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Whatever happened to Mrs. Beaton?
She got a chopstick
And had wasabi burn.
Apologies to The Stranglers

Yo Sushi's half price sale finishes today. So I'll have to stop printing out vouchers with gender unspecific names to distribute amongst my friends. Good bye Leslie, Kris, Robin and Pat. See you next time they have sale.

Sugar Reef bar has a January sale on, with 50% off food and drink (after 7:30, if you bring a voucher, one per customer per evening).

So I was a little surprised when one of the people we went with was late, as he'd stopped for a burger. I wasn't surprised when my (burnt) chicken burger turned up an hour and a half after I'd ordered it. Without the bacon and cheese.

Small wonder it was half deserted.

1) Be More Organised.
2) Be More Creative.
3) Finish a personal IT project.
4) Keep in touch with distant friends more.
5) Do More Exercise.

( More details on the resolutions. )

Okay, I didn't get tagged by Dave or Neil, but 5 seemed like a good number to aim for.

Hey it's one of the Myers-Briggs personality test thingies. I've never got around to taking it before.

Seems I'm ENTP.

Extraverted 56%
Intuitive 50%
Thinking 12%
Perceiving 44%

It's all just seeing what you want to see, but fun nevertheless. (Please don't hate me tiny Carl Jung!)

Just try it look up your opposite and I bet you can still see lots of places where you think, "yeah, that's me."

Seen on johncoxon .

Being "killed" by a paintball doesn't smart that much.

Being hit by a paintball that fails to burst stings a bit.

Jumping into a ditch full of flints, knee first, definitely makes you wince.

Trying to stand up the day after spending hours running up hill, over uneven ground, in big boots, hurts.

Sod any attempt at making this flow too nicely. I've already got a couple more posts planned on explaining why I hate writing.
I'll try and treat, the early posts at least, as some sort of stream of of conciousness, and not spend forever agonising of the exact word to use in each place. This post in particular I'm going to write damn quick, and resist any editing.

There's a weird contradiction going on here. I can speak pretty rapidly, and with excessive verbosity, but when I write I usually end up with very terse documents. Occasionally to the point where context is missing, and people have difficulty understanding it. I'm really bad at going back and padding out things where I have a word limit, but feel I've said it all. Another example is redundancy. Redundancy is too redundant for me. People will act on my emails, and docs, but have missed one or two sentences that are clarifications, or warnings, and miss them. This probably stems from being a very slow writer as a kid. I hated writing anything twice.

As a couple of examples from the last a posting policy (I decided did need re-writing).

I wrote: "I guess I should just go with what feels right. But when I have to slow down and linearise my thoughts to the speed I can write at." Which firstly sounds horribly pretentious, and secondly is completely redundant with the "I'm probably overthinking this" which followed.

I spent ages trying to find the right word for this sentence "Entries are on point".
I did have "Entries are on a topic" but then I thought: well that doesn't capture what I mean. It sounds like What I mean is that any individual entry is about something other than the authors own life. Like a link dump, or a review, or a newspost, or something. But that's far too long, and untidy for a bullet point, and I don't want to to expand each point into a whole paradise.

Even though I've tried to treat this as a stream of conciousness, I've gone back and added lots of clarifications as I think of them, and realise that the don't fit when I think of them, and the sentence can be read ambiguously.

Ick. This is so introspective it hurts.

Also I'm writing this (offline) on a train, and I think it's taken over 30 minuets! And I'm really trying to write this quickly. If each post takes this long ... Still there's a tale I heard that someone (Leonardo da Vinci?) decided that he needed to learn to draw, and took pen to paper, and drew an appalling portrait, and said "Well only 999 more rubbish drawings to go".
So come back in 997 posts is you want some coherency ;)