Owen's Blog

Well plan’s are underfoot. Iouk.com will be moving, it will form part of BGeek.net a geeky news, lifestyle portal. And I’ll be encouraging people to join in by having blogging sections on most Science/Geek subjects. Perticullarly passionate about your subject, enough to B Geek then email me, and I’ll consider it.

People warned me this point would come, but knowing you are going to be depressed doesn’t make it any easier.
Derby has become a very lonely place. I miss having friends around me and people I can just meet up with in the pub.

I really want to meet people. But don’t know how to go about it. I’ve been researching clubs and societies here in derby and the only thing that appeals to me is the Am. Dram. Club around here. But that’ll prob be full of 40y.o. women!

Sure this mood will pass in time.

Looks like everyone wants a piece of the American election action. But this has to be the best video I’ve seen,
http://whitehousewest.com/
Will Ferrell rocks!

Perhaps everyone in the world (or maybe not the 10 or so contries the US dosen’t have a presence) should get a vote?

Why do people believe it is fun or enjoyable to take away someone else’s right to have a good night? Went out last night with Amy and her friends Sarah, Marie, Worchep (polish and sure I’m spelling the name wrong), and Worchep’s girlfriend.
Now before I go into detail about what happened I need to give a bit of background.

Marie was the girl I went on a ‘date’ with a few weeks back, and I really enjoyed myself but unfortunately she’s been working hellish hours and so I haven’t seen her for about 3 weeks. So anyway last night was the first time I’d seen her and understandably (I think) I wanted to know where I stood. Anyway on with the story…

We were having an OK night, well I was having a shit night because all I wanted to do was chat with Marie and she was having a good time with Amy and co. so I couldn’t bring myself to just try and get into a conversation with her. So we end up where it seems we always end up, in coyote wild. So things seem to be ok between Marie and myself, I manage to get some time at the bar with her to explain that really don’t know if I can handle only seeing her for one night a month, and that I like her but don’t know what to do! To which she replies “I like you too” (“SCORE” methinks!) then she promptly (and I mean within the time it takes me to drink the drink I bought during above described conversation) starts flirting with a group of guys who are round her like flies on … well on the thing that I felt like at that point.

So anyway I manage to stick around for about one more drink after which I’ve had enough of feeling about an inch high while I watch Marie, not quite understanding what she was trying to do to me (torture felt like a good option at that point). After which I went home and had a quick rant to my housemates and settled into an episode of 24.

Unfortunately it would seem that what I saw, and my interpretation of events was less than the full picture. For after about 5 minutes of 24 (I think Jack had just got to saying “The following takes place between…..”) the front door slams and there is a racket downstairs. I would love to say I was concerned and went downstairs of my own volition but, thinking it was Amy being drunk, I just shouted shut up.

Soon Sarah arrives at the door to the living room looking more than a little worried and explains to me that there is something wrong with Marie! (Doh, I’d just made a personal pledge not to speak to her again too.) So I proceed downstairs to help out with what I was thinking would be a very drunk Marie. But there’s definitely something else up. Considering they left about 5 minutes after me, and I was drinking about drink for drink with Marie, I can safely say she shouldn’t have been that drunk. Sarah and myself proceed to give her a lift home (Sarah does the driving, I do the sitting in the back like a moron thing) and we make sure she’s comfortable (a friend that lives close turns up to look after her).

So turns out that she was drugged at some point (looking back those blokes were awfully eager) with what she things was GB40. Which I still have trouble comprehending.

But what I really eats my noodle is that now I can’t be angry with her!

Well what a crap weekend that was, and it started out so well.

Went back to my parents for the weekend and met up with Huw and Emerson for the Friday night which was good fun (ended up drinking some foul carling bottles that got me very, very drunk (only just about remember the walk home and that was after just four bottles and two pints!).

However then things started downhill, or more accurately they nosedived off a cliff and crashed into the rocks below at a great pace screaming to be saved….

I was woken (with a hangover) by my mum informing me, in the calm but concerned way that only mothers can, that someone had jumped on the roof of my car and put a dent in it.

Now imagine the headache and I mean HEADACHE as I went to the window expecting to see a small dent in the roof, only to find an impression about a meter in diameter and about an inch deep in my BRAND NEW car’s roof!!

Luckily I managed to pop the main dent out of the roof and am now left with a few creases in place, so if anyone knows someone who can fix it?

Needless to say I wasn’t that happy. And then the illness took hold. I was sick on Sunday evening and most of Monday, which was less than fun.

Having said that I got to see Hell Boy which was actually not too bad a yarn, not something I want to go see again but something I enjoyed nevertheless.

All in all I need to have a good weekend this time, but should do as it’s big BBQ day on Saturday [note to self: must go and get the food and beer tonight!] and Andy, Jon and Pete are coming down for a visit (bought an inflatable mattress so they wont have to sleep on the floor!)

This season I will be mostly listening to crap music….. Ok so I know it’s only polite to put up with your flatmates shitty music choices without complaining (I mean I lived with Alex for long enough!!) but the endless barrage of meaningless hip hop crap that comes from Amy’s room is starting to grate. Ok so this is a meaningless rant, I don’t want her to turn it off, as then she can’t say anything when I start listening to my Hed Kandi and the likes. Napster and ITunes however, I can moan about. Bring on the old days where I would have access to obscure music off other people without paying (although I would pay now for the same service) instead now I have to limit myself to popular music, as decided by the boffins at Napster/ITunes/Any other music service. The whole beauty of the P2P services were their ability to have such a massive range of music…. One day you hear a tune on a film/TV show and you want to listen to it so you go download it.. your mate needs a good party cd.. sort it out…. Now I’ll be lucky just to be able to listen to the Eagles over the service. This is defeating the best part about online music… CHOICE. The Record industry need to wake up and smell the coffee. The beauty of this service for them is not the mainstream artists, after all you can pick them up in the shops, but the obscure or old artists that only a minority of people listen to and perhaps don’t get stocked by bricks and mortar. Online music services are a relatively cheap way to maintain a small revenue stream from these artists. Also I think that the whole way artists are paid to reflect the new medium. Perhaps a central pool of moneys that a certain amount of record sales/online sales are legally forced to contribute… and then the wages paid from these.. as apposed to labels owning the tracks (The internet is in essence label-less!)

Building myself a new PC too. The case alone looks heavenly:

Gonna make it GLOW.