Havin' a Glitch Time...

I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year and so I've been writing in all the places I shouldn't have been. I am well on top of my word count though, as this screenshot attests to:

I think this document is trying to become a TARDIS.

Five Little Notes

1: If you're draining rice, make sure not to get all of it in the sink. That would just be a disaster.

2: Corned beef tins should always come with a key. No excuses. (and stick a spare one on top just in case the other one falls off. We don't all have pliers, you know!)

3: Some people get anxious over having exams. Others completely ignore that and get nervous about the bit in between arriving at the building and entering the exam hall.

4: The Calculus should be easier than the Probability was. (I am referring to exams, of course)

5: I get a lot of email telling me what's popular in my network. I pay very little attention to it.

They Know Who I Am

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Inner-Minim: You scream like a boy.

This one's going to take time to get used to. It's catching my attention more than the orange blinky light telling me that my battery is definitely beyond hope now if it wasn't before (although it probably was)

*Click*

Yes, Chrome, that's exactly right, I am a dark blue figure with no neck, no limbs, and am encased in a bubble. I think that last one's true enough, actually. But still, imagine if I were!

I love you, Google. Really, I do. And I'm not just saying this because of your email, your blogging platform, your browser, your maps on my phone, and your search engine, all of which I get a useful use out of. I have to love you, or you'd reveal the things I've been Googling in you. ;) (I guess the most embarrassing thing would be people finding out that my body is reminding me that it's female - oh shit, I've just leaked it. And for those of you shrieking "TMI!" or "Ew!" through your monitor screens, you really need to consider that this approach is unlikely to work. You need to shriek through your microphone, like you're recording over the loudest sounds ever. And then save it and promptly forget about it until one day you're looking through your massive system of folders and then you listen over it again in several months and are just left thinking "WTF?!")

(Also, name it "the-cake-is-a-lie<file system code bit like .png for images or .docx for Word Documents even though I barely ever use those anyway).

(I don't even know what I'm talking about any more)

Yes Google, I do love you, but I do feel that it's a little bit odd that you are determined to make sure I know my name no matter where I browse. I mean, I know my name. This isn't really an essential feature.

All I'm saying is, a more useful feature would be "How to become a pirate ninja."

Anyone want some words?

They're free, you know, and you can use them as many times as you like, so long as you can remember them.

I'd like a few words to put onto this page right now. Maybe I need a word collection book thing to give me a good supply of them.

Sometimes, it's hard to know what word is appropriate to use in a certain context. Other times you know what word your friend needs to put in their sentence, but they don't.

Let the predominance of words always be remembered by us, I say, using such things to communicate this idea as effectively as I can. Even numbers are just special words with special properties attached to them.

After all, words are things which we take for granted.

Happy 2015!

It is now 2015 and so a new year. So, happy new year!

Now, go eat some cake.

Late

It's still Thursday in some parts of the world.

I'm just saying.

*Minim with a busy/lazy face on*

I'll leave it for you to decide which of the two cases it is.

*angelic*

Hello Readers

Hey readers,

I know you're out there. I can tell. I see your views, the returners and the first-timers, and all that jazz. A few of you have contacted me about the blog through forums. (Note that this is not optimal and that you really should use the comments section. There's a button under the title of each post. Note that this does not apply to Moth, who is special and also my mother. <3) I know you're listening and I quite like it.

I know last Thursday's update didn't happen. If anyone was disappointed then I apologise wholeheartedly. (I don't know y'all well enough to say whether any of you were disappointed. Maybe we could chat sometime? ;) ) Feeling grotty gets in the way of things, you know? But, this is just another weblog. There's a sea of them out there.

Sometimes I wonder why anyone would pick to read this little corner of the internet when there's a vast array of better-written, better focused, more popular blogs out there. I guess I must be doing something right. You're all awesome for reading this clutter of randomness, anyway.

