes by. This isn't a big deal to me; half the time, I can't even make out what was said, anyhow.  

Today, though, I was struck by coins thrown from a passing SUV whilst I was running. The coins were thrown hard enough to bruise. A youth from inside yelled "Asshole!" as they drove away.  

What infuriates me the most is that these little shites will get away with it. I couldn't make out any details of the faces inside, nor could I get the license plate number. I'm currently awaiting a visit from a police officer so the details can be taken, but I know there just isn't enough to find these fuckers. 

How the hell am I suppose to live in this country if I have to be looking over my fucking shoulder wherever I go?!? I may be putting in my notice tomorrow; I don't think I can handle living in this country much longer.

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About this time into a term, the kids start kicking off. They can't seem to handle much more than four weeks of school at a time without getting antsy. As such, I've been dealing with an elevated level of aggro from 'em. Not fun. However, two other events this week have made me realize that I simply can NOT leave this job soon enough!  

To start, I've come to rely quite heavily on my pen drive. Dubbed the "Briefcase", it has become an essential part of my teaching equipment, serving as the receptacle of work that I create at home and present at school. I have several man-hours of labour saved on it. This is why, a few days ago, I was more than a little peeved to discover that some little fecking lightfingered shite had made off with it! 

Now granted, my last backup of it wasn't too hideously long ago and it won't cost me much to replace the drive itself. However, it makes me damn uncomfortable for two reasons. First, I'm not thrilled about the increased measure of paranoia I'll now be maintaining. How does one get used to working with so many people that one can never truly trust? Second, there is at least one of my pupils has so little respect for me that he or she would think nothing of stealing a pricey bit of my equipment.

However, the key thing that made me realize I've endured too much abuse at this school was when, whilst handing out a bunch of afterschool detentions for some exceptionally poor behaviour, I was told by one of the little dears to forcefully insert said detention into an orifice normally reserved for excretion, albeit much less politely. At the end of the day, when I went to write it up, I realized, to my cynical amusement, that I could not recall exactly WHICH of the little snots had said it. It truly says something that such an event didn't stick out in my mind enough from the general background level of wretchedness to enable me to remember such an essential piece of information. 

I wanna go home. 

My theme music for the moment:  

We've Gotta Get Out Of This Place

by the Animals 

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=wP1w5Hl8D0E

In this dirty old part of the city where the sun refuse to shine
People tell me there ain't no use in trying
Now, my girl, you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true,
You'll be dead before your time is due, (I know)

Watch my daddy in bed and dying
Watch his hair been turning grey
He's been working and slaving his life away, (Oh yes I know)

He's been working so hard
I've been working too baby, (every night and day)
 

(Chorus)
We've gotta get out of this place
if it's the last thing we ever do
We've gotta get out of this place
Girl there's a better life for me and you

Now my girl you're so young and pretty
And one thing I know is true
You'll be dead before your time is due, (I know it)
 

Watch my daddy in bed and dying
Watch his hair been turning grey
He's been working and slaving his life away (I know)

He's been working so hard
I've been working too baby,
 

(Chorus) 

Somewhere baby
Somehow I know it baby
 

(Chorus) 

Believe me baby
I know it baby
You know it too

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 Wandering the blogs, I came across this site addy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ25-glGRzI

The essential narrative is this: bitch punk bullies geek girl in a hardcore fashion (including acts of violence) and then steals her boyfriend. 

The ideals that this video espouses are absolutely horrendous! It essentially states that it's okay for the strong to take from the weak, that "cool" people have the right to bully the "uncool," and that nasty girls are preferable to nice ones. 

Yes, great values to be emulated by our happy slapping youth.

Needless to say, I'm more than a little incensed!

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So I'm into my first proper week back at school and, I tell ya, these kids are wretched. I've been given the bottom of the bottom for three year groups and it looks like it's going to be a long, hard slog. If I finish this year, my English department is SO going to OWE me.

What really sucks is when I put a lot of work into making a fun and entertaining lesson that involves something I'm passionate about and that I know the kids would appreciate, but they don't give the damn lesson a chance.

