Mil's moved:

[M]y brand new digital camera had been broken. She handed it to me and I held it tenderly in my hands. Its lens was wrenched off to one side at an ugly angle - like a broken neck. Like the broken neck of some delicate, beautiful bird that had shiny silver plumage, a smooth body containing both internal and SD card memory and a 4x optical zoom beak, or something.

Hmm, a blogspot link "Christian Speed Dating" takes me to this site, where they have Christian nights scheduled apparently. I wonder if people go for it...

Hey, Gavin's got a job! Fantastic! I'd link to Gavin's blog entry, but there isnt one, and linking to Will would be sort of like linking to this entry. And that's just daft.

What did I do today? I stayed in bed reading for a change, getting to the final section of What's So Amazing About Grace?. I filled in forms and read bibles and stuff. No Chris Moyles this week.

We went shopping today. I ran into Mike and Sam(antha) from Focus Do It All, except that they're not anymore. They were together, which was odd. Very strange seeing them after three years. Nicholas was bemoaning my strange mood at shopping. Needlessly high spirits. We had a friendly alternative type at our check-out, apparently called Joey. I swiped some boxes for packing things like books and cheesecake in.

I've got back from picking mum up from work. She's a good mum; she had boxes for me to put things in. Sort of like a pot for putting balloons in only better. Dad's out on the lash with Alan in Bagshot. Well, not exactly.

What's your flavour?
Tell me; what's your flavour?

Ah. This boning up on numbers might not be immediately necessary. I reread the letter from the council and I'm being tested on verbal something or other (eaaaaaaaasy) and "numerical reasoning" for which I might have a calculator, in which case I can do it.

Hello. Among other things this morning, I've finally got round to seeing just how bad at maths I am. I did the practise tests for the interview first. I did okay on everything apart from the number stuff. I still remember how to do various sums and stuff, just not in my head. I got an A for maths at GCSE (notably not for English lit) but I've apparently been avoiding maths too studiously for the past five years. I tested myself on my multiplication tables by filing in one of those 12x12 grids. Took me about quarter of an hour, which sounds terrible, but when you have 124 boxes to fill in, that's seven and a bit per minute. Still, it's not great. I'm downloading cheesy kid's software. I wish there was a Mental Arithmetic of the Dead game. I seem to remember we had a more prosaic game on our ZX48k where you caught apples. Actually I think that was a typing tutor. Ah well, back to it.

Hello everybody! Let's take a journey back in time! Whoo!

Good morning. Today I think I will blog some random snippets and then realise I have neglected what I actually got up to. Then perhaps I might write a blog entry which opens something along the lines of "Hello everybody! Let's take a journey back in time! Whoo!". After that, I might go to town and do a rapid reclaim on my JSA, leaving behind my money so that I don't spend it only to give Nicholas money to buy The Imitation of Christ for me. It's my faint suspicion that he will. Then I'll listen to Just a Minute which will be a great edition wherein Paul Merton wins, Clement Freud being oddly bad but still coming second. Just a hunch mind you. Then I think that this conceit will get old quickly and I'll stop the entry.

I think I might put an inspirational slogan on my blog:

< an anecdote free zone > - Where problems meet solutions and then beat them with big sticks

Forgiveness; good idea isn't it? Well, either I'm happily deluded, or I don't really have very much to forgive. I've had a ridiculously easy life thus far really, so I wonder what right I have to speak about forgiveness. Sadly for you guys, it's not going to stop me.

Here's the thing. I can grudgingly accept, you know, on a theoretical level, that if you have something to forgive, especially in a mutual squabble, you can't sit back and wait for the other person to say "I'm sorry." You've got to take the initiative somehow. Jesus said "Forgive them; they don't know what they're doing" to his accusers, and it wasn't because they said sorry. So far, no-one has wished me dead for long enough for it to be a pressing concern, yet predictably enough Jesus is apparently better at forgiving people than I am.

Now, what happens if somone has riled you, but they don't know about it, or even if they do, they're not saying sorry? It's easy if they say sorry - you're both on the same page. Not having that option you can a) forgive them in your hearts and/or b) forgive them to their faces. This last one is a terribly worrying thing:

ME I forgive you for, like, being a jerk and stuff.
THE OTHER PARTY That was you. In fact, apparently it is you, right now.
ME [wishes the world would end about nowish]

Naturally, I exaggerate. It seems to me that it'd be quite some trick to forgive without accusing. Suitable perhaps for more experienced forgivers. Is this nonsense?

Well speaking of buy orders, Nicholas has just bought The Imitation of Christ for me. My orders were, buy it at up to £3.50. Between £3.50 and £4 flip a coin. He asked me whether he should buy it if it was £4 or more. I suppose I might have issued him with a D12 and more instruction. Well, after £4 treat it as a Leman Russ Tank - use your assault cannon and try to take one of the projectile weapons out.

Blogshares has made all the blogs I added available to trade, which has both put my blog's value back up to it's highest point, and meant that I've been doing a little trading. Unfortunately I don't know anything about the real stock market, so I'm a bit clueless. I sold a quarter of my shares (250) in my blog, resulting in a tidy sum of spending money, and bought 100 James shares and 100 Victor shares. After all this time I couldn't buy shares in Mark Shea though. I placed a buy order for 25 shares in him (Price:$104.54 Min. Market Price:$0.00). No - I don't know what that means. If it means that I get shares at some point then that's good.