Fictional places to go

Fiction is a wonderful place to be, there are so many opportunities for wonder and amazement it’s unsurprising that they offer up a myriad of locations I would love to visit. Choosing just a few of the places I want to go to is difficult, I could choose some very easy places like Paris, New York or Rome. Yet where is the adventure in going on holiday? I want to be wowed by amazing architecture or events that I can’t experience in a photo or film.

I could go to the echoes of places that have been captured in fiction, whether it be Les Miserables or Gladiator, but somehow that feels even less real than completely imaginary locations. It is like being offered cheese and having to have processed yellow slices. Instead I am going for bacon.

So keeping that in mind here are just some of the places I want to go.

Fiction is a wonderful place to be, there are so many opportunities for wonder and amazement it’s unsurprising that they offer up a myriad of locations I would love to visit. Choosing just a few of the places I want to go to is difficult, I could choose some very easy places like Paris, New York or Rome. Yet where is the adventure in going on holiday? I want to be wowed by amazing architecture or events that I can’t experience in a photo or film.

I could go to the echoes of places that have been captured in fiction, whether it be Les Miserables or Gladiator, but somehow that feels even less real than completely imaginary locations. It is like being offered cheese and having to have processed yellow slices. Instead I am going for bacon.

So keeping that in mind here are just some of the places I want to go.
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My youth has gone

In which things are not like they were.

There comes a point in everyone’s life when you start to feel old. This is an age Rubicon that I seem to have now passed and can no longer be consider a youngling and must progress wearily into the middle ages.

The real nail in the coffin came this week when on telling someone my age (34) I was told “well that’s not that young”, and meant I was unable to relate to a younger demographic for a marketing campaign. How did I let this happen? Could I have done more to stop the passage of time (perhaps by travelling close to the speed of light)?

The process of feeling old started a month or so ago when playing Minecraft, I was perfectly able to setup a new game and get going but then I decided I wanted to start a multi-player game with Mrs G. As much as I tried I couldn’t seem to set up a server for us to both play on, I was able to run around my blocky world but had nobody to play with. So I did the only thing I could think of, ask someone who might.

That was the 10 year old son of my manager.

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Breaking up with dating sites

Being something of a geek I prefer my social interactions to be a bit more software rather than hardware driven. Virtual communication frightens me less than the face-to-face interaction the human race has depended upon for millennia. In most cases this is fine, modern technology facilitates this semi-hermit way of life. I can speak to friends in bits and bytes, but there is one area of social interaction that is hampered by this lifestyle choice.

Dating.

Thankfully the internet (as usual) has come to the rescue, and given us the gift of online matchmaking. There is still somewhat of a stigma around this, but in one way it provides a service to people like me. In my pre-Mr-Mrs-G days I tried most of them, and found them all to be terrible. All they did was destroy my confidence and make me feel even more alone.

Looking at the sites available it is easy to see why.

Being something of a geek I prefer my social interactions to be a bit more software rather than hardware driven. Virtual communication frightens me less than the face-to-face interaction the human race has depended upon for millennia. In most cases this is fine, modern technology facilitates this semi-hermit way of life. I can speak to friends in bits and bytes, but there is one area of social interaction that is hampered by this lifestyle choice.

Dating.

Thankfully the internet (as usual) has come to the rescue, and given us the gift of online matchmaking. There is still somewhat of a stigma around this, but in one way it provides a service to people like me. In my pre-Mr-Mrs-G days I tried most of them, and found them all to be terrible. All they did was destroy my confidence and make me feel even more alone.

Looking at the sites available it is easy to see why.

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More of me

In which I could really talk to myself.

I’m sure this is not a sentiment shared by many others, in fact it may be considered by other people to be akin to the apocalypse, but I really wish there was more of me to go around.

I’m not talking about the volume of my expanding waistline, I am not looking to increase my vertical (or horizontal) height, I just wish there was another version of me to do all the crap jobs. An assistant Geek Ergo Sum that could do all the boring bits of life, like the cleaning or going to work. That way I could spend more time doing the things I enjoy whilst leaving all the other jobs to someone I can trust to do it the way I would like; me. Forget Dolly the Sheep, what I really want is my own clone.

