Monthly Archives: September 2012

Just do it

I’m guilty.

Guilty of not doing stuff with my son because I think it will be a faff, or a struggle or he’ll be too tired or won’t behave. That I’ll be embarrassed having to tell him off, that there will be nappies. Stuff like that.

This weekend I could have said no to 2 things.

One of those things was a party kicking off at his bedtime following a day without a nap. Certainly not ideal. He was showing signs of sleepy-inspired-grumpiness before he’d even been placed into (the frankly brilliant) trousers, tiny shirt and little waistcoat but against our perceived better judgement we proceeded onwards to the party. I’m so glad we did…

The Party. Aged 2 and 2 months.

The room is so big, is it all mine? Can we stay?
The music is loud, is it always that way?

What’s this? This light? It’s bouncing around!
On the wall, on my shirt! and now on the ground!

Can I catch it? Will it hurt? and does it taste funny?
But wait, who’s that? It’s time to go running!

Around and around the tables I go
passed balloons, drinks and knees and that lady’s toes.

There’s no time to stop and no time to sit,
Oh look, there’s my dad! “Dad, dad, dad…


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Elation. Grief. Suffering.

A fellow blogger suggested to me that we start doing some artistic exercises. This coming off the back of me getting him hopelessly addicted to the Draw Something app and us having the same mentality in our execution – that being you draw the most over elaborate sketch for something like “carrot”.

Using the oddball Drawing Brief Generator that Peej found on the internets somewhere we discovered that this weeks subject was:

Within one piece, express the qualities of elation, grief and suffering. Subjects need not be human.

Peej blogged this last night, so I set about sketching as my arm throbbed from being a heroic blood donor (more on that later). I’d already set my mind to doing something with robots but the blood letting sent me in a different direction and I quickly sketched this.

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It’s good to have focus.

I can normally retain a decent level of focus for around 3-5 minutes. I’m quite sure that this is a level normally associated with children under the age of 5 and yet there isn’t a thing I can do about it.

Even writing those 46 words took a lot longer than it should because my eyes darted from the window I’m typing in to the Twitter timeline on the right of my screen. After that there was laughter from opposite me which I had to acknowledge and find out if it was really funny or not (it wasn’t. Whatever it was).¬†On top of that, I shouldn’t be blogging now at all, I should be working.

Basically I have the attention span of a puppy.

I noticed today that Me.You.Coffee was losing focus. A little bit of my gaming geekery had started to trickle in amongst the words and doodles that I’ve been trying to keep all warm and cosy and safe from harm within the confines of this here blog. The upshot is that I’ve decided to give those things their own little home, they’ll be much happier there I’m sure.

It’s just a heads up really. It means more to me than you but hey, if you want to read what I’m writing on the topic of games and gaming head on over to 30 Something Geek!


Bored of cereal now.
Can someone pass me that loaf of bread?
Yeah, that one. The one next to the cheese.
Fuckit, pass me the cheese too.
And the butter.
Give it. Give it. Give it!

There will be cereal

I’ve noticed that I’ve been eating a hell of a lot more junk food lately.
Now I’m not saying that’s your fault, but it certainly needs to be addressed. I need to be disciplined.
Action needs taking against the consumption of white bread, of crisps and of cheese. You know you’re in trouble when you look back at a fortnights worth of munching and realise that you quite possibly have eaten cheese in some form or another every single day.

So today there will be a weigh in. Something I don’t do very often, because, well, I don’t care for it. I know I’m heavy. One of my legs weighs roughly the same as a Justin Bieber, so I’m not going to learn anything by weighing myself every day; in fact, I don’t think anyone gains anything from doing that. However, when you start to feel like a sloth then something needs to be done and so today there will be a weigh in and because I’m of the geeky variety, I’ll be using Wii Fit to track my progress.

I’ve always disagreed with Wii Fit’s decision to call almost anyone with an ounce of body fat MORBIDLY OBESE, and thankfully I have fairly thick skin (actually, my skin is the same density as crete paper) but sticks and stones and all that. What Wii Fit does do well, is the ability to give me a pretty graph that I can look at whilst eating an eclair.

So there will be a weigh in. There will also be cereal. The best way for me to ignore my biggest enemies (namely bread, cheese, myself and crisps) is to cut out the packed lunch mentality engrained in me since school and to ignore those wicked vices,turning instead to the delights of cereal. Lovely, lovely, cheesy cereal.

Wish me luck.

You tasty fucker.
In your coat made from bread and some butter.
Why must you look at me with those come-to-bed-eyes
that glint and that wink that just makes me die.

You know I love you.

So why must I hide you away from my heart
when all that I want is to take you apart,
with my teeth and my jaws working in tandem.
Oh yeah, the fat, the cholesterol and all that calcium.

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