Pete_the_Viscous

I think chicken. While beef certainly has its place, I'm not really fond of its texture unless it's in junk-food form. With chicken it's the opposite: I don't really like chicken that's been tampered with too much.

This is pretty tactless, but today I went book shopping, to see if I could find the set texts cheaper in charity shops, and on the shelf I saw a book: "Richard Hammond, What Not to Drive", and reflected on how ironic that was. I hope he does make a good recovery. I actually quite liked him on Top Gear, for one thing because he was a necessary part of that trio (in that without him there would be fewer jokes at his expense).

Booyah! I just caught the last 35 minutes of the day! I was looking at the post and thought "Alas! another year has passed where I've missed it by barely a few minutes..." but no, I caught it for once.

A role model of mine is Steve Howe because of how fantastical he is on't guitar.

The friends I have who ... "do" weed are actually the least likely of my friends to attempt to force someone to do something by peer pressure. I can't say that I've ever been pressurised by my peers to do anything I don't want to do (at least, nothing more serious than, say, taking the rubbish out).

The only electric guitar I've ever bought is an Ibanez, and I picked it out from a selection of guitars from that range of names (as far as I know and remember); so I vote for that. Not that I'm experienced enough to really know the pros and cons of each.

I suppose my main ambition is to do something really important to benefit mankind (preferably something science-y). That's something I'd feel really good about having done. Right now my ambition is to go to sleep.

I agree. As an asside: I've not been posting recently because last weekend I moved to University, and have not had the internet until last night. I've still to get Trillian working, but other than that all seems well. (I now live in Edinburgh).

I don't hate it. I like it, because I don't have to go to it any more, while others do. I didn't have a nice time at highschool, mainly because of how childish (almost) everyone was -- which is natural, as they were children. While there is a degree of that sort of thing everywhere, it seems that one group of people I befriended at college (who all went to a school in another town) all had a great time at school; I put that down to there being so few people at the school that there just weren't many idiots. I do find myself thinking it would have been nice to have gone to that school -- which was an option, I gather -- rather than the one I did go to. Still, I'd not have met various other people who I am glad to know. College, on the other hand, was great. Tomorrow I'm moving into university. Ooooo. Hopefully it will be even better than college.

I had an English teacher who, while being quite an ordinary teacher most of the time, started getting stressed when we had to move to a different classroom at the end of the year, and started getting angry really easilly. One day the class was being particularly rowdy, and he was sitting at the front, getting more and more annoyed. I think I was perhaps the only person paying attention. Anyway, it suddenly dawned on people that his voice was saying (something like) "I have had enough" (all calm and composed; not angry sounding). "today I am going to kill something." etc. It was one of the poems in the anthology we had to cover for the GCSEs, but until people realised that he'd just given up waiting for them and started reading, they got really scared :D.

Shame. I was told this morning and, while my source isn't always reliable ("my-name, the Queen's dead", "my-name, Michael Jackson's dead"), I wasn't suspicious this time. I don't think "he had it coming"; to me that connotes desert on his part. I don't think he deserved to die, though it didn't surprise me all that much that he did*. *I realise that "he had it coming" means that it was going to happen, and is, in that case, right; I just think it has those connotations.

Yeah -- just what I mean. Still, the more pedantic among us might wonder whether Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy (amongst others) are also prescient to some degree, and are merely hiding and hiring these parents to assume their roles to keep themselves from ever being seen (thus -- in a way -- keeping the magic alive). After all, Santa not visiting someone might just reflect Santa's opinion that that someone has been a very naughty boy. I myself have seen him on numerous occasions, of course. Edit: Oh, and, as an afterthought... some might think "Oh, well in that case*, one can't prove god does exist, even if he speaks to you or something: it could just be an illusion". God, being omnipotent, could prove that he exists, by virtue of being able to do anything (that included). *the whole "God cannot be proven not to exist" thing.

I agree with the OP. (Well said, by the way). I have seen no proof either way, so it would be unfair for me to say that there is or isn't a god. I don't see that there can be any more to it than that. Were God to speak to me, or something, then I could say "Yes, there is a god"; on the other hand, nothing can prove that there is no god* I don't feel any compulsion to make a decision either way. In fact, I see it as better to not make a decision when nothing rests upon that decision (assuming, of course, that one decides to be atheist: lots of worship and praying depends on deciding to be religious), and one could be wrong. To me, it really doesn't matter that I've not decided. It doesn't affect my life, in the same way that my not deciding whether Schr̮̦̉̉dinger's cat is alive or dead doesn't affect my life. *the very concept of a god is such that such a being must be able to exist**, in that, being all powerful, it could account for any reasons for its non-existance. That is, however much evidence there may be that a god doesn't exist (proof, even), it could all be part of God's big plan (or similar). Also, the idea that all the terrible things that happen in the world being evidence of there not being a god (or a god's being malicious) could be thought of like this: it's an all powerful being, usually meant to be good... it could just be that "God works in mysterious ways", and that all of it is actually for the greater good in ways that are just too complicated for any of us to understand -- which is completely plausible, considering how clever God would be***. **though, obviously, does not necessarily. ***"would" here betrays my nature as an atheist in practice, agnostic in theory: I act as if there is no god, but that's just because it seems the most sensible thing to do.

