i am sparticus: Words

I wil ask of no-one

Today I saw a brick, it was brillaint, it was all fuzzy and stuff.
Why can't I think of anything blogworthy lately?
This post only exists so I have a definate point to say "look here, this is the worst post ever, NOTHING is as bad as this"

Junk of the day

I don't approve of spam. It's evil. I even made some flash pig thing about it. But today I got the best spam ever, the title reads...
Mark Are You Tired Of Being Short
How do they know these things?

Please Do Not Blog On The Grass

So I'll finally manage to blog after zee weekend, and was the weekend a happy source of fun :)
So yeah, in case you hadn't picked up from other posts my dearest buddy Helen was visiting over the weekend. So we went and saw Martin Grech on Friday (and I've already said how fantastic he was) and then we wandered round Sheffield on Saturday being evil and disobeying signs. *shocking*
And then on Sunday we went to church (as you do, being all Christian and working with a church), had lots of tea and "weak church squash™" and then ate lots of cooked dinner. Then we found out ALL THE TRAINS HAD BE BLOWN AWAY" thus forcing Helen to stay over night. Which no-one was unhappy about as everyone loves her.
So I preached in church on Sunday night. Twas incredibly scary but good fun none-the-less. Well maybe not good fun, but it was a worthwhile experience. And they made me wear a shirt, and a TIE!! AEVIL.
Then on Monday, I said goodbye to Helen and went to help out little kiddies with their lack of spelling and I.T. knowledge. and also their teachers with their lack of I.T. knowledge. And then finally I went home, to go out again to Pizza Hut with my ever so lovely pastoral carers (turns out that at least one of them went to the same uni at the same time as at least one of my parents). Anyway stuffed with pizza I returned home to watch the ever so hilarious last episode of the office. Which was also quite sad. (It was the last episode right?)
But as enjoyable as all that was, i was not nearly as great as the fact, that last weekend I asked out Helen and she (ever-so-foolishly) said yes. Mwahahahaha. Hooray!!
Sorry for the impersonalness of telling you all this way, but then at least you all find out more or less the same time.
HOORAY!!

Oh and sorry about the temporary awkardness of making comments, I should've fixed it by tonight

Tchrawagk... yes dad?

Being the evil rebels that we are, here's what me and Helen did yesterday
Evil Deed Number 1
Evil Deed Number 2
Aren't we aevil?
as punishment Helen has to stay another day because all the trains have been blown away due to high winds. Mwahahhaha
Sermon in 2 hours. Yerks

OPEN HEARRRRRRTT ZOOOOOO

Yesterday I had the joyous pleasure of seeing Mr. {martingrech} live in concert. Hooray.
So yes, we arrived super early, to find it had opened even supererererer earlier, but it didn't seem to matter. There upon we handed out lots of flyers to lots of people. And Helen being the bright clever girlie that she is gave one to Martin Grech himself. Hahaha it was brilliant. He looked most cheerful about it too.
So yes we saw him, and hes' amazing live, his voice holds out just as well live, AND open heart zoo sounds super better with like sweep picking (sunburn by muse style) and with a cool telecastertastic sound. Hooray for guitars. And he had amazing flares. Which I want.. oh and I have the setlist, and all the new songs are BRILL! Including one that sounds like the deftones on happy clappy indie drugs.
Hooray for rock music

Choooo Chooo

The best things about the fab new virgin trains are that you don't need walkmans... because they have power points for laptops. Ha puny walkman I mock your 90 minute limit, for today I had 55 hours of music at the touch of my finger. And when I got bored I could play solitaire, and photoshop random images I took
In the future all train journeys should be like this. Except with more free stuff, and less delays, and possibley nicer head phones.
I want my cheque now richard branson

Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls

Have you ever thought that

Mike Pilavachi (christian dude who runs Soul Survivor
looks like

Sad Sack (from the raggy dolls)
It leads me to presume they are actually THE SAME PERSON!! How strange and bizarre. But there we go. You heard it here first
Note this isn't my theory, it's actually Alasdair's but it's too good not to be thieved and stuck up online somewhere

Where's Walley?

I'll tell you. He's in Swansea. BOO!
Scared everyone here who didn't know, (And not many people didn't know, because Jit seems some people *cough* jaclyn and {caff} *cough*) by saying hello. It was most entertaining. Anyway, I'm in Swansea, although not for very long, I imagine long enough for me to not finish my new website, and not see everyone I should do. Oh and to take my phone into 02 to get it fixed and find that they need it for 14 days to fix it. So no phoning people for me then.
Huzzah

