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After reading a superb post by Happy in Life that somehow failed to win GAD, probably in favour of "Gaycube is 2 small" I feel I should write about me, for those of you who just see me as an arrogant beardy Welsh smug type person. Yes, strictly speaking, this should be in Life, but I know everyone in here - This is my forum of choice and I like everyone. Except BradW. It's not about films though, so leave now if thats what you expected. Well, maybe it's a bit about films.
Since I started this antiquated system of grammar school, life basically slumped into education. Thats not right, surely? We're right next door to the local Secondary school, and that means we get "Boffin!" yells by 12 year olds smoking all day and they get "Learn to read!" comments. I don't suppose anyone cares to think that maybe getting lucky on one exam does not place you intellectually above everyone else not in your school. Fair enough, most of us are pretty clever, but theres a fair number who barely scraped it into Sixth Form. Someone I knew from my primary school went to the secondary, and has recently joined the Latin (My school). She hadn't changed a bit, and it was great to catch up with her. Plus she didn't smoke, despite massive pressure from everyone at that school. No, really, the school gets deserted at lunch as they all go for a fag. But it just proves my point that secondary school doesn't mean you're thicker than anyone else.
So, basically, I somehow had this image that I had to excel. And I did, not to be boastful. Top grades, all that. But what did I do out of school? I hung out with my mates occasionally, played rugby for the school. I didn't feel like I was doing much. Then, four summers ago, I discovered something that changed my life, not to be corny.
Scuba Diving.
Bloody amazing. There is nothing like hanging motionless in the water, looking at greater beauty than you can find on land, surrounded by tropical fish and wondering if you will see that hammerhead that is reported to swim here. I spend over 300 quid on scuba diving alone the next year, and my only regret was that I hadn't brought more money for more dives. Yeah, it's expensive, but then again what price do you place on enjoyment? I've done over 50 dives now and have memories from everyone of them that are unequalled in my short life. I recommend you all try this. Another thing that I started to do - watch films. Now, it's not that I never watched films before, but I only went to the cinema occasionally to watch the big Hollywood releases. Probably something by Bruckheimer. Then one day my dad sadly informed me they didn't have The Mummy to rent at the video rental, but he'd picked up a film called Dogma that looked kinda neat. So I moaned a bit and half-heartedly put it in, not recognizing the director (Some guy called Kevin Smith?) and basically sat spellbound. Pixie magic style. My dad said it was cool because it had Alan Rickman in, and I had tears running down my face from laughing. A lot. I immediately watched it again. And again. Next day I went on Amazon and ordered the DVD. Never looked back in my film-watching. Began looking into the indie culture of films, little known directors and actors, the like. It's sort of like opening your eyes. Before that I didn't know films existed outside of a narrow spectrum that only someone with tunnel-vision could love. Jesus, I had no clue at all.
One thing that had kept me happy was books. I'd always been a massive book reader, and especially beardy books. You didn't think I was called beady for nothing, did you? Always when I read books I could escape from everything - normal, I guess. That was basically the problem. My life was too normal, and I was sick of it. Something else - I absolutely love Harry Potter. it's one of the best books for escapism I've ever read. Yet I'm not seized by an urge to get all the merchandise for it or Lord of the Rings. Why? Because these books are just books to me. Not the film - thats just something to be enjoyed. Books are real to me, and I'd give up everything apart from my family just to read. Thats how much I love it. It’s not the real world, sure, and it never will be, but it’s part of my life an always will be. I seriously reckon I’d be a wreck without books. Best book I’ve ever read is Lord of the Rings or Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela. Both completely different books, but I love them both because they both inspired me, in different ways. That’s also what a book should e about – not some poxy wizard flying about on a broomstick, but books that you will read over and over again because that’s what they are about. Sure, Harry Potter is good, but it’ll never be great. What inspiration can you draw from it? Nowt.
