I have just looked back through this blog. I am shocked to find that I started it mote than 11 years ago, My original intention was to blog my thoughts on... well any thing I had a thought about really.
In those more than 11 years I have had several periods where I have not made an entry for years on end. In fact this will be only the 83rd entry. It seems that I have less than 8 thoughts a year.
Sadly we live in a world of oppression and prejudice. People are subjugated and killed for their beliefs, race, creed, gender, political views, mental and physical handicaps and sexuality. These injustices should make all of us angry and drive all of us to be better people. We should strive to be part of the solution, not part of the problem.
However, as well as those who are truly oppressed are the complainers, the whiners. Those who are complaining that they are subjugated simply because
I am not sure what my earliest memory is. It of one of two. It is either my sister falling into a pond or it is sitting on my father's lap watching Armstrong and Aldrin walking on the moon.
I may not know which of those memories is the earliest, but I do know which one sparked a life long interest. If you need a clue, I have never had a pond.
So with today's passing of Alan Bean, Apollo 12 Lunar Module pilot and 4th man to walk on the moon, another of my heroes is gone. There are now j
Saturday night and time for the weekly counting routine.
One, two for Sunday morning. One, two, three, four, five for Sunday night.
One, two for Monday morning. One, two, three, four, five for Monday night.
One, two for Tuesday morning. One, two, three, four, five for Tuesday night...
I always thought I would be an old man before I had a routine like this, counting out the tablets for the week ahead. I never thought it would happen when I was still in my forties.
I can't say I wasn't warned
I never really intended to have a YouTube channel. It didn't interest me at all. The fact that I ended up with one was a pure accident.
On the 7th January 2011 I wanted to link to a NASA video about the sun. I just could not fathom out how to post it on UM. In the end I decided that the best way was to download the video then upload it to YouTube and connect to that. At that moment WaspieDwarf's YouTube channel was born.
I didn't expect to still be adding to it more than two years later. It ha
Wow, it's been over two years since I last posted here, how time flies when you're having fun.
A few things have changed since I last posted here. At work I was transferred to a different hospital lab. I made new friends. A year later my old lab was shut and many of my old colleagues were transferred as well, so I was reunited with old friends.
In 2012 I also found out I have type 2 Diabetes, so I'm trying to break bad habits and lose a large amount of weight.
One of my successes in 2012 was
The promised snow has finally arrived in my part of South East England. It may be cold and bring the country to a stand still, but it is pretty.
All photos above are from Bursted Wood, Barnehurst in Kent
I have commented before that my blog entries about my cats gain far more response than my blog entries about me. So in a bid to gain popularity some more about my cats...
When I first started this blog I had 2 cats, an older, more sensible cat called Zeta and a young nutter called Nyana. In January 2007 Zeta passed away. Nyana slowly grew up and now, at the age of five is a fairly sensible and mature cat herself. I rarely call her Nyana Nutter-Cat these days.
The sensible & mature Nyana
I really must start blogging more often. I keep saying that, but I don't do it. I've just been looking back and I've only made 2 or entries since July 2008. I notice that in that post of July 2008 I refer to my cat, Nyana. That shows how out of date my blogging has become. This week I got a 3rd cat. I'll mention more about my cats in my next entry.
My last entry was called "Tired, tired, tired" back in August. I thought I should update that. I've had blood tests and I'm not diabetic. I do have
Tired all the time (TATT). I see that all the time on paperwork (I work in a hospital pathology lab). It seems to be a very common symptom. Well I know the feeling. I come home from work and frequently fall asleep. Well I've finally decided to get off my bum and go and see a doctor. With my weight I'm a prime contender of type 2 diabetes. I rather hope to avoid that. I need to start looking after myself more, regardless of what the doctor says.
We'll see what happens after Tuesday.
It's been 15 months since my last entry. I've been back on UM for about 2 months now, after 8 months without a computer and life has changed a little bit since then.
Once upon a time I had a good job, which paid well. Then the dreaded redundancy came. I was already suffering depression at the time and that pushed me into a state that took a long time to recover from. I was unemployed for around three years and in that time I managed to accumulate a fair bit of debt. Just under 2 years ago I man
It's 5:38 am on the morning. It's Saturday. I don't have to work today. I'm tired and in need of a lie in. So why am I writing in my blog? Well one word... CRAMP. It's not a thing I suffer from very often but when I do it hurts like a... well I can't think of an appropriate simile that won't be censored by the language filter, but it hurt LOTS.