For example, I've been putting a lot of work into a GCSE original writing project that revolves around the Hero's Journey (as put forward by reknowned folklorist Joseph Campbell) and involves looking deeply at the commonalities within many epic hero stories to create one's own. I've broken everthing down into quick, bite size pieces (my year 11s are very weak) and I'm involving all sorts of interesting clips from films such as Star Wars, The Matrix and Shrek. Today, we were supposed to look at a clip from Star Wars to get an idea of how heroes start in an "ordinary world" setting. The clip was to be shown at the beginning of class before setting into the discussions and work. Would the damn class settle down so the clip could be played? Hell no! Apparently, Star Wars is too "boring" for a number of these wretches, so they'd rather evoke my wrath and the consternation of their fellow pupils, rather than shut up for a few minutes. 

Damn ungrateful snots!

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It's been a mere week at school and I've already identified about 8 or pupils that need to be dragged into the street and shot repeatedly as an example for the rest. Swear down on my nan's left Reebok trainer, the first day with my year 10s and 11s nearly had me deciding that my ticket back to Canada this summer was going to be one way. FECK!!!

The only glimmer of hope seems to be that most of the year 8s (the majority of my pupils) seem to adore me and are, thus, much better behaved than their elder counterparts. My form group in particular, the dread terror for their year, has improved dramatically in behaviour and I've developed good rapport with the class's worst trouble makers.

Still, with all the work going into getting new work plans sorted and some serious kiddie wrangling, it has been one fecking long week!
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I HAVE to move. My flatmates are really beginning to drive me nuts. It was bad enough with the one insisting on knowing my schedule to the hour so she can do whatever planning she obsesses with (let alone the fact that she wants me out of the house on weekends and holidays (just what am I paying rent for, anyhow?)). Now the other one is getting on my case for a number of minor issues she hasn't bothered to inform me were a problem until exploding on me (this is aside from serious levels of hypocrisy exhibited by said flatmate, as well as the slagging off of teachers that I received last night). I have had it with both of them, the latter more than the former. I was relaxed coming home from school (where the team leader of key stage 4 gave me a Christmas card that said I was a "Fab" form tutor), and now I'm completely tensed up. And this despite trying to talk things out with little miss bitchy. ARGH!!!
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How can anyone bloody-well forget with all THAT racket going on out there?!?! Stupid fireworks! Sleep is going to be a challenge to achieve tonight. Erg!!!

ARGH!

Aug. 25th, 2006 11:45 pm
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In terms of my computer, I had hoped to do the following: upgrade my system to exceed processing speeds of 1.6 GHz, eliminate the dodgy power button issue, have front access for USB and audio connections, and reduce the fan noise.

I shelled out over 60 quid for a motherboard with an Athlon XP 2200 CPU and a brand new tower, as well as spent many hours this evening labouring away.

At the end of all that, I have: a damaged and unusable motherboard (mostly resulting from the inability to find a %$&^ing schematic for it), an Athlon XP 2200 chip sitting on a shelf collecting dust, a system that is now quiet enough so one can really hear the irritating whine of the one fan that didn't get replaced, front ports that are taunting me as there was no where to plug in the connectors on the audio and USB boards I'm using, a front panel desperately in need of black face plates for assorted drives, and one fully functional power button.

That was a lot of grief and aggravation for one fully functional power button.

And I still have to clean up the mess before I can go to bed.

ARGH!
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... the day was interrupted at a couple points by telephone calls from the local police department. This was mostly about getting details about when a certain young punk tried to nick my MP3 player. Ya know, it sounds pretty serious when they refer to the incident as "attempted robbery." If I ever have words with the git, it might do to explain to him just how much trouble he'll be dumped into if he gives me anymore hassle. There's a bit o' satisfaction from that.
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Despite [livejournal.com profile] imapunkin's best efforts to liven me up, I've been kinda blah and blue all day. There were some good moments, such as cuddles and take-away kebabs, but, overall, still blah. I got home later in the evening and went straight to the police station (as it was just across the road from the bus stop I got off at) and got the ball rolling in regards to the punks from Friday. The officer will be requesting the CCTV footage from the bus company to look at. Hopefully, this will get some identification of these little turds.

Tomorrow, I'm off for my blood test. Hopefully that'll pin down the cause of all this lethargy.
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I arrived at [livejournal.com profile] imapunkin's in a very foul mood yesterday evening (sorry Babe!).

Reason being? I had another run in with that not-so-little shit that tried to nick my MP3 player some weeks back. I was sitting on the second floor of a bus when a familiar looking group of youths boarded. Not all that long after, I felt something small hit the back of my head. I ignored it, but shortly after I was struck by another. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a tiny bit of paper land on the floor near me. I tucked my MP3 player away and turned around to keep an eye on this lot (one was holding a bunch of paper covered straws). Of course, they were all like "Can we help you with something?"