Words are powerful in the right hands, and also in the wrong ones. That is a redundant way of saying that words are powerful. Lots of people seem to have picked up on that. Words are more powerful the more they're heard. Words can spread too, and I guess that means we all ought to be careful if we don't want to abuse the power these words can give us.

I don't know why I'm writing to you all, but I do know that you are all awesome people. Took me years to believe that I'm just as awesome as you are now, but that's how life operates sometimes. Love yourself, but don't be afraid to change yourself either.

We are living in an age where people are able to communicate almost instantly to people on the opposite side of the planet. Yesterday, a spacecraft landed on a comet for the first time in forever, enabling us to learn more about the universe that we live in. (And then the scientists had a big party to celebrate, but the rest of us didn't aid the mission and so weren't invited. And so it should be - they did good, the rest of us just observed, if that). And that is just brilliant and fabulous and awesome.

Guys, everything is awesome.

(Hands up everyone who has now got 'Everything Is Awesome' stuck in their head)

Fluffy!

I have a squishy cushion and it's so fluffy I'm gonna die! Or at least get tickled a lot.

I have a cough and cold and it should go die in a fire - only not with me still attached. That would be a bit painful. I considered ripping my lungs out, but I decided that the risks just weighed over the benefits.

All of the diseases should go and die in all the fires.

University life is pretty interesting at the moment - finding your way around, meeting people, eating apples (because when a flatemate arrives with bags and bags of apples he doesn't know what to do with you get some of your own - although I didn't know he had them until after the event)

#zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Nothing

Nothing to see here. Move along please.

I'm being lazy, okay?

Doodles

Writing can get a bit difficult. Doodles are always fun.

Apparently it's insulting when you apologize to a shoe (an object that has a useful purpose in protecting your feet) but not to some dumb-ass cat (which you didn't kick, but you did kick the shoe, and kicking is something one apologizes for, so what you did remains a mystery). The cat doesn't care - it's a cat. The shoe does.

This will be really badly translated.

Yes, I put 'This will be really badly translated' through Bad Translator. And it gave 'This is a poor translation' back. Hmm.

We're forgetting something. Something important.

Ahh, that's more like it. That cake doesn't actually have any calories in. Because it's an image on your screen.

Greenfields

Life is always better with an ice-cream soda in hand, perched in a seat with a few other people around, all quietly enjoying themselves with some minor chatter about what they've bought in their trip into town, or reading a newspaper, or maybe they're writing in their notebooks. Or am I the only person doing that? It's not busy, but we're nowhere near lunchtime yet, so it'll likely get busier later.

While my particular love is of a coke with a bit of ice-cream on the top, which, I note, is a bit like Butterbeer, others go for a simple lemonade, a nice pot of tea, or a cup of coffee. Lemonade is cool, but a cup of tea is not my cup of tea (try to untangle that one, and then tell me I shouldn't be literal-minded!) and I'd only drink coffee if you paid me a million pounds (anyone want to see that and got the cash to spare?). Tea and Coffee lovers need those drinks in the morning to give them a big boost, but not of the chocolate variety.

A nice meal can be had, too, or even just a plate of chips. A father and daughter may choose to share a plate between them and play Pick Up Chips, a game not unlike Pick Up Sticks, with the bonus that you get to eat the results, and they are lovely (and possibly weighted towards the daughter, but as I'm talking about myself a fair while ago, I don't particularly care). Chips are a beautiful counter-act to the mouth freeze that ice-cream may give you, and the soda can cool your mouth down after it's warm from chips, encouraging a beautiful cycle of sweet treat and and... well, chips.

This would be the place we would go to after a decent shop around town. After going around all the shops, like, for instance, Tiger, and Lush (these two both came in later though) and Thorntons and maybe picking up yet another pair of glasses at Specsavers (I've had a few of those in my time, and it's my eyes who are at fault here, after they made an optician think I was lying because they were that bad/evil because I'm not that good at lying and I was a million times worse back then), and if there was a Lego Store in my town centre I would go to that too only my town centre isn't the greatest anyway and there is no Lego Store here (but there is one not a million miles away and you can always buy Lego over the internet or in other shops), but after doing all of your shopping, you could go here and take a break. And there are better shopping places, in better areas, but none of them have the bonus of a stopping point I've loved to go to since before I remember.