It will be a while before I can get back to sleep now, if at all.
Much as I love spending time on UM, I'd rather be in bed.
Okay, I have no one to blame but myself. I knew my hard drive was dying. I knew it needed replacing, but there was always something else that I just wanted to buy first. If it could just wait until the next pay day, or the one after that. And it did, admittedly I've become more practised in reinstalling corrupted software than I would have chosen but the drive kept on hanging in there. Then, at just after ten p.m. on Saturday 14th June, it died. As John Cleese might have said, <i>"This har
Today I had a hair cut. Not that dramatic an event, but I absolutely hate it. I always have. For some people it is the dentist they hate, for me it's the barbers.
It's not really a phobia, I'm not scared of getting my hair cut, I'd just rather not.
I have wondered why I hate it so much. Partly, I suspect, it is because I'm a naturally scruffy individual, but there is more to it than that.
I suspect my dislike of getting my hair cut goes back to early childhood. My father would take me to one
It's funny how, during my long period of unemployment, I craved being around people. I missed the banter that you have between work mates. In fact for a large part of the time I missed conversation full stop. I live on my own (well there is also my cat, Nyana, but she's not much of a conversationalist) and days would pass when I did not exchange a single word with another human being.
Now I have two days off work and I am enjoying being on my own. We are a contrary bunch us humans, we always se
It had been my intention to write about the great day I had this time last week. About the thrills and tensions of watching Wasps win another title and about the enjoyment of celebrating with friends afterwards. That will have to wait. Sadly one of those friends is no longer with us.
Tom was in good spirits and (so I thought) good health when I last saw him on Saturday. Tom was the father of my close friend Simon and a friend in his own right. The word "nice" simply does not do Tom justice, he
It is that time of year again. The English rugby season is coming to an end, Wasps are in a final at Twickenham and I have a ticket.
This year Wasps are in the Guinness Premiership final, to determine the champions of England. Just as with he European final last year (and the last English Final Wasps played in, in 2005) are opposition are the mighty Leicester. Wasps beat Leicester in both of those finals.
So will Wasps finish the season with out a title for the first time since 2002 or will th
As the title suggests today I had a WOW! moment.
I have recently started walking home from work. I want to get fitter and lose weight and walking home seemed a good start, especially as it is a seven mile walk. Not bad for a fat boy eh?
Anyway, part of this walk is through a little park which runs beside the River Shuttle (it's hardly big enough to be called a stream). I enjoy wildlife and this little park is full of birds. I make no claim to be an expert bir watcher but I take an interest and
It has been a while since I visited this blog. That is ironic really because I stopped blogging just around the time I actually had something to say.
I had been unemployed for a long time. In November I returned to work. After a long period without work it was hard to re-adapt, but I haven't been sacked so I must be doing something right. Slowly but surely I am getting myself respect back and the fog of depression is clearing. Hopefully I will be back to my old self of a few years ago soon.
A few years I go a sat a psychometric test in work. It told me very little about myself that I didn't already know. I agreed with virtually all the conclusions except one. The test claimed that I didn't care about other peoples feelings. I don't believe that tom be true. I care deeply, I just don't know how to express it. I don't know how to approach people that are feeling great pain, that doesn't mean I don't feel for them or care for them.
In the last two days I have felt very confused by fe
Anyone that knows me knows that I have a passion for motorsport (despite never learning to drive myself).
Rally driving is amongst the most skilful and dangerous of motorsports. Whilst it is a branch of the sport about which I know little, I have a deep admiration for the drivers that compete in the World Rally Championship.
The UK has produced just two World Rally Champions, the Scotsman Colin McRae in 1995 and Englishman Richard Burns in 2001. Sadly Richard Burns' career was brought to a pre
I am scared of heights (I suspect that is why I stopped growing at 5 foot 4) and so I try and avoid them. Actually it's not true that I am scared of heights but like Rincewind I am scared of the ground (if you don't know who Rincewind is it is time for you to start reading Terry Pratchett's Disc World books). As Rincewind points out, it's not the height but the ground that kills people.
Being scared of the heights I try and avoid them where ever possible. When I can't avoid them I take as much