So I’ve got my books and my films and my scuba diving. What else? The internet, of course! The Net for me is a relatively new discovery, since I’ve only been using it since June last year, when we got Anytime. So I came online, went back to a chatroom I used to go on a bit. Found two people who I enjoyed chatting to, followed them to an IRC chatroom, and found out they’d changed their names to Reaper and Iguana. Fair enough, I suppose. Blame them for me being here, by the way. They suggested I come on here. I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest, but now it’s fair to say this place is a pretty big influence on my life.
“Oh, it’s all about the GADs.” Bollix. Used to be. Not anymore. If GAD suddenly stopped, most of you would leave. Admit it. There’d be about 30ish of us left, I reckon, and I’d be one of them. These forums give me the best chance to say what I like without comments from my mates “Hur Hur, you like buks”. It’s rare to find people that you can discuss films with, and who all post quality. Equally rare are people you can chat to on MSN without just “Hey”, people who you can chat to about genuinely different things each time. It’s really cool that I have people to chat to on the Net. So I’m going to say thank you to the following for amusing me:
AliBoy – Cheers for always making me laugh, Scottish fool.
RastaBillySkank – Counting Crows rule.
Goatboy – Arguing is the best with this guy. Generous with his CDs. I appreciate it.
YH – Very amusing. We have our differences though. Ta.
Reaper +Iguana – Without them, I wouldn’t be here.
Vottanator – Still likes A.I, somehow. Made me watch Heat, and it ruled. Thanks for that.
Grix + Meka – Two of the best posters on the site, in my opinion. You guys rule.
Mr Nice Guy – The Man. Nuff said.
Mr Happy – Always fun to read your posts.
Cheers lads. Without you, SR wouldn’t be what it is to me.
One other person who I chat to on the Net who doesn’t frequent these lovely forums, despite my multiple attempts to persuade her to, is someone on IRC. Name of Katie. Excellent to chat to, makes time fly. It’s cool to go on IRC and see her online, because it means if I want to say anything that I couldn’t tell anyone else, she’ll be ready to listen, anytime. It rules.
So that’s me, basically. I’m arrogant about myself, definitely beardy, always smug, and surely Welsh. Whats this post changed? Nothing, probably. It’s me, and that’s who I am. I bet in a year I’ll be a different person.
Cool. 's going to be fun.
Since I started this antiquated system of grammar school, life basically slumped into education. Thats not right, surely? We're right next door to the local Secondary school, and that means we get "Boffin!" yells by 12 year olds smoking all day and they get "Learn to read!" comments. I don't suppose anyone cares to think that maybe getting lucky on one exam does not place you intellectually above everyone else not in your school. Fair enough, most of us are pretty clever, but theres a fair number who barely scraped it into Sixth Form. Someone I knew from my primary school went to the secondary, and has recently joined the Latin (My school). She hadn't changed a bit, and it was great to catch up with her. Plus she didn't smoke, despite massive pressure from everyone at that school. No, really, the school gets deserted at lunch as they all go for a fag. But it just proves my point that secondary school doesn't mean you're thicker than anyone else.
So, basically, I somehow had this image that I had to excel. And I did, not to be boastful. Top grades, all that. But what did I do out of school? I hung out with my mates occasionally, played rugby for the school. I didn't feel like I was doing much. Then, four summers ago, I discovered something that changed my life, not to be corny.
Scuba Diving.
Bloody amazing. There is nothing like hanging motionless in the water, looking at greater beauty than you can find on land, surrounded by tropical fish and wondering if you will see that hammerhead that is reported to swim here. I spend over 300 quid on scuba diving alone the next year, and my only regret was that I hadn't brought more money for more dives. Yeah, it's expensive, but then again what price do you place on enjoyment? I've done over 50 dives now and have memories from everyone of them that are unequalled in my short life. I recommend you all try this. Another thing that I started to do - watch films. Now, it's not that I never watched films before, but I only went to the cinema occasionally to watch the big Hollywood releases. Probably something by Bruckheimer. Then one day my dad sadly informed me they didn't have The Mummy to rent at the video rental, but he'd picked up a film called Dogma that looked kinda neat. So I moaned a bit and half-heartedly put it in, not recognizing the director (Some guy called Kevin Smith?) and basically sat spellbound. Pixie magic style. My dad said it was cool because it had Alan Rickman in, and I had tears running down my face from laughing. A lot. I immediately watched it again. And again. Next day I went on Amazon and ordered the DVD. Never looked back in my film-watching. Began looking into the indie culture of films, little known directors and actors, the like. It's sort of like opening your eyes. Before that I didn't know films existed outside of a narrow spectrum that only someone with tunnel-vision could love. Jesus, I had no clue at all.
