Master Chief

This weekend my 16 year old brother challenged me to a game of Halo 3 with a few of his friends. He was adamant that he would be able to "pawn" me and was going to"own" my ass. Considering that I was the one who taught him how to play video games, I felt that a swift victory was assured (It made me wonder if this was what the British Generals thought the night before they started they're attack on the Somme).

There I was, a man of nearly-thirty facing off against 15 testosterone fueled adolescents, split into two teams - red & blue; confident of handing them their proverbial arses on a plate. I had after all, years of gaming experience to call upon and have been playing games since before they were a twinkle in the eye.

And so the game began.

I immediately started shooting the first thing I could see.

Unfortunately there were so many people to shoot that I could not decide which one of them should be the first to feel my wrath. I would start by hunting down a member of the blue team (I was red), only to decide that one of his colleagues would prove to be a better target. During these brief periods of deliberation the blue team thought it jolly good fun to snipe, beat down, kill, splatter, assassinate, or stick grenades to me. No sooner had I respawned and decided on a target, I was dead by one of the methods mentioned above. This continued until the game came to it's inevitable conclusion.

Red team: 45
Blue Team: 100
My kills: 3
My deaths: 32

The moral of this story?

Procrastinators do not make good Halo players.

The day after yesterday

Well fellow procrastinators; you'll be glad to know that Ive had a somewhat more productive day today. Instead of doing those oh so important jobs of yesterday (pencil sharpening etc ) I have actually done the things I was supposed to do!

The computers fixed, the editorial is almost complete, and the show stand is at a stage where it's out of my hands. I still haven't phoned the roofer but I will once Ive written this entry.

Spoke to my good woman about my dilemma last night and she was very understanding -despite the fact that she is six weeks away from giving birth and full of raging hormones. She said that it explained quite a few things and that she had put my lack of doing things down to the fact that I walk around with my head up my bottom.

Another productive day....

I had lots to do today. I had an editorial to write, a show stand to design, and a computer to sort out.

What did I do?

I drew a diagram of how I'm going to re-organise my working day, spent 20 minutes sharpening pencils, and once I had the sharpest pencils in the office I proceeded to check the amount of toner in each printer.

We have 15 of them.

Do you know what I else I didn't do today?

I didn't find a roofer to come and have a look at my roof which is in need of repair. Instead I'm writing this blog entry.

The missus is going to kill me.

And it continues.....

Well, here iam sat at my desk yet again and the wall has wasted no time in scrambling my train of thought.

I started the day with a very simple task. I had to the company who we lease our network printer from and find out why it's taking them so long to come down here and fix the bally thing - maybe they're procrasinator's as well

Procrastinating -

Being a procrastinator is not easy.

I know exactly what I have to do, and how to do it. So what's stopping me?

When I start a task I almost immediately encounter an invisible brick wall. I don't know of anything I can do to avoid this wall because I don't know exactly when it is going to present itself. All I know is that at some point I'm going to get a complete mental block. It's as if my thought process just shuts down and I can't get it up and running again.

Maybe it has something to do with my job. I currently work in an office. I avoided office work like the plague for the first ten years of my working life and revelled in jobs that were of a hands-on nature. I was effectively a "people person" but became uncomfortable with this title. I then got the opportunity to work in an office in a business environment. It was here that I first encountered the dreaded brain-block.

Right, Ive got to get back to work as my job isn't going to do itself.

I wonder how long it takes before I'm lost again.

Photo's

At last I have gotten off my lazy arse and decided on some more photo's to share. Quite why it takes me so long to do things is really quite puzzling.















Kimi Raikonnen.
Eventual Winner.
Looked very quick right from the word go.


This is quite a clever pic. If you look closely you can see that I have managed to get both Mclarens centered in a hole in the fence.














The next British Champion?
Here's hopeing so!
Good luck for Brazil Lewis!





Eau Rouge.

I must admit that watching the F1 cars go through here was a little underwhelming. I guess it's a result of traction control and very sticky tyres.

The mini-coopers and GP2 were much more exciting to watch through here.

Ive got a few more good quality images, but I don't know how long it will be until I get the urge to post them.