dah-duh-duh-dah dah

So gig reviews eh? I suppose I'd better do this properly (why i don't know)
Okay so once upon a time I went to london to see my dear friend helen, and happened to go when Kinesis where playing. Hooray. She was unfortuantely sick so I went off alone to find the garage in Highbury (it's very near Highbury tube station handily). Anyway once found I joined the queue!!
The Queue
Once in this queue thing I got interrogated by some drunk girls in front of me (Baring more than a passing resemblence to tal and lau and {kate and caff}) before two slightly more sober people joined the queue behind me. These people (ollie and rob) for reference proved slightly better companions and much less drunk. But the main highlight of the Queue was a slightly dazed looking {conor} wandering out to go find some food, and stopping to chat with me (he's lovely see). This was especially funny because messiuers rob and ollie found his presence so awesome that they couldn't stop going "you're great" mwahahaha. Twas brill. Right so then we went inside and stood frontish to see the first band perfom
The black madonnas
They clearly wanted to be a cool garage band, the sort that NME loves, yet they where secretly harbouring indie pretensions and spent a good deal of their time in Muse-like guitar warblings, so where much enjoyable. I liked them and wouldn't mind seeing em again sometime. Hooray for them then. However they couldn't compare slightly to the mighty...
{kinesis}
They started with Zyklon B if I remember correctly, which is a very good starting song. It ended with Conor whirling around and collapsing on the floor in a heap of guitarness. Hooray! then came more songs... ummm I think it was "...And They Obey" next which was full of more noodlings, then was conveyor belt destruction, and what I think is a new one. Both are fab, and one of them was dedicated to little old me (bless conor's little cotton socks, he really is quite lovely). So yes they rocked, adn then tom stepped on michaels pedal board causing it to all fall apart and Dan the roadie man had to run onstage to fix it. Then came black holes, (I still say "flowers are dead" is better but they both rock lots anyway) and then another new one, which was superb and stuff. Then finally came "Everything Destroys Itself" and "Billboard Beauty" both of which where ace. And then they finish with a mighty kerfuffle of guitars and noisemongering. Twas excellent. Best Kinesis gig yet I reckon. Oh and I forgot to mention my t-shirt and the much mirth it caused, the mightyness of conor's pedal board, and the guns and roses riffage. Hooray for sweet child of mine. Anyway next came...
The Beatings
This band where okay. Really, but nothing special and only got good towards the end, but by then it was too late. Still they where alrighty I suppose, but I'm not a huge nu-garage-rock fan. So yeah
afterwards
I went and annoyed conor selling merchandise, where he snuck me a free stencil thing. Woohoo. Then we discussed guns and roses, and tour dates and I went back to helenos. thoroughly happy
Hooray for rock.
Oh yeah and they filmed all of the kinesis gig and my head as well. What's that all about???

Remember Sharon

Yo... let's play the guess where sparticus is game!
Or let's not as I'm not on my computer and thus have no way of showing you photos to guess with.
But yes anyway... I'm in LONDON! vibrantest city of the world or something. It's really rather jolly, with many a thing to do.
Mostly though I've been wandering around looking confused, but perhaps more excitingly, I've done interesting stuff!
So interesting stuff that has been done...
Possibly seeing an MTV presenter. (okay that's a bit dull but still)
Seeing the wonderousness that is The British Museum. Oh my it's brilliant! I saw the rosetta stone, which was great, and a huge new big roof thing. ROCK!!
But not as Rock as the mighty {kinesis} who where amazing... but I think deserve a seperate entry later.
I also rode tubes, saw posh houses, and laughed at quaint london village customs. (like pushing old grannies out of the way)
Oh and seeing my dear buddy Helen C was great too...
so that's all groovey
Hooray for London

The flesh will be...

Woohoo! they just played {kinesis} on Radio 1, in the daytime. Hooray for Kinesis, Hooray for Mark and Lard!
And I'm seeing them on Friday! Hooray for gigs.
Now if only I can concentrate enough to plan this youth group meeting
oh btw mr trebus and for good measure mr trebus

what is going on?

More mysterious people signing comments on old entries.. today it's this entries turn
Most odd. And even odder is that the IP address traces to the USA.
Got my tickets for {kinesis} and the beatings today. Hooray for Rock and Roll

She's only seen what I say

Right everyone go have a look at this page... it'll open on the sidebar thing, so you can read both this and that in parallel.
Okay so yeah flick down to the last comment, go on.
What the?
I mean the guy can say what he want's,I'm not going to object to him voicing his opinions as it's a free country and all (although I still have to pay taxes grrr). I can't even be bothered to argue against his point... so why was I writing this again?
oh yeah that's it. The entry is like a good few months old, hey it's from about when I applied to careforce, putting it about mid June time. Jubilee time anyway, so what did he search through {google} for the monarchy and find this? or did he (hey it could be a she actually. It'll be They from now on) just happen to be scrolling through all my old entries and find it.
Either way...
I can't actually object, I suppose I let people comment on my old entries, and I suppose I allow them to be listed on google, AND I'm all for free speech.
So um yes, if your read this Mr/Mrs person feel free to comment on this entry.

"people keep on saying I have funny expressions, personally I can't see it"

and it makes me mad

Hey everyone!!!
GUESS WHAT!!!
ONLY 11 SHOPPING WEEKENDS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!

