The Number Eleven.

The number 11 has come to be a very interesting number. It could be a forced coincidence, but in any case it's interesting. You decide for yourself:


1. New York City has 11 letters.

2. Afghanistan has 11 letters.

3. Ramsin Yuseb (the terrorist who threatened the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.

4. George W. Bush has 11 letters.


This could be a mere coincidence (could it be?) now here is what's interesting....


1. New York is State No. 11.

2. The first plane which crashed into the Twin Towers was flight no.11.

3. Flight no. 11 was carrying 92 passengers, adding this number gives 9+2=11.

4. Flight no. 77 which also hit the towers was carrying 65 passengers, adding this 6+5=11.

5. The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11, adding this 9+1+1=11.

6. The date is equal to the emergency number 911, adding this 9+1+1=11.


The plot thickens further.


1 The total number of passengers inside the planes are 254: 2+5+4=11.

2. The day September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year: 2+5+4=11.

3. After September 11 there are 111 days more to the end of the year.

4. The tragedy of 3/11/2004 in Madrid also adds to: 3+1+1+2+4=11.

5. The tragedy in Madrid happened 911 days after the tragedy of the Twin Towers.


Weird huh? READ ON.


Since America is typically represented by an Eagle, Saddam and Bin Laden should have read up on their Muslim passages.

The following verse is from the Quran (the Islamic Bible) Whistle Quran (9:11)

For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced; for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah; and there was peace.

Babies!

Yesterday at about 4am my sister had twin boys.


This is Steven John. He was born at 3:45am. He weighs aprroximately 4lbs 6oz, and is the eldest of the two. Notice his squished head, from being pushed out first. Babies have malleable heads.

This interests me. I wonder if you could do temporary compemporary modern art with babies heads? At least until they harden up...


Baby watching you.


This is Joshua Ryan. He was born at 4am, and weighs approximately 4lbs 6oz. As he was second out, his head is of a normal shape. And yes he is named after me. This makes me feel kinda nice, which suprises me.


As both babies were nearly 4 weeks premature, they need them some funky incubators.


This thing is cool. You can watch TV, make phone calls and surf the intarweb. It's quite expensive though, and will cost about £5 if you want to watch TV all day. This kinda reminds me of Max from Flight Of The Navigator. Compliance!

The twins were due on Christmas day, so they're gonna have to spend a couple more weeks in the hospital yet.

Congrats, Carla, but don't expect me to babysit the buggers!

And I'm an uncle. Scary. Muahuahauhauhaaaa!

Oldboy

I watched the film Oldboy again the other night. I first saw it ages and ages ago when it was unheard of in this country. A screener of the DVD from Korea had gotten on to the net, and pleasingly it came with english subtitles, and a kickass DTS audio track. When it came out on DVD from Tartan Asia Extreme in the UK, I quickly snapped it up from Virgin. Actually I think I got it from HMV, but I might get more hits if I have words like virgin here. Hmmmm....

"HOT VIRGIN TEEN PUSSY!!!" Yeise. There's some more hits from fat balding middle class men, I can hear them flooding in as I type.

Anyway, back to Oldboy, It's an awesome film, one of those unusual ones that draw you in regardless, despite your home movie setup. Whether you watched this on a TV with tinny TV speakers or a 2m wide projection screen with DTS 6.1 ES surround sound on kef speakers, it's an amazing piece of work.

Just for the record, I opted for the latter set up.

Oldboy is about a guy called Oh Dae-Su (or is it Dae-Su Oh?). He talks too much. One day, after getting particularly drunk, he ends up in a prison-come-hotel room. Imagine the Hotel California, only with much less dancing and singing, and more insanity.


Hehe. Crazy. Woop woop!

After 15 years, he's finally let out. Understandably, he's a bit annoyed at being locked away for 15 years, with no explanations.

So, he goes out to find out what the hell happened, and ends up eating a live octopus.





One thing I like about this film is it's unusually long scenes. I don't think I've seen any other film that features a scene with someone fighting a crowd of enemies, and yet doesn't change camera angle, or cut at any point, but instead shoots a 4 or 5 minute (maybe longer!) fight scene in one long continuous shot. Man I'd like to be that dangerous with a hammer. I'd get more respect at work, I'll tell you that much.

When I first heard of Oldboy, I read a review of it on some random website. It had a brilliant picture of the famous corridor scene where Oh Dae-Su fights a gang of armed opponents in a narrow corridor. The picture was spliced together from various stills to show an almost panoramic type shot of the corridor fight. I trawled the internet for hours recently, looking for it, but I have been unsuccessful in my search.

So I decided to make one myself. Unlike the one I saw, which was prettier and better done than my attempt, but it did not show an accurate representation of the entire corridor. Mine does. Although it may not look as pretty as the one in my memory. I made this from various screen captures from the DVD. It shows some of the fighting and the entire length of the corridor. :)


Clicky on the piccy for a larger version. You can copy or save this image, but I'd like to be linked to if you use it for a webpage or other online document.

Here is some trivia regarding the film.

Min-sik Choi trained for six weeks and lost twenty pounds to get in shape for the role of Dae-su, and did most of his own stuntwork.

Four live octopi were eaten for the scene with Dae-su in the sushi bar, a scene which provoked some controversy abroad. Eating live octopus in Korea is commonplace although it is usually sliced first. Min-sik Choi, a Buddhist, prayed after eating each one.