One thing that had kept me happy was books. I'd always been a massive book reader, and especially beardy books. You didn't think I was called beady for nothing, did you? Always when I read books I could escape from everything - normal, I guess. That was basically the problem. My life was too normal, and I was sick of it. Something else - I absolutely love Harry Potter. it's one of the best books for escapism I've ever read. Yet I'm not seized by an urge to get all the merchandise for it or Lord of the Rings. Why? Because these books are just books to me. Not the film - thats just something to be enjoyed. Books are real to me, and I'd give up everything apart from my family just to read. Thats how much I love it. It’s not the real world, sure, and it never will be, but it’s part of my life an always will be. I seriously reckon I’d be a wreck without books. Best book I’ve ever read is Lord of the Rings or Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela. Both completely different books, but I love them both because they both inspired me, in different ways. That’s also what a book should e about – not some poxy wizard flying about on a broomstick, but books that you will read over and over again because that’s what they are about. Sure, Harry Potter is good, but it’ll never be great. What inspiration can you draw from it? Nowt.
So I’ve got my books and my films and my scuba diving. What else? The internet, of course! The Net for me is a relatively new discovery, since I’ve only been using it since June last year, when we got Anytime. So I came online, went back to a chatroom I used to go on a bit. Found two people who I enjoyed chatting to, followed them to an IRC chatroom, and found out they’d changed their names to Reaper and Iguana. Fair enough, I suppose. Blame them for me being here, by the way. They suggested I come on here. I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest, but now it’s fair to say this place is a pretty big influence on my life.
“Oh, it’s all about the GADs.” Bollix. Used to be. Not anymore. If GAD suddenly stopped, most of you would leave. Admit it. There’d be about 30ish of us left, I reckon, and I’d be one of them. These forums give me the best chance to say what I like without comments from my mates “Hur Hur, you like buks”. It’s rare to find people that you can discuss films with, and who all post quality. Equally rare are people you can chat to on MSN without just “Hey”, people who you can chat to about genuinely different things each time. It’s really cool that I have people to chat to on the Net. So I’m going to say thank you to the following for amusing me:
AliBoy – Cheers for always making me laugh, Scottish fool.
RastaBillySkank – Counting Crows rule.
Goatboy – Arguing is the best with this guy. Generous with his CDs. I appreciate it.
YH – Very amusing. We have our differences though. Ta.
Reaper +Iguana – Without them, I wouldn’t be here.
Vottanator – Still likes A.I, somehow. Made me watch Heat, and it ruled. Thanks for that.
Grix + Meka – Two of the best posters on the site, in my opinion. You guys rule.
Mr Nice Guy – The Man. Nuff said.
Mr Happy – Always fun to read your posts.
Cheers lads. Without you, SR wouldn’t be what it is to me.
One other person who I chat to on the Net who doesn’t frequent these lovely forums, despite my multiple attempts to persuade her to, is someone on IRC. Name of Katie. Excellent to chat to, makes time fly. It’s cool to go on IRC and see her online, because it means if I want to say anything that I couldn’t tell anyone else, she’ll be ready to listen, anytime. It rules.
So that’s me, basically. I’m arrogant about myself, definitely beardy, always smug, and surely Welsh. Whats this post changed? Nothing, probably. It’s me, and that’s who I am. I bet in a year I’ll be a different person.
Cool. 's going to be fun.
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I don't really know how to reply, but I want to tell you that I've read it. Also, I want it to be made clear as to why I read it, as I know how much you lack in confidence.
