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I had a peculiar experience this evening. It’s something that happens to me every now and then, a few times a year. I go to sleep early – much earlier than I would normally – late afternoon or early evening, and I wake up at around ten o’clock, and, because I don’t often have naps like this, it feels like it’s the morning. So right now, I feel wide awake. I assume it’s because my routine is fairly consistent, and, as I said, I nap perhaps once or twice a year, and so it’s peculiarly disorienting. I fell asleep at about five, and woke up at half nine, but it felt like it was much later.

YES I’M FULLY AWARE THAT’S NOT VERY INTERESTING.

In all honesty, though, it’s the most interesting thing that happened to me today. Beyond that, it would be ‘I said goodbye to my brother who’s gone camping, then sat around watching Stargate, ate some lunch, did some work, felt a bit sick then went to sleep’. Which is probably about as dull as ‘Isn’t it weird when you fall asleep in the afternoon and then wake up and it feels like the morning?’ There you go. I would, however, like to recommend the really rather good Extra Credit (or whatever it was called before), a series of videos by Daniel Floyd, which has recently moved to The Escapist. Also, the Ray Peacock podcast, the podcast that Peacock and Gamble did before the Peacock and Gamble podcast, featuring Raji James, who ruined Eastenders, as their punching bag. I would have said it was even funnier than the current Peacock and Gamble podcast. (the link is to the directory containing the podcasts – it’s the only place I’ve found where you can get the old stuff. Scroll down a bit. It’s really, really good. That’s all for today, see you tomorrow!

Those of you who know me, which is to say, many of you, will know that I’m a bit too fat. Quite a lot too fat, actually, and so I’ve been taking the opportunity that the freedom of holidays affords me to do some more excercise. I’ve been going on a walk of about three and a half miles for about an hour and a half every day. I must say, I’m feeling an awful lot better. It’s infinitely preferable to sitting around doing nothing all day, and it means I sleep better in the evenings. I even feel cheerier. All in all, I’d say it’s a jolly good thing to be doing. I’d encourage anyone struggling with their weight to do the same.
Yeah, not much today. More tomorrow. See you then!

I’ve spent the last few minutes playing The Curfew, an educational online game created by Channel 4 in conjunction with Littleloud, and written by Kieron Gillen. Calling it an online educational game created by Channel 4 might be underselling it somewhat, in that you’ll probably assume it’s terrible. Well, it isn’t that terrible. It’s actually a rather interesting experiment, and I think it’s more engaging than most of the awful crud masquerading as learning resources that’s out there. It’s meant to teach you about political awareness and civil liberties and suchlike. The story is told though your interactions with four characters, of which only one is accessible at the moment. You’re meant to decide who’s trustworthy enough to hand some secret data over to by listening to their stories – playing through them in flashback – and you find out about the totalitarian police state the country has become, with your secret data potentially being the key to overthrowing the government, although there’s a rather obvious plot point which would seem to suggest what the data is, and some of this does seem a little heavy-handed, but hey ho, it’s not terrible, and the world has at least been well-imagined. Go and play it, see for yourself. It’s worth your time if you have some to spare.


It’s a bit difficult to approach Predators – it’s a good film, not as fantastic as, say, Inception or Toy Story 3 (the other films I saw this week), but entertaining enough for what it is – a decent action film. Plenty of running and shooting and violent evisceration to get you through. Hit the jump for more, and there will be spoilers (though if you’re coming for the plot, you’ll probably be disappointed).
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I went for a walk with my parents, brother and grandmother on the North Yorkshire Moors this morning. Jolly nice it was too. We saw a crop circle from the hill we were walking on – unfortunately the picture’s on my dad’s camera, otherwise I’d share it. Then in the evening my grandmother took us out for a lovely dinner at a pub called The Dormouse with my aunt and uncle. It was lovely. Then we came home and watched QI on Dave for a bit. Great day. Tomorrow, I might get around to finishing that Predators review, or even my Toy Story 3 review. For now, however, goodnight.

Tomorrow will be my review of Predators (really good – two decapitations and a head ripped off via the spinal cord) , which I saw this evening with some friends – happy birthday George, by the way – but unfortunately, right now I am both too full of popcorn, pizza and Coke, and also too tired, to do that. I’ve got a bit of a headache, and feel the tiniest bit sick, but I’ve got a long car journey tomorrow, so hopefully, I’ll have the time and inclination to write it then. Right now, I can’t manage. All I can say is that the X-Men: Oranges: Tangerine game, which my father is playing at the moment, is an awful lot like Arkham Asylum crossed with The Force Unleashed. Quite good as well – you do some rather messy damage to people in a cartoonishly entertaining fashion. Anyway, that’s all for today. Goodnight.


Today was the end of my ‘free week’, which was a bit of a shame, but it was rather entertaining watching trailers for Star Wars fanfilms like the one above. I’ve also been watching quite a bit of Stargate SG-1, and what quickly becomes apparent is that despite the concept’s theoretically limitless scope, and despite some efforts to innovate with the formula (that episode with the black hole, for instance), there are very few actual storylines to choose from, so they tend either to be ‘SG-1 go to planet and have to deal with problem’, or ‘SG-1 have to deal with the evil humans trying to stop them doing whatever they’re trying to do’, or (my personal least favourite) ‘SG-1 vs the body snatchers’, which is the basic plot of a frankly embarrassing number of episodes – some alien impersonates them, some alien takes control of them – since their primary enemies are evil slugs who possess people’s bodies, this happens rather a lot, although by this point I’m fairly sure it’s happened to most of the team at this point anyway.
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I’ve been listening to Bill Bryson’s At Home: A Short History of Private Life. It may not surprise you to discover that it’s really good. Mr Bryson is one of my favourite writers – his travel writings, which are many, are very funny, and I consider his book A Short History of Nearly Everything to be one of the finest works of popular science communication this side of Feynman. His new book is about the the history of domestic life – why things in the house are the way they are. It’s fascinating, and I would really recommend it, and, indeed, all Bryson’s other works. He has a rare lightness of touch, and is in all respects a very good writer, and one worthy of your attention.

Yeah, that’s it. See you tomorrow.


About two months ago, I did a post on why the BBC is great. Now #proudofthebbc is once again making the rounds on Twitter as Jeremy Hunt, the Secretary for Culture, Media and Fire-Eating seems to be making noises to the effect of ‘we owe the Dirty Digger big, we’d better start on you guys’. I’m finding myself in a situation I thought I never would – agreeing with the Daily Mail that this is a terrible idea, the BBC should be left the hell alone. By all means menace them a little, it should motivate them cut the exec’s pay – to trim the fat a bit, but much more fat-trimming and we’re going to start meat. Someone on Twitter pointed out that for £4.3 billion a year, we should be getting more Doctor Who. Perhaps. But I spell out my views in that post – the BBC is one of the best things about this country (alongside the NHS, which – guess what? is being lined up for some screwing-around) and is the best public service broadcaster in the world. In my opinion. When I posted something to this effect on Facebook, my friend Alex (the oft-mentioned neo-con) accused me of stirring the pot unnecessarily. Bollocks to that. This is important. Every big organisation has waste, public or private. It’s simply a function of size. The Tories don’t like the BBC, this much is clear. They’re going to be under pressure from Rupe and his media empire to do something about that, seeing the tongue-bathing he was getting in those papers. Speaking of those papers, the Times site isn’t doing very well, is it? Herp derp, Murdoch. Anyway, enough of this. I’m off to sleep. I’m working on a rather lengthy thing about SCIENCE, but that might not be for a few days yet. Goodnight and see you tomorrow!

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