At the next bus stop, I went down below to report the problem to the bus driver. As he couldn't do much about it, I went to sit in the back on the main floor of the bus. Thankfully, they off the bus before I did. Just before I got off the bus, I got the necessary information needed for when I report the incident to the police. I'm sure the nice, clear CCTV shots of them (most double decker buses have these cameras) will be of great value should these snots choose to cause me any future grief.

Grrrr.... This is far more hassle than I need at the beginning of my break.
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This has been an eventful week, beginning with a lovely Monday evening spent with [livejournal.com profile] ekatarina, during which we had a nice dinner, toured a bit of the south embankment of the Thames and enjoyed an informative and entertaining guided walking tour exploring haunts and hauntings around St. Paul's Cathedral. I wound up really missing my camera, though, as there was plenty of interesting architecture to capture in pixels.

Since then, I've discovered that, courtesy of an issue of being paid till the end of August like a teacher, yet being on administrative pay roll which does not, and the required resolution of such of by the headteacher, I am still not yet on the payroll, though I will be for next time. Fortunately, the bursar arranged for a direct deposit of pay, instead of those awful time consuming cheques (up a week to clear in this country), so my bank account is currently happy.

Thursday was spent trying to assist about three groups of pupils through the process of creating model buildings for a presentation to other school and a team of designers next week. I'll go through a fuller description of this sad state of affairs at a future point, but, currently, the kids are still at a point that they will be embarrassing themselves, the teachers roped into this bombshell, and the school. Worse still, they know it and, despite any encouragement we can give them, they are feeling exceptionally unmotivated. It is really unfair to them as this is not a situation of their own making, but we are all stuck in it till the bitter (and likely humiliating) end.

Friday, on my way to [livejournal.com profile] imapunkin's place, some young punk tried to nick my MP3 player! I was on the first bus, standing at my seat whilst waiting for a group of about five young adults (late teens) to pass by me. The last youth in the line noticed the player and turned around to face me. He casually reached out, grabbed it, and unplugged the headphones before I quite realized what was happening. I snatched it from him and bellowed out an indignant "What do you think you are doing?!" in that certain I-am-about-to-tear-you-a-new-a**hole-so-wide-your-head-will-fall-through-it that only a seasoned teacher in the British school system can deliver.

Between that and the fact that I felt, and consequently did not demonstrate, absolutely no fear of him (though he was fairly athletic and towered over me by a good six inches), he was sufficiently intimidated to back off in a hurry, saying words to the effect of "Just chill!" Sadly, the whole incident had me fuming for the remainder of the trip. Fortunately, cuddles with [livejournal.com profile] imapunkin on my arrival soon had me relaxed.

Saturday saw the return of the petrol powered strimmer purchased two weeks ago as the engine kept cutting out. It was exchanged for a new one (an upgrade since the former was not in stock) and J. and I spent some bonding time putting it together. We also watched Coneheads, as well as the usual doses of Big Brother.

Sadly, though, the evening involved tears for [livejournal.com profile] imapunkin as she discovered she got ripped off for £100 by someone who used to be a trusted provider of doll parts. Said person had taken an advanced order on a doll she had been really looking forward to, but never delivered. His on-line store has subsequently disappeared off the net.

Late yesterday evening involved a lot of cuddles and chatter until we were both just too tired to continue (silly grin).

Today, in theory, I'll be headed back in the early evening to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] ekatarina to hang out and catch up. One topic of conversation will be how to deal with the current complication for Monday evening's plan of watching Titus Andronicus at the reconstruction of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The original idea was to book tickets for the yard (where all the "groundlings" get to stand for the whole performance (but arguably have the best view)), but, sadly, when I phoned in, I found out all that was left for advanced booking was seated with restricted viewing. The current options are to book a couple of those, or wait and call the box office on Monday to see if anything else is available.

Yep, it's been an interesting week!
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My camera is dead. I tried my hand at repairing it earlier today, as it had some form of dust inside that was messing up my shots. My warranty had long expired and getting a pro to do it would have been just too damn expensive, so I had little other choice. I wound up accidentally tearing a strip cable and that pretty much finished it. (sigh...) At least camera prices have come down a fair bit, so I should be able to manage some kind of replacement somewhere in the near future.

Dammit...

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