After a rocky entrance, between the both of us, in which we ended up hating each other and not being the best of friends - to say the least - we've kinda built a friendship from nothing. Although, you might have went a bit overboard during the forums, you have never once lost my respect and I do see you as one of the best posters on this site. Just like people were saying during Goatboy's topic "You're one of the names I look for when reading post". The same goes for you.
Only a few people are now actually even worth looking at, as everyone else is so fixated on whether MGS2 is the best game of all time, or if the XBox is gonna have the graphical ability to compete with the GameCube. Personally, I don't care and reading something like this is far more interesting.
My personal joys of life have changed so much from moving house. They actually say that moving house is one of the most dramatic things that can happen to someone in their life, and I'll probably have to agree with that statement. Not only has it changed me, but it's changed the way I think, the way I see things, the way I act and the way I am. It sounds corny, but it's true. And it's mainly due to this place. If you go all the way back to my first post, you'll notice at just how bad my punctuation, grammar and spelling really was and the funny thing is, I actually expected to win GAD for a lot of my posts.
Since getting friendly with Fogmaster, back in September, I decided to go into web design and as a mass favour, I set up viewandplay, so we could both do a website together. Ok, we had our disputes and not all went to plan. But, it's changed the person I am and I spend all my time with a web design book in front of me or a design program opened and in use. I've come furthur in a matter of months then I could ever have imagined and it's due to will power.
Unfortunatley, I don't have the same will power with web design, as I do with school and since the beginning of year 10, my grades have taken a dramatic change - and it's not for the best. I always saw myself as invincible, as someone who would come out well, no matter what I did and now, I see the dreaded truth about it all.
I've always been one to understand people. I've always been one to see it from another point of view. I've always been one who won't take the %*$" out of you, because you're black, pink, red, blue; it doesn't really matter. That's why I hate society so much and love this place. There's no-one here to judge me ("Stretch" - Shut it :-D )and there is no reason behind bullying, unless it's due to being a pain in the backside, and that's my fault. Is it my fault that I'm the way I am? Nope, and everyone else should realise that; stop worrying about image and think more about the things that are important, such as friendship, trust, and life.
After a rocky entrance, between the both of us, in which we ended up hating each other and not being the best of friends - to say the least - we've kinda built a friendship from nothing. Although, you might have went a bit overboard during the forums, you have never once lost my respect and I do see you as one of the best posters on this site. Just like people were saying during Goatboy's topic "You're one of the names I look for when reading post". The same goes for you.
Only a few people are now actually even worth looking at, as everyone else is so fixated on whether MGS2 is the best game of all time, or if the XBox is gonna have the graphical ability to compete with the GameCube. Personally, I don't care and reading something like this is far more interesting.
My personal joys of life have changed so much from moving house. They actually say that moving house is one of the most dramatic things that can happen to someone in their life, and I'll probably have to agree with that statement. Not only has it changed me, but it's changed the way I think, the way I see things, the way I act and the way I am. It sounds corny, but it's true. And it's mainly due to this place. If you go all the way back to my first post, you'll notice at just how bad my punctuation, grammar and spelling really was and the funny thing is, I actually expected to win GAD for a lot of my posts.
Since getting friendly with Fogmaster, back in September, I decided to go into web design and as a mass favour, I set up viewandplay, so we could both do a website together. Ok, we had our disputes and not all went to plan. But, it's changed the person I am and I spend all my time with a web design book in front of me or a design program opened and in use. I've come furthur in a matter of months then I could ever have imagined and it's due to will power.
Unfortunatley, I don't have the same will power with web design, as I do with school and since the beginning of year 10, my grades have taken a dramatic change - and it's not for the best. I always saw myself as invincible, as someone who would come out well, no matter what I did and now, I see the dreaded truth about it all.
I've always been one to understand people. I've always been one to see it from another point of view. I've always been one who won't take the %*$" out of you, because you're black, pink, red, blue; it doesn't really matter. That's why I hate society so much and love this place. There's no-one here to judge me ("Stretch" - Shut it :-D )and there is no reason behind bullying, unless it's due to being a pain in the backside, and that's my fault. Is it my fault that I'm the way I am? Nope, and everyone else should realise that; stop worrying about image and think more about the things that are important, such as friendship, trust, and life.