And in the days before I remember, I was much more inclined to have hissy fits because I couldn't have my way, and I had one over us not going there even though we were in town. My tiny mind at that point hadn't yet come to grips with the fact that having a temper tantrum in the middle of town was not a good way to conduct yourself, and were very much a sure way that you would not get whatever you desired, as the mother's foot that gets put down stays put down. She'll just let you yell your head off right there, and no amount of cajoling, crying, moaning, arguing, persuading, begging, whining, screaming, shouting, yelling, weeping, yelping, barking or just generally being a pain in the arse is going to unstick that foot from the ground, however much nothingness is in an atom.

A nice little corner of a shopping centre: now that's my style.

A Block

Today, my brain is all out of inspiration...

...for this blog post.

The story running around in there, the fanfic, that's still inspiring like crazy. I want to know what happens with these characters, the original and practically original characters who've turned up, and how the established characters will deal with it also as they're a bit older.

I have never known a block to be that specific.

100% of bloggers in this house are having that difficulty. Well, as far as I know, I'm the only blogger in this house, so that's easy for me to say. 100% of people in this house are related to each other. 75% of girls in my Further Maths class this year were also in my Physics class. 33% of the Maths teachers I had this year were considered to be the God of Maths by my FM class.

The sample sizes there weren't very large. And the sample sizes of surveys advertised for companies who want to sell you stuff don't tend to be much better, and you don't know who they are either, but who they are may have a certain impact on the data.

I'd look awesome with a portal gun, especially with my waterfall of hair that can hurt a bit if I sit on it the wrong way.

Often I clap once in enthusiasm or joy or something like that (I clap more after a show is finished, I promise!). I can do that wrong sometimes and it hurts a bit, but it didn't hurt either although to my brother it sounded bone-breaking.

Snakes are cool.

Lizards are cool.

But you still won't find a snake wearing a fez. Or maybe you would. I have no idea. Maybe if I mention it someone with the right skills and the time and a more advanced program than MS Pain - I mean Paint! I mean Paint! Even if MS is being a pain with the updates thing! - will concoct an image. Or at least Google it.

Hey, I found a whole Drawception game of snakes wearing fezzes. Go enjoy!

Important

Whenever you're procrastinating on writing your blog...

...for any reason...

...never ever get yourself lost on Cracked or TVTropes.

Ever.

Funnily enough, after finishing my array of exams, inspiration on the blog side has dried up somewhat. Apart from this image:

That's one reason you shouldn't have long hair.

But long hair is goddamned awesome, so who cares?

Just One More

Exams are nearly over,
What we've all been waiting for.
Physics is completely done,
And now there is just one more.

And then a long summer,
to write and write and write,
And play games, and do stuff,
No deadlines to keep tight.

I am not a poet,
Just a fan of Maths.
And also lots of other things,
Like some crazy gaffs.

Exam Special

Yes, I think the exam I had today went good.

Today's little extra is a few TED talks. Enjoy!

Share

Exam season specials means random sharing of random things.

So, here's some asdf. Comical and random. What more could you want?

(An internet party on Monday, maybe? *joking*)

Notebook

It is not uncommon for me to have a notebook with me. It's a space I can write, doodle, list things freely, without commenting.

I have my current notebook with me at the moment, so I'm obviously going to explore it.

I bought it about a year ago. It has a translucent, stripey cover to it, and through it you can clearly read what I wrote on the pages on the outside (which were the only unlined pages and probably were supposed to remain blank, but never mind). My name and ID number are clearly visible on the front page, as is my blog address and my doodles. Also, the words "Don't Panic!" and underneath, in brackets, 'large, friendly letters.'

