Something I saw on google.

If someone wants a sheep, then that means that he exists. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Interesting theory, especially as I would love to have a sheep.
Hmmmm.
Discuss

Can I have stripes?

Lifesaving penguin Jumpers

The future?

Writer mag
Originally uploaded by Sprout appreciation.

Oh, this peppers my asparagus. I love the internet.

Clicky to make it bigger, save it- pass around, whatever.

49%

Thats what I got for an essay retuned to me today.
Which begs the question- "is that the best you can do?"
and if not, what happened?
With nothing else BUT Uni to do 49% is a fucking atrocious mark. Especially for 3rd year. I'm supposed to have a degree in 3 weeks. And that kind of a mark is coming back to me.
Which begs the question- "Is it time to accept that, although you'd love to be, you aren't, any kind of environmental manager?"
Is it time to cut my losses and run. Put it down to experiance and have the guts to say " I'm just not good enough"
The bitterest part of today has been that, in true cliche fashion, I've just let myself down- Where do you run to when it's your own self who's looking at you with poorly disguised disgust?

So where to now? I'm finding it harder and harder to pick myself up off the floor these days. And I'm so close to this degree, this thing that I've been aiming for , for so long, I don't want to fuck up, but I have no past acheivements to look back on. This would be it. My big acheivement in life, and so many people supporting me. And I'm going to let them all down.

Dangerous Dave

Dave's hutch
Originally uploaded by Sprout appreciation.

Just for Russ: heres your fav bunny enjoying some grass.
I've popped a few more up on Flickr.

Not ONE?

There's something distressing about not getting any comments when You've posted something on the blog. Very distressing indeed.
Almost as distressing as realising that I can't for the life of me spell 'definitely'. I always get in there with the 'e' in the wrong place. That bloody 'e' I hate it. I can't even think of a word like 'definitely'.
'almost positive' perhaps? Nope, it's not happening.

Now if I could just breathe through my nose....

Welcome to my world of the Spring Cold. It hid itself as hayfever but proved unresponsive to antihistimines. Fear not! it was beaten down by St Lemsip of the blessed lemon.
But it has not left. It is merely hiding and making me bogey lots and make "snooork" noises though my nostrils and wake up feeling like a big hairy wallaby has kipped in my mouth.
GO AWAY COLD!

no!!! really?

You make my chain mail rust

I wandered over to Russ' blog for a bit of a looksie at what he's been up to. Not much apart from a bit of misdirection on his part. I did, however, find out that Mark Billingham someone russ rattles on about a fair amount was in the fanastic "Maid Marion and her merry men"- A much beloved show of me as a yoof. That changes everything. What a show. God lurv it. Sorry Mr Billingham, I've not read any of your books yet but I did fancy you when I was 14. It was the mud and the gormless expression.

Now THATS fancy!

I got posh pants. Nice posh pants with little ribbony bits in acute girly bow at the front. I zipped my trousers up, With the girly ribbony bits ON THE OUTSIDE of the zip. I wonder why I'm getting horrified/admiring looks. Look down. I appear to have dreadlocked pubes.
I rock.

hey ho!

Hey gang-a-lang
how goes it.
I hope Jen doesn't mind me using the picture i stole off of her website.
I say stole. I Borrowed it. I'll give it back. Honest.
I love this picture though. Its like "rarrrrr!"
hehehe

spring has sprung

Solstice Greetings!
Happy solstice peeps!
It is in fact the start of spring. We just need to get someone from the met office to tell nature and we'll be all set. hooray for spring- everyone rush outside and look for a daffodil! Quick!

Badger badger here comes the Badger

I've been informed by Russel that he's managed to negotiate the perilous and winding road back from Bristol, along with my Skeleton Bob prize from Stuart. I wonder if he's managed to drink himself into ill health as good as he managed in Chicago? That was pretty sick. I hope he recovers soon (and gets my stuff posted off!)

Care in the community
My mate Bob has just moved into a new house in Perth. Hope its a smooth move Bob!
Bob is another one in a long line of my successful mates who put me to shame. (He's the lawyer btw) I hope to go up and visit soon and hang a curtain at his front door and examine his tea making facilities.

sorry to all!