After reading a superb post by Happy in Life that somehow failed to win GAD, probably in favour of "Gaycube is 2 small" I feel I should write about me, for those of you who just see me as an arrogant beardy Welsh smug type person. Yes, strictly speaking, this should be in Life, but I know everyone in here - This is my forum of choice and I like everyone. Except BradW. It's not about films though, so leave now if thats what you expected. Well, maybe it's a bit about films.
Since I started this antiquated system of grammar school, life basically slumped into education. Thats not right, surely? We're right next door to the local Secondary school, and that means we get "Boffin!" yells by 12 year olds smoking all day and they get "Learn to read!" comments. I don't suppose anyone cares to think that maybe getting lucky on one exam does not place you intellectually above everyone else not in your school. Fair enough, most of us are pretty clever, but theres a fair number who barely scraped it into Sixth Form. Someone I knew from my primary school went to the secondary, and has recently joined the Latin (My school). She hadn't changed a bit, and it was great to catch up with her. Plus she didn't smoke, despite massive pressure from everyone at that school. No, really, the school gets deserted at lunch as they all go for a fag. But it just proves my point that secondary school doesn't mean you're thicker than anyone else.
So, basically, I somehow had this image that I had to excel. And I did, not to be boastful. Top grades, all that. But what did I do out of school? I hung out with my mates occasionally, played rugby for the school. I didn't feel like I was doing much. Then, four summers ago, I discovered something that changed my life, not to be corny.
Scuba Diving.
Bloody amazing. There is nothing like hanging motionless in the water, looking at greater beauty than you can find on land, surrounded by tropical fish and wondering if you will see that hammerhead that is reported to swim here. I spend over 300 quid on scuba diving alone the next year, and my only regret was that I hadn't brought more money for more dives. Yeah, it's expensive, but then again what price do you place on enjoyment? I've done over 50 dives now and have memories from everyone of them that are unequalled in my short life. I recommend you all try this. Another thing that I started to do - watch films. Now, it's not that I never watched films before, but I only went to the cinema occasionally to watch the big Hollywood releases. Probably something by Bruckheimer. Then one day my dad sadly informed me they didn't have The Mummy to rent at the video rental, but he'd picked up a film called Dogma that looked kinda neat. So I moaned a bit and half-heartedly put it in, not recognizing the director (Some guy called Kevin Smith?) and basically sat spellbound. Pixie magic style. My dad said it was cool because it had Alan Rickman in, and I had tears running down my face from laughing. A lot. I immediately watched it again. And again. Next day I went on Amazon and ordered the DVD. Never looked back in my film-watching. Began looking into the indie culture of films, little known directors and actors, the like. It's sort of like opening your eyes. Before that I didn't know films existed outside of a narrow spectrum that only someone with tunnel-vision could love. Jesus, I had no clue at all.
One thing that had kept me happy was books. I'd always been a massive book reader, and especially beardy books. You didn't think I was called beady for nothing, did you? Always when I read books I could escape from everything - normal, I guess. That was basically the problem. My life was too normal, and I was sick of it. Something else - I absolutely love Harry Potter. it's one of the best books for escapism I've ever read. Yet I'm not seized by an urge to get all the merchandise for it or Lord of the Rings. Why? Because these books are just books to me. Not the film - thats just something to be enjoyed. Books are real to me, and I'd give up everything apart from my family just to read. Thats how much I love it. It’s not the real world, sure, and it never will be, but it’s part of my life an always will be. I seriously reckon I’d be a wreck without books. Best book I’ve ever read is Lord of the Rings or Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela. Both completely different books, but I love them both because they both inspired me, in different ways. That’s also what a book should e about – not some poxy wizard flying about on a broomstick, but books that you will read over and over again because that’s what they are about. Sure, Harry Potter is good, but it’ll never be great. What inspiration can you draw from it? Nowt.