Best start putting those jolly decorations up now then, because there ain't nothing more christmasy than decorations in October

Dog-on-a-stick

This is a dog

It's name is jasmine, and it's the thickest dog ever. That's right, thicker than any dog you know. Even the Jasmine that belongs to the Martin household in Swansea.
This dog is so thick that it got it's head stuck in a bin, and it ran into a door. It is currently exiled out of my room due to the fact that I can't get any work done with her around as she sticks her huge wet nose in my armpit and then grabs my work of the bed and then rubs it all over the floor.
If anyone has any suggestions of how to get rid of this dog, please let me know. Currently my theory is "put her in a cupboard till she goes away" but this poses many problems, not least the fact that it's highly illegal

cat-tastic

harvest-tastic

It's Harvest people, wake up and smell the coffee. Or possibly the aroma of freshly baked bread ground from the corn harvested from the acres of field across the road. Either that or it was all brought from Tescos, all I know is it's going to be really rather hard to take it all down. Good thing I'm working in a school all monday then.

this should be done

I suppose I should tell you all about my exciting time away, and boy and gosh it was exciting.
I went off on Monday, with my bag on back and a song in my heart (Which was feeling a bit odd with a kind of crampyness over it, but more of that later) and arrived at sheffield station to meet up with someone I have never met before, a dude named Ken. I found him, and then we boarded a train too... STOCKPORT. Then we changed there to go to Shrewsbury. It was all very exciting, but not as exciting as the big mansion we arrived at. It's like the fame academy one, but it's falling apart more, and nearer Wales (1 mile away!).
Once there I met some people, found my room (shared with a guy who snored soooo much, again more later though) and found that the downstairs lounge has a really really "far superior to school" foozball table (I still suck at one on one but can still get OT on them when playing 2 on 2 in defence). Right so that out of the way I ate food, met lots of people, met one of Helen's (stetler girl) friends, which was odd as I texted helen about it whilst helen was e-mailing her. Met some more people and went to lots of talkshops. I then bought a cool careforce hoody, so now I have a overtly christian item of clothing, something I've always felt I was missing...
The rest of the week went pretty fast, meeting lots of people all of whom are very friendly as they are all very much like you. Which is great, and I found out how to cure the crampyness over my heart (which I have been getting lately) it's simply to drink lots of coffee, because someone called Katy persuaded me to drink 4 cups of coffee within the space of 30 minutes and I haven't felt better in ages.
So to sum up..
High points

• I met people


• I felt happier


• I feel more like a youth worker and less like a bum


• I found out coffee is probably good for me


• I've met loads of people in my area doing this thing, although no-one too close to me :(

Low points

• Didn't get much sleep as one of the guys in my room snored so much that we couldn't sleep, and throwing pillows at him just made it worse


• I got a bit jealous of people being all "oh yeah my placement we change kids lives every day and it's the roughest place in the world ever"


• and so I got a bit annoyed at the general level of hypocrisy, but then it wasn't too bad really, and everyone agreed that they where hypocritical, so that's alright

The End.

On but lions and tigers and heffalumps

Hey everyone, today I spent most of my day buying stamps and then sticking them on envelopes, it was most thrilling. I ran around lots too as I only have small legs. I was almost sat on on the train but I escaped.

I also wore my carefore conference name badge because noone recognised me as when I woke up this morning I was a tiny little pig. This may also explain why this post is so short and rubbish because I have to type with my little hands and my brain has shrunk.
Oh and I played Super Mario Sunshine, and it's brilliant

To make a point

As I was walking along a road I came to a high bridge over a fast flowing river and standing upon it was a man. The man looked poised to jump so I ran over to him and said, "Don't jump! Don't you know that suicide is wrong? don't you believe in God?"
"Why yes" replied the man "I do indeed believe in God"
"Well so doI What God do you believe in?"
"I believe in the God of the Christian faith"
"So do I, are you a catholic or a protestant?"
"I am a protestant" said the man as he stood on the bridge above the torrent of water below
"Me too! Are you an evangelical one?"
"That I am?"
"And are you a baptist?"
"Well yes, I am a baptist"
"Me too!! I'm an evangelical baptist, but are you a southern baptist or a northern baptist?"
"Northern of course"
"Wow ME TOO!, so you're a evangelical northern baptist? are you reformed or not?"
"Well I'm a reformed evangelical northern baptist"
"Me too" said I, practically unable to contain my excitement now "I'm also a reformed evangelical northern baptist! But I suppose you are a pre-episcoal reformed evangelical northen baptist"
"No actually I'm a post-episcoal reformed evangelical northern baptist!"
"ME TOO! I'm a post-episcoal reformed evangelical northern baptist, are you a 1897 doctrine, post-episcoal reformed evangelical northern baptist?" I exclaimed,
"Well no actually I'm a 1915 doctrine, post-episcoal reformed evangelical northern baptist" he said to me, so I ran up to the heretic and pushed him off the bridge.
™ some christian speaker, who probably stole it from some other christian speaker, but it makes a good point