 

Yes, there are a number of ethical and philosophical issues around having an exact clone made of myself, and especially for the sole purpose of doing all the menial work I want to get rid of. If they had the same physicality, mind and memory as me then who is really the clone and who is me. Continue reading “More of me”

Odes to things I love

On Valentine’s the one part of my life I don’t feel like having to say a special “I love you” to is Mrs G. We have this unwritten agreement that we like each other a lot, and she will tell me that she loves me to which I have only one reply.

So rather than upsetting her Shakespearephilia and attempting to write sonnets extolling her many virtues I’m going to attempt poetry (which is always a dangerous style for me to try) declaring my love for other items that get my blood racing (and it may also raise the blood pressure of those who love and cherish poetry).

On Valentine’s the one part of my life I don’t feel like having to say a special “I love you” to is Mrs G. We have this unwritten agreement that we like each other a lot, and she will tell me that she loves me to which I have only one reply.

So rather than upsetting her Shakespearephilia and attempting to write sonnets extolling her many virtues I’m going to attempt poetry (which is always a dangerous style for me to try) declaring my love for other items that get my blood racing (and it may also raise the blood pressure of those who love and cherish poetry).

Things what I love – A collection.

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1994 the year I found soccer

In which I say Goooooaaaalazzzzzoooo,

As a kid I was not that interested in sport, I preferred books and later computers, so sporting events in the 80s and early 90s mostly passed me by. I knew that the Sky Blues had won the FA Cup in 1987 but I spent most of that match playing with polystyrene aeroplanes on my parent’s stairs. Something then changed around 1994.

Firstly I discovered Sensible Soccer, perhaps the greatest football game ever made.

Playing with my dad, he would choose recently crowned (but soon to be disgraced) European Champions Marseille. Looking for a suitable opponent he suggested the beaten finalists. A certain Italian team founded in 1899 by an Englishman , the team of Maldini and Van Basten, the Diavolo, Associazione Calcio Milan.

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Numpties for Numpties

In which I act like a dummy so you don’t have to.

The world is full of stupid people; the results of elections and the popularity of certain TV shows are evidence on this. One publisher has spotted a niche in the market and has guides on everything dummies may want. Look in any bookstore and most sections you will see books with yellow spines declaring a quick and easy guide to that particular subject.

This weekend I was looking around for a book on Excel dashboards (and have found one – Excel Dashboards for Dummies) but then ended up on Amazon stumbling around the ‘For Dummies’ section. There are loads of them; a quick check says there are over 1,600 different titles.

This piqued my curiosity, what else could I learn about through the medium of Richard Tennant cartoons (is it just me or does anyone else first scan through to find the 5th Wave captions) and lists of ten things? What areas of my knowledge could be enhanced from dummy status? Continue reading “Numpties for Numpties”

The Joylessness of mushrooms

In which I am not a fungi.

Texture, that is what it comes down to. I am pretty much happy to eat anything, but if it feels funny when I chew then it is mouth-verboten. This is a rule that has excluded many a food group from my digestive tract.

Kidney and liver is too spongy, cruciferous vegetables put me off with their leaves and bobbles and I’m not overly fond of nuts (especially coconuts and their strangely chewy innards). For all of these I am also put off by both the taste and smell. They complete the triumvirate of hunger suppressors that make me avoid eating them and as a result they don’t make my stomach turn.

Only one foodstuff can do this, mushrooms. I love the smell of cooked mushrooms and I love the taste of a mixed grill cooked with them, but that texture makes me squirm.

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I don’t write by hand anymore

In which digital has replaced cursive.

It was going to be the year I did it, I was going to write that novel that was in me. It was going to be easy as I had a great story to tell and I wasn’t to bothered with the initial quality all I needed to do was write. By the end of 2014 I was technically (although by no means successfully) going to be a novelist.

I got as far as Chapter 1.

Trying to write something substantive, coherent to the point it had a point, proved more difficult than I expected. Something about it being on screen made it seem small, or maybe it was that the pages that got big. Writing on computer plays tricks on the mind because a three hundred word rant fits neatly on a few swipes of a tablet.

On paper less seems more, and it has been a long time since I lifted a nib for more than a few sentences.

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I laugh in the face of danger

In which I am wrapped in cotton wool.

I am banned from acts of Daring Do, Mrs G has put a kibosh on anything that I might class as fun. This is mainly because my definition of fun is the same as her definition of danger.

This means that I am unable to:

  • Go into space
  • Get a pilots licence
  • Bungee Jump

Actually I think I am verboten from doing any activity where my feet leave the ground.

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