So I’ve got my books and my films and my scuba diving. What else? The internet, of course! The Net for me is a relatively new discovery, since I’ve only been using it since June last year, when we got Anytime. So I came online, went back to a chatroom I used to go on a bit. Found two people who I enjoyed chatting to, followed them to an IRC chatroom, and found out they’d changed their names to Reaper and Iguana. Fair enough, I suppose. Blame them for me being here, by the way. They suggested I come on here. I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest, but now it’s fair to say this place is a pretty big influence on my life.
“Oh, it’s all about the GADs.” Bollix. Used to be. Not anymore. If GAD suddenly stopped, most of you would leave. Admit it. There’d be about 30ish of us left, I reckon, and I’d be one of them. These forums give me the best chance to say what I like without comments from my mates “Hur Hur, you like buks”. It’s rare to find people that you can discuss films with, and who all post quality. Equally rare are people you can chat to on MSN without just “Hey”, people who you can chat to about genuinely different things each time. It’s really cool that I have people to chat to on the Net. So I’m going to say thank you to the following for amusing me:
AliBoy – Cheers for always making me laugh, Scottish fool.
RastaBillySkank – Counting Crows rule.
Goatboy – Arguing is the best with this guy. Generous with his CDs. I appreciate it.
YH – Very amusing. We have our differences though. Ta.
Reaper +Iguana – Without them, I wouldn’t be here.
Vottanator – Still likes A.I, somehow. Made me watch Heat, and it ruled. Thanks for that.
Grix + Meka – Two of the best posters on the site, in my opinion. You guys rule.
Mr Nice Guy – The Man. Nuff said.
Mr Happy – Always fun to read your posts.
Cheers lads. Without you, SR wouldn’t be what it is to me.
One other person who I chat to on the Net who doesn’t frequent these lovely forums, despite my multiple attempts to persuade her to, is someone on IRC. Name of Katie. Excellent to chat to, makes time fly. It’s cool to go on IRC and see her online, because it means if I want to say anything that I couldn’t tell anyone else, she’ll be ready to listen, anytime. It rules.
So that’s me, basically. I’m arrogant about myself, definitely beardy, always smug, and surely Welsh. Whats this post changed? Nothing, probably. It’s me, and that’s who I am. I bet in a year I’ll be a different person.
Cool. 's going to be fun.
Since I started this antiquated system of grammar school, life basically slumped into education. Thats not right, surely? We're right next door to the local Secondary school, and that means we get "Boffin!" yells by 12 year olds smoking all day and they get "Learn to read!" comments. I don't suppose anyone cares to think that maybe getting lucky on one exam does not place you intellectually above everyone else not in your school. Fair enough, most of us are pretty clever, but theres a fair number who barely scraped it into Sixth Form. Someone I knew from my primary school went to the secondary, and has recently joined the Latin (My school). She hadn't changed a bit, and it was great to catch up with her. Plus she didn't smoke, despite massive pressure from everyone at that school. No, really, the school gets deserted at lunch as they all go for a fag. But it just proves my point that secondary school doesn't mean you're thicker than anyone else.
So, basically, I somehow had this image that I had to excel. And I did, not to be boastful. Top grades, all that. But what did I do out of school? I hung out with my mates occasionally, played rugby for the school. I didn't feel like I was doing much. Then, four summers ago, I discovered something that changed my life, not to be corny.
Scuba Diving.
Bloody amazing. There is nothing like hanging motionless in the water, looking at greater beauty than you can find on land, surrounded by tropical fish and wondering if you will see that hammerhead that is reported to swim here. I spend over 300 quid on scuba diving alone the next year, and my only regret was that I hadn't brought more money for more dives. Yeah, it's expensive, but then again what price do you place on enjoyment? I've done over 50 dives now and have memories from everyone of them that are unequalled in my short life. I recommend you all try this. Another thing that I started to do - watch films. Now, it's not that I never watched films before, but I only went to the cinema occasionally to watch the big Hollywood releases. Probably something by Bruckheimer. Then one day my dad sadly informed me they didn't have The Mummy to rent at the video rental, but he'd picked up a film called Dogma that looked kinda neat. So I moaned a bit and half-heartedly put it in, not recognizing the director (Some guy called Kevin Smith?) and basically sat spellbound. Pixie magic style. My dad said it was cool because it had Alan Rickman in, and I had tears running down my face from laughing. A lot. I immediately watched it again. And again. Next day I went on Amazon and ordered the DVD. Never looked back in my film-watching. Began looking into the indie culture of films, little known directors and actors, the like. It's sort of like opening your eyes. Before that I didn't know films existed outside of a narrow spectrum that only someone with tunnel-vision could love. Jesus, I had no clue at all.
