Monday, June 28, 2004

End Game

I've just discovered the other reason why I don't blog.

Anything more than reading anybody else's far superior blogs takes too much effort, and I can't be bothered. End.

Saturday, June 26, 2004

Six

Non-Dilemma Update: Compluter successfully removed of all crappy adware, spyware and all other junk for the time being. Father's compluter, on the other hand, seems to have gone down the swanny. And it's his birthday too, poor soul.

Thursday's options were... actually, I'm not going to bother to list them. You can read Thursday's blog and comments again if you need reminding. Just let it be known that the result was a six, and that the letters have now all been sent out to

The Whitely Adsheet, PC Format, The Fortean Times, Bizarre, The Radio Times, The Financial Times, Big Jugs Weekly, St Winifreds School Kidz Newz, Hansard, Parkers Car Guide

I am somewhat concerned that Rich appears to be able to guess the result of the die so frequently. I fear that they may well be in colusion. Anyway, the letters have now been addressed and posted, so if you see me in Big Jugs Weekly you know who to blame.

I was intending to post this on Friday and had wanted to do something a little different to end the week, but couldn't for previously mentioned circumstances. All of you go get yourselves a die. Do it now.

If you haven't got a die (or can't be ostriched to fnd one) you can use this instead, and follow these steps.

1. Roll your die. Do it now.

Omally, if you have trouble with any of the above, please ask Mort to help. Now take a note of the number you rolled (I rolled a 4). And so introduces the weekend challenge...

Weekend Challenge One:
Complete X Favourite Things, before the weekend is out, where X is the number rolled.

Right, I'm off to complete four favourite things...

Friday, June 25, 2004

Hang on lads....

No blog this evening as I'm having compluter woes. It seems I am one of the many victims of some adware nuisance, and I am having a little trouble in getting rid of it.

The die will be rolled again tomorrow.

Thursday, June 24, 2004

Four

Late today, sorry. I appear to be slacking. My option to yesterday's dilemma as to how I should choose which newspapers to write to were...

  • Roll the die!

  • Pick whichever one has the most interesting looking headline.

  • Ask arbitrary passers-by in the street to name a newspaper until you have ten unique ones.

  • Choose them by asking people to suggest a selection of 10 newspapers on your blog. Then let the die decide which 6 it wants. Changed to 10 by my own whim as it makes more sense).

  • Get as many newspaper names as you can find and pin them to a dartboard. Then play darts ...

  • Take the first ten in an alphabetical list of all newspapers.


  • (Sorry Car01 - your option didn't count as I need to find ten newspapers)

    I rolled a Four so, once again I'm going to have to ask for your suggestions about how to approach these newspapers - this thread in the dice-chain will come to an end, I promise you. Maybe then I might be able to get on with making my significant contribution to Zoology.

    In the meantime, however, I will have to make do with figuring out how I'm going to get to Chester Zoo, what with it being here and with me being somewhere else somewhat further away, it might take me a while to get there, or at least to think of an excuse to go. Still, do it I must, it just might take slightly longer than anticipated.

    On a side note, has anyone else noticed just how addictive pickled onions are? I really must go and eat some more...

    Dilemma Seven:
    Which ten Newspapers should I write to?

    Preferred Option:
    The Sun, The Star, News of The World, The Standard, Radcliffe News, The Guardian, The Times, News Extra, The Andover Advertiser, and of course that bastion of qualtiy newspapers, Private Eye (ok, not really a newspaper as such, but it's my game, so my rules apply).

    Wednesday, June 23, 2004

    Three

    Dilemma Update: The letters have been written, new stamps purchased, and now they're ready to go... but who should I send them to?

    My options for yesterday were...

  • Marwell

  • Rutland Farm Park

  • Chester zoo.

  • Marwell Zoo.

  • Monkey World!

  • Jersey


  • The die has spoken, and it speaketh: 3.

    I will therefore attempt to visit Chester Zoo at the earliest opportunity.

    I do have a problem about which newspapers whould receive the vital letters that I must send out. This is a wholly important dilemma, and not one that can be left to the lesser nature of my free will. I therefore leave the manner in which I should decide which newspapers up to you.

    Dilemma Six:
    How should I choose which newspapers to send letters to?

    Preferred option: Roll the die!

    Tuesday, June 22, 2004

    Four

    Dilemma Update: Would have written the letters to the newspapers today, but forgot to take pad and envelopes to work. Will write them tomorrow.

    My options for which field I should attempt to make a significant contribution to were: -

  • Athletics.

  • Architecture.

  • Things equestrian.