The famous one-take/shot corridor scene was shot in three days, and took 17 attempts.
Despite being known for being fairly brutal, the bodycount is only 5. Many of the characters beaten with the hammer in the corridor scene are seen later.

So if you haven't seen it yet - go watch it! Or I'll beat you with a hammer.

Words Of Wisdom....

There is no worse feeling than leaving your mobile at home and then returning to no missed calls or messages.

There's nothing you could wish for in life that you couldn't buy from a man in a pub. The trick is to find the right man in the right pub.

Attention fat people! Diet Coke is not a magic potion.

Never go to Wolverhampton. It's not the end of the world, but you can see it from there.

People who say "I'm beside myself" are often liars, with the notable exception of time travellers and Siamese twins.

Having "juicy" written across your bum does not make it any smaller or more desirable.

Under no circumstances should two men ever share the same umbrella.

Chips should never cost more than a pound.

Practitioners of alternative medicine should be banned from using hospitals. Broken your leg? In unspeakable pain? Have a little faith. Put a crystal on it - you'll be right as rain in no time.

Never channel surf on Sky when there is a break. Every channel will have a break at the same time.

If you can't believe it's not butter, you're an idiot.

Cats know more than they let on.

Lenny Henry isn't very funny.

Beginning a sentence, "Now, don't get angry..." will always have the reverse effect.

No t-shirt is ever worth more than £20.

Nobody has ever read the small print of a mobile-phone insurance contract.

You can't skip and be unhappy at the same time.

There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither works.

It's impossible to make any lie believable by beginning with the words "In America..."

A "baby on board" sticker on your car's rear window serves no purpose other than to advertise your fertility. Congratulations on being a parent, but the motorists around you weren't planning to plough into the back of your car deliberately.

Never trust a man with a comb-over. If he's lying to himself he's likely to lie to you too.

Never "Reply to All". You're not as funny as you think you are.

It is impossible to sing "Copacabana" without wiggling your shoulders.

Never weigh more than your fridge.

Always judge a book by its cover. It has been specifically designed to target a certain audience so you can pretty much tell whether you're going to like it or not.

There is an inversely proportional relationship between how acceptable a person is and whether or not they have chosen an ringtone with "crazy" in the title.

Nothing productive can come from just nipping in for a quick pint at two in the afternoon.

The only people you should address as "brother" are your male siblings and monks.

Men who download Page 3 girl pictures for your mobile! Take a long, hard look at your life.

If you drink bitter or stout, you invariably are.

You can live your life through a computer.

The baddie is always English.

Camouflage clothing is rendered useless in towns and cities.

You are not a vampire, you are just a goth. Live with it.

With the exception of two groups (those under the age of 12 and Orientals) anyone taking regular martial arts classes is compensating for serious personality disorders.

Intelligence, Schmelligence.

Naturally Smart

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Peanut Ant.

It snowed pretty hard today. This is unusual because we never normally get snow until Christmas is long gone. But today it came down pretty hard. I took a couple of pictures from my desk at work


Snow. See? Not especially interesting for you I know, but I was pleased with the way my phone managed to capture it nicely.



Someone I work with made a peanut ant. I call him Ralph.




Peanut Ant and gummi bear rider. Kinda reminds me of the lone ranger. Wish I'd made the gummi bear a mask now. Ah well.

Here's a picture of a badger. I made this.



And I found this on the net. Interesting....



Oh, and finally, I played an Xbox 360 last weekend. It was pretty nice. I played call of duty 2, and I can't really decide whether it looks better on my pc, or the Xbox 360. Not because it's so close in comparison, but because I'm a retard, and I genuinely can't remember. I should play it for a while on my PC and then go see the one in Dixons. I don't suppose they'll let me set up my PC next to the 360.

CockSmoking Ass Felching Rabid Motherfuckers.

Jagshemash.

I haven't been posting much because I FUCKING HATE MY JOB, which doesn't leave me in a terribly funny or motivated mood. As such, I've just been going home, monging out, and preying that I'll wake up with some fatal disease that means I don't have to go anymore. Failing that, I wonder if stabbing myself in the eye repeatedly with a spoon will do the trick.

Gone are the days of shingles, and all the glorious time off they brang. I still maintain that Shingles was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never win anything, apart from the DVD player I won once (but I already owned 4 others that were much better), but Shingles was like winning 2 weeks off work! Oh joy.

I regularly talk about how much I detest work with one of my colleagues. We decided that if ever the wind was blowing right and a mattress lorry was driving past, that we'd risk the jump, and leap from the 60ft high windows into the lorry to escape the building.
Me, I'd settle for a knife lorry. Or a razorblades and lemon juice lorry. Hell, it'd be worth it, just to get out of work.

Anyway, sorry for the lack of posts. I will be posting more again soon. It really doesn't help that I keep writing posts, and then forgetting to save them. I've done that at least 3 times now. D'oh.

Right, so hope everyone's lives are good, unless there's any managers from my work reading this, in which case, I hope you die a slow painful death you fucking useless slabs of cunting flesh.

Speaking of cunting, check out this photoshopped picture of a girl eating vagina:


Look at her, she loves it! You gotta love those male-affectionate, easy to get along with, non-political agenda lesbians.