Skeleton Bob

Having just re-read that last post I realised I sounded particularly pathetic and petulant and, since I'm alliterating so much, Pants. I apologise. I was trying to be cool and I made a crap post.
I'm excited about getting my skeleton Bob picture through from the great Mcbeard in the sky. I don't usually win anything so my joy is doubled. Yay!

Impending Destruction

One guy out my class, hereby known as fannybaws, has gotten himself an interview for a planning job with the council (Names withheld to protect the mental). Good for him you might be thinking but frankly if he gets this job it's going to be one of those unnatural paradigm thingies and mankind's programming will be erased. He's such a Poop. I can't take much more.

Success and lack of it

I've recently noticed an awful lot of folks who I knew from school* and they are doing TREMENDOUSLY well. I react with a mixture of hostilitly and bitterness, mainly from a selfish angle. I don't grudge them success but what the hell's wrong with me?? I wish I had some drive to do something-ANYTHING! But I don't. Another stick to beat myself with.

* This is one of them's site. Its a music thing which was her idea and now her company.

Joy Joy

Well, I won The McBeardie's competition.
I am going to be the proud owner of an ORIGINAL Skeleton Bob.
At this point I'd like to thank the photographer, the shop from which the Clincher of a bowler hat came from and of course my fans, who support me all the way.
Yesterday was shaping out to be a fucking doozy of a day. A really pisser. But then quickly ended on a shiny point with Badger boy phoning to tell me of my win.
I'm pleased because I can look more fucking stupid than anyone else. Yay For Me

I thought I'd chuck this up...

It's been so long since I embarrassed Russ.
Enjoy!

bye bye

Russ, sorry. I removed you as a team member for sprout appreciation.
Things haven't been going well between us and you never talk here anymore, I feel like I'm alone. And now I've found out. You've been seeing another blog *sniff* (I promised myself I wouldn't cry) I hope your happy with that slut of a blog you've taken up with.
I've left your stuff online. I suggest you come get it before my snail eats it.

A Nasty case of BPE

Yesterday I woke up with an eyeball that resembled a big pink blancmange. (I seriously hope thats the correct spelling. Never have I encountered a word like it)
So I went in to the optician fearing eye loss AT THE VERY LEAST. A gaping maw etc.
She diagnosed, however, bacterial Conjunctivitis. Or BPE*
So, I'm not allowed to wear my contact lenses until saturday. Disaster.
I've not worn glasses for 6 years now. I'm stumbling like a fool and falling down stairs**. Worst of all people are looking sidelong at me as I peer at them like Aunty Jan at christmas asking why you STILL don't have a girlfriend (are you one if them? Elsie at the club's son is and he wears pink shirts!)
I feel like a twock***
I miss my contact lenses.

*Big Pink Eye
** and over things, small children and pets
*** Look footnotes!

Get OFF THE PAVEMENT

Rant alert!
When are cyclists going to realise that the pavement is not where you belong??
(Except if you have stabilisers and some cartoon character on both your bike, helmet and masses of padding and no cognitive action)(Russel the exception)
Now, I've just got mildly annoyed up till now and made do with shouting at their rapidly retreating backsides. But today the ultimate insult. i heard the "ahem" of an embarrassed cyclist behind me. They're usually unwilling to make eye contact BECAUSE THEY KNOW THEY'RE WRONG but today I turned round to do my "see the little green path at the side of the road? thats a cycle lane. See that thing between your legs? Not that, yep, that. ITS A BICYCLE.
It was a bloodly mountain bike police man. Biker police uniform, helmet and black bike with police written on it. And he was wobbling like a toddler. I couldn't believe it. He had the decency to look apologetic at least. But what an example.

Ok tell me why I'm wrong...

(But only on this- not generally, right Russel?)
Ok, I hoved on over to Ian Rankin's website
Now, I'm not the best at written english but I always thought if a name or something ended in 's' then you didn't need to add another one when it's an ownership thing.
On Rankin's website it says Rebus's Scotland. I thought it should be Rebus' Scotland.
I'm not picking holes- just trying to keep myself right. Please leap in and tell me why I'm wrong.