  • Zoology

  • Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Issues

  • Ice Skating


  • And the result was: 4

    I must therefore attempt to make a significant contribution to zoology. Being that I have not even been to a zoo for some many years, I am at a loss as to where to begin. An obvious place, I would wager, would be to visit a Zoo.

    I'm sure that since the last time I went, a much larger range of animals have been discovered and captured, perhaps even a few aliens too. I've always fancied seeing one of those.

    Dilemma Five.
    Which Zoo should I visit?

    Preferred option: Marwell (it's nearby).

    Monday, June 21, 2004

    Six

    Dilemma Update: There has been an, um, 'incident' involving the stamps. As some of you may know, I didn't blog this weekend as I was somewhat involved in making shelves, tables, and other items to go into our study. Obviously when I had completed producing such fitments, I felt compelled to fill them, with stuff that suitably fits in a study-like arena. Stuff like stamps, envelopes and writing paper.

    It was as I was tucking said items into the back of a drawer, that I heard the fatal words; "Oooh." Sarah said, "I could do with some of those." And in a nasty slow-motion stylee she reached out and stole the stamps. Thief! And right under my nose! I should probably point out at this point that I have not yet built up the courage to inform her that I am no longer her slave, but that of the die.

    I will now attempt to procure another set of stamps.

    My options for Friday's dilemma over what I should write in my letter to the newspapers were as follows...

  • Dear Sirs,

    Please do not blame me for this letter: the die told me to write it. It tells me what to do on a daily basis, and I try my best to do what it says. Today it told me to speak to you, and to tell you about my world.

    Even if you do no more than throw this letter in the bin, I beg that you remember and pass on the dies' message of wellbeing and joy: Bundebangles!

    http://grandexperiment.blogspot.com

    Best regards,
    The Dice Slave

  • Dear Sir,

    I'm writing to you with a message of glee;
    I hope you're as happy as all men should be.
    The world where we live is a wonderful place
    And I hope you walk round with a smile on your face.
    I hope that you're peaceful with nary a care
    And I hope with your readers this message you'll share.
    My love to your friends and your family too,
    And how lucky they are to be loved, sir, by you.
    Don't beat yourself up for mistakes that you've made -
    Your intentions were honest, the penalty paid.
    Love yourself, love the world, love the sun, love the sky.
    I know that I'm right - I was told by the die.

    http://grandexperiment.blogspot.com

  • Dear Newspaper Doctor
    my friend has a problem. For some time now he has been unable to fully control himself. He feels a mysterious pressure controlling him, he gets spots before his eyes and he has lost the ability to make it past a count of six.
    I have tried to reassure him and explain that this kind of thing happens to all men at some point. The thing to do is not get despondent and in time he will not need the small device on which he is currently forced to rely.
    Is my advice sound or am I just fooling myself?
    A Concerned Croupier

  • I want you to ask the readership of the newspapers how one can make jam set properly

  • Dear Mr or Mrs Newspaperperson,

    The dice told me to write to you to let you know about his plans for world domination of a happy kind.

    The world is filled with sad and lonely people and we all need to make efforts to make them smile. The dice told me so. Please help me to fulfil the dices plan.

    http://grandexperiment.blogspot.com

  • Dear Sir,

    It is vitally important that you send me the sum of five pounds. Please see http://grandexperiment.blogspot.com for full details.

    Many thanks,

    The Dice Slave


  • The die, in its unfloundering wisdom, chose Six. I will therefore attempt to blag money from a set of national and local papers. I am somewhat confused as to what this has to do with kindness and goodwill, but the die is far wiser than I, so I shall follow its guidance.

    This leaves me at a bit of a precipice - do I continue along this route, milking it for all that it's worth, or do I more onto territories new? It is the latter, of course.

    I feel I am a reasonably educated man: I would not choose to willingly partake in a televisual reality show, for example. But on the other hand, I have willingly chosen to sell my soul to a six sided piece of plastic.

    I have a degree, in English Literature and American Studies (easier than it sounds, as they can't run away very quickly). I read a fair amount, and try to keep up with the news.

    But there is a fair amount that I do not understand. Physics, Chemistry, The more difficult side of computing (other than turning it on), Veterinary Science, Humour, Proper Grammatical Structure or even the politics of the European Union all make my head spin in confusion. My life feels somewhat unfulfilled - surely there is some part of my already humongous intellect that isn't being tapped.

    Dilemma Four:
    What field* should I attempt to make a significant contribution to?

    Preferred option:
    Athletics. Anyone who has met me will know that as a 5'6" / 8.5 stoner there is hardly anything else that I am more suited to.




    *In the widest sense of the term.