One thing that had kept me happy was books. I'd always been a massive book reader, and especially beardy books. You didn't think I was called beady for nothing, did you? Always when I read books I could escape from everything - normal, I guess. That was basically the problem. My life was too normal, and I was sick of it. Something else - I absolutely love Harry Potter. it's one of the best books for escapism I've ever read. Yet I'm not seized by an urge to get all the merchandise for it or Lord of the Rings. Why? Because these books are just books to me. Not the film - thats just something to be enjoyed. Books are real to me, and I'd give up everything apart from my family just to read. Thats how much I love it. It’s not the real world, sure, and it never will be, but it’s part of my life an always will be. I seriously reckon I’d be a wreck without books. Best book I’ve ever read is Lord of the Rings or Long Walk To Freedom by Nelson Mandela. Both completely different books, but I love them both because they both inspired me, in different ways. That’s also what a book should e about – not some poxy wizard flying about on a broomstick, but books that you will read over and over again because that’s what they are about. Sure, Harry Potter is good, but it’ll never be great. What inspiration can you draw from it? Nowt.
So I’ve got my books and my films and my scuba diving. What else? The internet, of course! The Net for me is a relatively new discovery, since I’ve only been using it since June last year, when we got Anytime. So I came online, went back to a chatroom I used to go on a bit. Found two people who I enjoyed chatting to, followed them to an IRC chatroom, and found out they’d changed their names to Reaper and Iguana. Fair enough, I suppose. Blame them for me being here, by the way. They suggested I come on here. I didn’t think much of it at first, to be honest, but now it’s fair to say this place is a pretty big influence on my life.
“Oh, it’s all about the GADs.” Bollix. Used to be. Not anymore. If GAD suddenly stopped, most of you would leave. Admit it. There’d be about 30ish of us left, I reckon, and I’d be one of them. These forums give me the best chance to say what I like without comments from my mates “Hur Hur, you like buks”. It’s rare to find people that you can discuss films with, and who all post quality. Equally rare are people you can chat to on MSN without just “Hey”, people who you can chat to about genuinely different things each time. It’s really cool that I have people to chat to on the Net. So I’m going to say thank you to the following for amusing me:
AliBoy – Cheers for always making me laugh, Scottish fool.
RastaBillySkank – Counting Crows rule.
Goatboy – Arguing is the best with this guy. Generous with his CDs. I appreciate it.
YH – Very amusing. We have our differences though. Ta.
Reaper +Iguana – Without them, I wouldn’t be here.
Vottanator – Still likes A.I, somehow. Made me watch Heat, and it ruled. Thanks for that.
Grix + Meka – Two of the best posters on the site, in my opinion. You guys rule.
Mr Nice Guy – The Man. Nuff said.
Mr Happy – Always fun to read your posts.
Cheers lads. Without you, SR wouldn’t be what it is to me.
One other person who I chat to on the Net who doesn’t frequent these lovely forums, despite my multiple attempts to persuade her to, is someone on IRC. Name of Katie. Excellent to chat to, makes time fly. It’s cool to go on IRC and see her online, because it means if I want to say anything that I couldn’t tell anyone else, she’ll be ready to listen, anytime. It rules.
So that’s me, basically. I’m arrogant about myself, definitely beardy, always smug, and surely Welsh. Whats this post changed? Nothing, probably. It’s me, and that’s who I am. I bet in a year I’ll be a different person.
Cool. 's going to be fun.
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