Valentines

Well the day is over, did you all have fun?
I got a bear. Just a toy one not a grizzly but it did manage to fufil an ambition for me. Bear Factory, where it came from were supplying free Underwear with your bear and mine came with two attractive pairs of pants. One pair for the bear and one pair *claps excitedly* FOR THE SHEEP.
Yep I have a small toy sheep in white pants.
That made valentines for me.
Oh and someone bought me the bear, I wasn't just trying to buy a friend.
Right?

everyone else has one!

Here's my word cloud. Brilliantly there are a couple of swear words AND (and this is the best and!) two manic laughter bits. TWO!!
fantastic.

Valentines day Approacheth!

So I thought I would post a few Ideas for a green valentines day.
Every year over 100 million crappy cards go into our waste dumps, not being recycled or unable to be recycled because they are laminated or some such nonsense.
When did we start saying "I love you" with expensive, mass produced cards that, lets face it, suck anyway??? Is this kind crap going to get us Laid? NO!
Consider:
"Here darling, I chose a shit card with false sentiment because, lets face it, I don't have the britches to sort out something original"
I can almost hear the pants hitting the floor.
Roses (the flowers), are out too, sorry; They are mass produced overseas with gallons of pesticides and use what amounts to slave labour.They are then flown across the globe adding to the Co2 problems. (And speaking as a girl, are as banal as they come)
So lets try to be a little more original on the day.
However, I realise most folk are unsure about straying from the beaten path,
So for the unoriginal and uninspired amoungst us (me included) I have provided some links:
Ideas for cards and what to do with them after the day.
Craftser: I quote from the site "If you've been known to run with scissors, cavort with your fellow rebel DIY'ers here" excellent site.
I'll add more as I find them.
Enjoy!

thats just not cricket

I woke up yesterday morning with a spot on my nose. A huge spot. Etna-esque.
I have several issues with this spot:
I'm 25. My days of teenage plooks are finished. It's one of those spots. The juicy painful kind. Has no-one informed my skin that I'm no longer at school?
It's been ages since I had the urge to wear my fringe over one side of my face to hide a beezer of a spot.
bloody spots.

I'm not a hippy.

I've been gone a long time. I can only apologise. Profusely.
So I thought I would write occasionally about things that concern me. And ultimately you too, as I'm not just gonna write about how I have to shave my belly button or how I got curry paste on the kitchen surfaces and they won't scrub clean.
Nope- I'm gonna go slightly political on you all.
Now, I can hear footsteps running for the door so just wait right there. You came here and you can just wait.
Now: Some background. I'm a student (If you're gonna throw stuff, throw food) and I study aspects of environmental things. Planning law, sustainable development and the like. I also have some opinions on things too. Though you would think looking at me I would have difficulties getting both feet in separate pant legs in the morning. (pants as in knickers btw. Not trousers. Trousers are trousers. Pants are silly)
So I get angry about some stuff and I leave it off the blog. But I've changed my mind.
This morning I listened to a debate on radio scotland about sustainable energy.
I have to say, a lot of milk sloshed out of my fruit n fibre in fury so you can guess that I wasn't too impressed. I don't think enough people are taking this seriously. We are headed for a major, major fuck up. NIMBY's (Not In My Back Yard's) are having a very detrimental effect on our future ability to live.
"Build wind farms" is one proposal. Just not there. Or there. Or here. Or over there say the NIMBY's. and the RSBP reckon that windfarms are gonna nicely chop passing rare species. Plus wind power isn't reliable.
Any other options?
Nuclear power.(Just to be clear here I'm highlighting sustainable power sources- not coal, oil or the other fossil fuels. They've had their day)
So then Friends of the Earth (I'm obviously just an aquaintance of the earth)say "No more Nuclear stations" and they highlight nuclear waste and all the associated fears that go with nuclear power.
All have their detractors. All have supporters. But I think we need to all do some reading and learning because we HAVE to come up with some form of solution. So go do some learning, find out. Because I promise you: this is an issue you will have to come to terms with. All of us. Regardless of where you live.We all have a responsibility to this planet.

I thought I'd also include some fun links for little environmental things to do too. I might do them first and let you know how I got on. How does that sound?