🎸 I sold a Pearl Jam promo overnight. Thank chuff for that. Gawd I bloody hate Pearl Jam. What a racket. It's been sitting in the loft for a couple of decades, even managing to annoy for simply being there. Harsh? You need some roll with your rock. Pearl Jam are by no means alone, but it's just soulless. Can't you tell that my musical mind has been cleansed after offloading this for a tenner?#
🌳 Forest on MOTD was the Sunday morning breakfast catch up. Oh dear. Half empty, etc. A point is a point, but this game was there for the taking. As I RT-ed last night: reaching the Premier League is a lot more fun that the reality of being in it. VAR can do one. I'm almost nostalgic for Barnsley away.#
💰 The next task was to pre-load up some eBay snipes for later in the day. Sunday evening is eBay Selling Central. There is a modern interweb myth that everyone goes online on Sunday evening as the telly is so crap. Sellers traditionally schedule their items to end around 8pm. That may have been the case back in the day, but there is no offline now it seems.#
This got me thinking about a long lost site whose name now escapes me. It was 1.0 peer buying model. The premise was that the more users that pledge to buy a f-off TV, the cheaper the price comes as the central buyer can load up in bulk. I didn't buy anything from the site and it may not have ben legit. The modern interweb 1.0 was a very strange beast.#
🎵 R pinged, tipping me off about the new Dexy's and Primal Scream collaboration. It's a worthy fundraiser for the Enough is Enough campaign. Having listened to the track all the way through, I can conclude that yeah, Enough is Enough. It's a left-field collaboration but a crap song. It sounds like an outtake from the Brush Stroke sessions.#
☔ The rest of the morning was spent waiting for the miserable rian to stop. Right on time, this took place shortly after midday. I was our signal to escape and GTFO whilst we could.#
🏈 We hit a strong pace as we strode up towards the University wearing wellies. The Essex Blades American Football team had their first home match of the season. I've been trying for a few years to get into American football. Basketball and ice hockey are second nature to me. But I've always struggled with Gridiron.#
Having a team playing right out on our doorstep is an opportunity too good to miss. I attended a few games post-lockdown, more of an excuse to just get out and be semi-social once again. But I still struggle with the finer details of the rules. Reading wikipedia or watching a YT explainer video doesn't prepare you for chaos that can often take place.#
Once again we didn't have a clue what was going off. We understood that each team was trying to gain ground, and they had limited opportunities to achieve this. We also recognised the basic tactic of matching up with an opponent and essentially blocking them out of the game. Plus it was bloody physical. The away team had a female playing, which was pretty cool to see.
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🌲 We hung around for an hour or so, and then the skies started to bruise once again. Time to GTFO. We took a different route back through Weird Wiv Woods. The thinking was that the tree cover would offer up some protection.
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We took a few random turns and ended up down a back alley that was foreign territory for us both. It was close to the Coop though, which was perfect timing for the Sunday afternoon raid on the tramp's banquet reduced section.#
There was some bloke hosting an RSPB sign up stall.#
...he optimistically asked.#
Erm... We were a little tongue tied. I just wanted to get home and neck my reduced price 15p cheese croissants. What were we suppose to say? NO, we bloody hate nature, us. It was a similar question to the one asked by the Labour twonks a few years ago outside the Coop:#
NO. ffs.#
And so that's two weekend walks ticked off. It's all a little nostalgic for lockdown tbh. But without all the paranoia and Armageddon headlines.#
I surrendered in The Battle of the Heating. My tipping point was an outdoor temperature of 10 degrees. It hovered at around 11 early evening. The reasoning from A was that a damp house needed warming up. And so did the cats.#
🎸 I sold a Pearl Jam promo overnight. Thank chuff for that. Gawd I bloody hate Pearl Jam. What a racket. It's been sitting in the loft for a couple of decades, even managing to annoy for simply being there. Harsh? You need some roll with your rock. Pearl Jam are by no means alone, but it's just soulless. Can't you tell that my musical mind has been cleansed after offloading this for a tenner?#
🌳 Forest on MOTD was the Sunday morning breakfast catch up. Oh dear. Half empty, etc. A point is a point, but this game was there for the taking. As I RT-ed last night: reaching the Premier League is a lot more fun that the reality of being in it. VAR can do one. I'm almost nostalgic for Barnsley away.#
💰 The next task was to pre-load up some eBay snipes for later in the day. Sunday evening is eBay Selling Central. There is a modern interweb myth that everyone goes online on Sunday evening as the telly is so crap. Sellers traditionally schedule their items to end around 8pm. That may have been the case back in the day, but there is no offline now it seems.#
This got me thinking about a long lost site whose name now escapes me. It was 1.0 peer buying model. The premise was that the more users that pledge to buy a f-off TV, the cheaper the price comes as the central buyer can load up in bulk. I didn't buy anything from the site and it may not have ben legit. The modern interweb 1.0 was a very strange beast.#
🎵 R pinged, tipping me off about the new Dexy's and Primal Scream collaboration. It's a worthy fundraiser for the Enough is Enough campaign. Having listened to the track all the way through, I can conclude that yeah, Enough is Enough. It's a left-field collaboration but a crap song. It sounds like an outtake from the Brush Stroke sessions.#
☔ The rest of the morning was spent waiting for the miserable rian to stop. Right on time, this took place shortly after midday. I was our signal to escape and GTFO whilst we could.#
🏈 We hit a strong pace as we strode up towards the University wearing wellies. The Essex Blades American Football team had their first home match of the season. I've been trying for a few years to get into American football. Basketball and ice hockey are second nature to me. But I've always struggled with Gridiron.#
Having a team playing right out on our doorstep is an opportunity too good to miss. I attended a few games post-lockdown, more of an excuse to just get out and be semi-social once again. But I still struggle with the finer details of the rules. Reading wikipedia or watching a YT explainer video doesn't prepare you for chaos that can often take place.#
Once again we didn't have a clue what was going off. We understood that each team was trying to gain ground, and they had limited opportunities to achieve this. We also recognised the basic tactic of matching up with an opponent and essentially blocking them out of the game. Plus it was bloody physical. The away team had a female playing, which was pretty cool to see.
#
🌲 We hung around for an hour or so, and then the skies started to bruise once again. Time to GTFO. We took a different route back through Weird Wiv Woods. The thinking was that the tree cover would offer up some protection.
#
We took a few random turns and ended up down a back alley that was foreign territory for us both. It was close to the Coop though, which was perfect timing for the Sunday afternoon raid on the tramp's banquet reduced section.#
There was some bloke hosting an RSPB sign up stall.#
...he optimistically asked.#
Erm... We were a little tongue tied. I just wanted to get home and neck my reduced price 15p cheese croissants. What were we suppose to say? NO, we bloody hate nature, us. It was a similar question to the one asked by the Labour twonks a few years ago outside the Coop:#
NO. ffs.#
And so that's two weekend walks ticked off. It's all a little nostalgic for lockdown tbh. But without all the paranoia and Armageddon headlines.#
I surrendered in The Battle of the Heating. My tipping point was an outdoor temperature of 10 degrees. It hovered at around 11 early evening. The reasoning from A was that a damp house needed warming up. And so did the cats.#