Oooh! Fire indeed hot! I don't know what my earliest memory is. For me, my collected earliest memories are not in order; I don't remember which was when.

Ha -- I like that last one. Not heard that before. I don't really have anything good to add, though. Hmm. Whatever: Before you consider insulting someone, always try walking a mile in their shoes. That way, if you still feel like it, you're a mile away, and you have their shoes.

Boy: Cthulhu Girl: Cthulhina. I don't really have names which I like so much as names which I dislike less (and of course, names which I dislike more). If I were thinking of names which I'd call my hypothetical children, I'd rather give guidelines than suggestions: Nothing by which they're going to be embarrassed (or by which I'll be embarrassed). Nothing too strongly linked to something I don't really like or subscribe to (so while names like Mark and David would pass this test, Hezekiah probably wouldn't; the former two are more general seeming). Nothing which isn't suitably euphonic. Meaning no offense to anyone here, in case I mention their name as being in the "bad" section... I personally do not really like the sound of the name.... picking one at random here.... Gareth, or the diminutive Garry. Probably because of the harsh GA- bit. I do, on the other hand, like the -th bit. Oh well, if I had to pick some: Boy:...not really sure. I quite like Ian and Ewan at the moment. Can't think about it right now, really :| . Girl: Jessica, Charlotte, Nicola (but, annoyingly, I couldn't call girl children Jessica or Nicola, having recently got to know girls called by those names -- hey, if I forget them, then maybe I could).

I tried Natural Selection ages ago when it was mentioned in PCZone -- it was a really good idea... but at the time, not well implemented. Probably got that sorted out by now, though.

I, too, have had a go at this.

Yeah. For this reason, I don't really have a problem with good old fashioned hymns. Also, I've not yet heard a good Christian band. That's not to say that the Christian bands I've heard live (and I have heard a fair few, even though I am a ghastly heathen) were not talented musicians; just that the songs they were singing (not written by them; I've heard them elsewhere (for some reason)) were... just not good songs. They remind one of the sort of attempt to write for a children's program in a rock style*. It almost never works. *I forget any good examples, sorry. Kiddy presenters singing with their sing-along children's TV voices to songs that are almost, but not quite, entirely unlike rock music. Mr. Boom, on the other hand, is great. No words against Mr. Boom. Saw him at Traquair Fair the other week -- he's still got it.

I don't know what it would be like close-to, but I think that looks quite nice. If I treat it as a pattern and not a load of individual things it stops being busy and distracting and starts just being ... patterned.

This is certainly the case with me. I don't know if it's been mentioned, so I'll ask anyway: what about classical music written by long-dead folk (EDIT: /whilst they were alive)?

Hahaha, I like that one. Not heard it before. I wouldn't claim mine to be that original, either: chavalry and chavalier (both with the ch of church), meaning, respectively, the code of honour by which chavs live, which requires that they tuck their trousers into their socks and wear baseball caps at very jaunty angles, and -- well -- chavs.

I've never broken a bone, but I almost broke my nose once... I was lying in a bed which conne... hang on, a picture is required. ... I'm sure we can bend the no-real-life-pictures rule just a little bit here... Anyway, I was lying in this bed, set into the wall of the room, as shown. When I woke up, I shook myself in such a way as to -- unintentionally, I must add -- hit the bridge of my nose sharply against the corner of the wall with the door on it. I have no idea why I did that.

Yes, I do like ELO.

I've lost best friends on numerous occasions. They all still exist, mind -- none of them have died. I've lost them due to my moving, their moving, etc., and our drifting apart because of this. Seeing as we're all moving to different parts of the country now for uni, I'll be moving away from all my latest friends, which is annoying... but I plan on keeping in touch with -- ha -- at least some of them, who are unique (not in the sense that everyone is unique; rather, that there aren't people like them elsewhere). Whenever I'm about to finish a school, I start thinking "oh teh noes, I shall miss so-and-so and so-and-so!" -- just people with whom I know I shan't keep in touch, but do consider as friends... but then after a day of not seeing them, I realise I don't actually miss them at all, nice people though they may be. It was nice seeing them when getting results, though.