Sorry, but…

I’m kind of glad that Big Brother is about to stop airing. Not least the friend on Facebook who posts anything about Big Brother, or that guy with the really strong accent (methinks he milks it a bit).

I hate the Daily Mail

… and the way it conveys teenagers, racism, bigotry, bad science, and pretty much every news topic this side of Baby P.
Obviously Baby P’s case is atrocious, but the Mail’s constant slagging off of anyone involved gets on my nerves, after… what, 3 words? And this battering ram of opinion hitting you round the face…

Along with the Sun, News Of The World, and every other newspaper. The Daily Sport isn’t even sport.

And on its website, Mail Online, you’ll find the commenters really enjoy hopping upon the high horse. Topics such as ‘Broken britan’ [sic], ‘immigrents’ [sic] and ‘National Heal Servic’ [sic] are regularly discussed. ‘The woman is one of our Nulabour illiterates’, one commenter screams in your face. ‘God help Britain because our children won’t be able to.’

But that comment stood out more than any slanging match between Jordan and Peter, documented as breaking news on the Mail website.

The fact that this man relies upon a non-existent non-entity to fix the world in the absence of ‘our children’ really upset me. He has the arrogance to believe his ‘generation’ is the last to have ‘moral values’ or use ‘proper language’.

We have teenagers interested in science, in maths, in politics, in literature.

Our teenagers are capable of doing anything they could possibly want to.

I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of people slagging us off.

Please make a stand. Because I’m too lazy to do it myself.

Kthxbai

Are you bored?

I know I am.

WELL, LOOK NO FURTHER THAN:

BEDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!

Good for the brain, heart, liver, and in fact pretty much every other body part you could think of.

NO NEED FOR ANY EFFORT

Just put on a fresh pair of pyjamas and jump into a nice cosy bed for uninterrupted unadulterated natural healing time.

AND THIS IS NO HOMEOPATHY!

Scientists™ tell us that getting into bed is at least 1:1 healing power, compared to today’s 1:10000000000000000000 homeopathic woo.

BETTER THAN SLICED BREAD

You may wish to eat a piece of bread before you go to bed. Just eat, jump in, sleep, and wake up in the morning refreshed and ready for whatever the world may throw at you. Even if it is a bit of sliced bread.

Shut up now.

ALAN, changeable weather, a lack of glasses in the house, and Dr Ben Goldacre

Point One. This ALAN, it’s not a person. It’s an exam (Adult Literacy and Numeracy). I took it back in December, and I passed first time. The reason I took it is rather complex. There are seven Maths sets in my school. Sets 1-4 have taken Higher tier Maths GCSE, while 5-7 would have taken the Foundation Tier. I was in set Four. But we took the Higher paper, which gave us a better chance of getting a C, though we may not pass because the maths in the Higher Tier is relatively hard from a Set 4 point of view. So, sets 3 and 4 took this ALAN test, which is worth a GCSE. The idea is to compensate for the GCSE that might have been lost in the Maths Higher Paper. So now to the principle. I was so happy, and so were my classmates, about taking this test. This test came as a good surprise. Now then, proficient set 1 and 2 decided to stick their oar in, and try to take this ALAN test. But a few have gone round annoyed that they have to go in for another exam. Not happy that they have been given an easy GCSE. And it’s not the fact that they have the upper hand again that severely annoys me, but the fact that some are decrying ALAN as a waste of time. Ha, but of course they’re still going to take it. The moral of this rant is: Never dismiss an opportunity that you weren’t entitled to before.

Point Two. Last night we had this rather strong bout of rain, which was nice to sit awake and listen to it at midnight. I don’t know, there’s something comforting about listening to rain from indoors. Hmm.

Point Three. There are few usable glasses in the house, possibly because some of them are broken.

Point Four. I have bought Ben Goldacre’s book Bad Science, and I hope that he doesn’t mind that I give him a paragraph, albeit a very unseen paragraph. Erm, so far I have read up to page 27, and I’ve already learnt about ‘detox’ baths, Hopi ear candles (which sound quite painful) and crafty sales pitches disguised as science. I’m looking forward to the next two-hundred-odd pages. Most of the ‘treatments’ that are investigated in the book are often clever, I’ll give them that, but deceptive and unsatisfying; and since one might pay £10 for one of these odd jiggery- pokery sessions, damaging to the pocket. And jeez, Brain Gym is just total woo. There’s not much you can say about schools’ money being spent on silly exercises when all you really need is water, food and regular breaks. And, erm, I think I’ve done quite well on just that.

French!!!!

Not as hot as yesterday, as per mentioned, but fairly moderate.

Now then n0w then now then, it”s the day of my Listening exam!

Biscuits.

Revision

… can go and stick itself in the sticking place.

Currently I’m doing half hourly strikes of maths and english, inbetween little breaks. This is a break.

Aaaaaagggghhhh!

See Crunchynut Gallery for a few pictures of my Dad’s recent gig.

//me am quite sorry.

Sorry for the rather lengthly hiatus between christmas and now. 
i seem to have been… asleep/busy/eating/working/schooling/feeling down/feeling happy/meeting/having birthday celebrations.

As a matter of fact, I am now refurbishing most of my websites because I just feel they need a bit of refreshing. I’ve already completed my year-old forum (which can be found here) and my Myspace profile.