On the other side of the blank page is a false copyright (is that bad?) and a warning.

Because it's not 'actually' copyrighted, if you dare attempt to steal my ideas, you pulchritudinous pig, then the spiders will get you. (Unless you've got a cat. Then the cat will be reprogrammed and then the spiders will get you)

Underneath this, two spiders. That'll stop them, I'm sure.

And then, the first page has stolen words on it.

Up next, story planning. Thoughts about characters I'd made up, the children of characters well-established in another series of books. Or grandchildren, or those who know these children and grandchildren. And then, three word definitions. Then, a small excerpt of an alternate universe to a book series. A doodle. And then a lot of crossed-out arithmetic. And then, a load of website recommendations, with this blog at the top. In fact, this notebook gets a lot of mentions of my blog. Like it's "Minim's Pad, Part 2" or something.

And here at the end of a list of things to Google, it says 'and anything else you want to google.' Well, that's something to do.

Names list comes next (oh, look, what a surprise...), and doodles and randomness again fill the day. Including doodles like this:

Another quote: "For shameless self promotion I will write minimspad.blogspot.co.uk again and again and again."

Next, some notes I have on a game I don't have any more, some green writing that is slightly morbid, then some writing in various random colours. Then a 'page for penning' which does not have all that much 'penning' on it. Then a page on xkcd (Because when it's not self-promotion it's promotion of xkcd *sigh*) and then more names because a minim notebook without names lists is a minim notebook without names lists. One was started on 2013-06-10. I know because it tells me what yesterday's date was. The next page boldly starts "Project Proposal" but it's only a note as to who to send it to. And at that point I had little idea what problems said 'project' might hold and I was all for it.

The next several pages contain comics. One of a coach journey has various people talking, and one of them is saying "Help. This chair was drawn incorrectly." Little follow up:

After the comics, this little bit of weirdness:

if newYear = 1:

    print("Happy New Year!")

elif newYear > 1:

    print("What the hell?!")

else:

    print("You can't restart your life today.")

More randomness follows, with a boast of "I have a left-handed ruler." Guess what I had just received? Then, more comics.

Later, a book list that started off well but never got past one book. And then, in response to the advert that came out after the National Lottery decided to raise the price of a ticket to £2 rather than the £1 it was at:

We're justifying

The rise in pricing

To those who're buying

on Saturday.

This is just under a doodle of house roofs. Not long after, there is a rant. I was trying to sum up why I want to Maths at university:

-logical and systematic and beautiful.

-Other than that I have no fucking idea. I just like it?

Later on, I also mention that I have "very good procrastination skills." I was trying to do points for my personal statement, but at the time I was so frustrated with it because I had little idea about myself, and you need a good idea of yourself to write a personal statement.

A story in fragmented lines. And then some joking around with questions from lessons.

Explain why the electric field strengths at two points, A and B, the same distance from a positive point charge, are not identical.

My answer? No.

Also, thou shall not post the flashy .gif without warning people first. I will not post the flashiness, this commandment is from one of my many ramblings about the xkcd comic Time and its dedicated thread.

Just remember, folks:

In a world of DARKNESS...

...there is a light.

...

...

Damn it, where's the switch?

Happy 100 Posts!

I love you all!

Yes, all of you!

Especially you.

I don't know why I'm celebrating this 100th post because, you know, it's just a number of posts, but here I am.

100 is the binary for 4.
100 is the square of 10.
100 is a totally cool awesome number.

So, ask me anything. In the comments. Seriously anything.

I don't think I've used that button before.

Who knows? We may come out with a half-decent interview.

Guys...

I hope searching 'minim banana' or 'minims cakes' can get you what you want...

...but I'm not sure you'll find it here.

Here is just a load of random posts, some about some teenager who is not likely to be your long-lost [insert relative here], and who chirps the most random stuff when she wants.

If this is not your stop, learn the route and see if you like it at another time, unless you don't actually want to go any further.

I thank you for your co-operation in this matter.

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?