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Tuesday 28 January 2014

Worlds

War was on.

A girl traveled the empty streets of her homeworld, evading the military of another world, who had recently invaded the land. Their crafts hovered above, trying to trace her down, and she hoped she could get to the safe house. She was vital in overpowering the invading forces, having heaps of knowledge on them, gained before they found out she was a spy.

Through a park full of uncaring children, and along a busy street, she arrived, having successfully evaded the crafts. She went up the stairs to her computer.

The imaginary worlds I created as I walked from place to place weren't always like that, but often were. Exciting and dangerous, or full of mystery and plain weirdness. At a younger age, I was a superhero, able to fit through very thin gaps and escape the school playground. At other times, the school playground turned into a chocolate factory. I might be a prisoner, or a police officer in wild car chases. I would teach my toys things, like numbers and other things. This was the fun side.

Then there was the more mundane side, venting/talking to someone about bullies and siblings and how things were confusing and stuff like that. I ended up in arguments a lot during lessons, and it was really frustrating and confusing. People were confusing.

Imaginary worlds weren't. They were straightforward. You're the police, now catch that bad guy. This is a chocolate factory, it makes chocolate. You're a spy, now go to the safe house which is also your dad's house. Completely predictable, unlike the real world.

Chirp reality. The world of imagination is far more awesome. They even have their own number, i (the square root of -1), as well as all the other complex numbers.

Tuesday 14 January 2014

Our Survey Says...

...something or other, the feedback given by people to a company to help them improve their services.

But even though I have the time for a survey any webpage may bug my screen with, I don't want to bloody well do one.

So stop covering my view of what I want to look at, and stop being so intrusive!

If I have any opinions on your website that I wish to convey to you, then I would like a link somewhere to a feedback page, or an email address, where I can tell you what I think. Or if you're just looking at a generic audience and what they're like or something like that, a poll I can scroll past without having to press a button to get back to the stuff I want to do.

There are things I can accept. Adverts, as long as a) they're not flashing, b) not containing disturbing images, or c) not an auto playing advert with audio. If I get desperate next year (or the years to follow) as a university student, you might see adverts on here (as well as a recommendation to get some form of AdBlock). I doubt it would pay much, but you never know, and I'd probably remove them the second I wasn't desperate any more. I'm not even sure that I would have them in the first place, but as I don't believe in fortune telling or psychic-ness in general (except in Pokemon, because it's a game), I doubt I can tell what my thought processes about that will be in the future.

Ooh, let's see the people who believe in that sort of stuff make comments on it. Then again, I doubt they're reading. And if you do believe, I hope you're not getting cheated by somebody who claims to be such but isn't, because that would be sad and you have all my sympathies. If it's because things are bad right now, they will get better, promise. But it doesn't hurt to be skeptical about these things.

It is good to be skeptical sometimes. Surveys don't need to be an obstacle on viewing a site. But we who share our material with the rest of the world like to receive feedback on our stuff so we can improve and get better and such like.

#Idon'tknowwhatI'mwritingsometimes

Tuesday 7 January 2014

Life Goes On

A lot of the stuff I write on here is about my past, tales from the younger me who was brainless and clueless - which is what we all think of our younger selves.

Day to day life is a lot more boring. Get up, go to college (well, school college, rather than University - though that's going to change soonish, most likely), climb the hill back, relax, go to bed. It's a load of routine and so on.

But there is work to do and that is interesting, as well as all the learning, keeping an eye on University offers, playing games that are old and not so old, keeping up with the OTT, and the occasional teaching myself Python when I feel like it, that's all good and interesting.

Today, at least half of my Maths class - including me - got completely drenched in our walk to college. One guy lost a fair bit of his work because his bag wasn't waterproof enough, and it really wasn't the ideal way to have lessons.

This made me realize that my eyesight is bloody awful - and yet still better than my sight with wet and misted glasses on.

How bad? Even if I were good with faces, I still wouldn't recognize the person right in front of me.

This is a rather pointless post, just a note - life is kinda busy at the moment, but will be with you - hopefully routinely.

Okay?