tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101989472011-04-21T20:52:04.226+01:00Cometh the hour, cometh the turnipmr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109902143267379992005-03-03T23:48:00.000Z2005-03-04T02:10:15.173Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />Do you want to know how sad my life is? The high light of my day was finally getting round to eating the 5 fresh fruit/veg that the doctor recommends we eat per day. What the doctor didn't tell you however, is that eating 5 apples in one day makes you do some massive shits. Seriously. It reminded me greatly of the huge mound of dino shit in Jurassic Park. (Dinoshitus Rex?) Ok, maybe that was in bad taste.<br /><br />I also phoned a producer lady about asking to work on a project shes doing. Shes filming an Asian music video and I'm hoping to get a job on the set. It won't be paied, but its a step in the right direction. After what happened at Cyberdog, I've learned not to get my hopes up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110990214326737999?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109816279846683872005-03-02T21:12:00.000Z2005-03-03T02:17:59.846Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />I think there's a distinct possibility I'm depressed again. I only ever feel hungry enough for 1 meal a day, My sleeping patterns are shot to hell, and I literally have no reason to leave the house. I wonder if insanity can develop from depression...<br /><br />This may warrant further experimentation. After all, what the hell else am I going to do with my time?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110981627984668387?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109729982596123662005-03-01T22:16:00.000Z2005-03-02T02:19:42.596Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />Was the screening of the Panico Members films. All the films seen tonight were top quality =D In addition, I also picked up some very important email addresses of people I would like to help me bring my own movies to fruition =D<br /><br />I'm somewhat more up beat today, cause its always great to see your own work come to fruition.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110972998259612366?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109553977328368702005-02-27T20:21:00.000Z2005-02-28T01:27:03.310Z<em>Today...</em><br /><em></em><br />I really started to become aware of how much of a bitchy asshole I've become recently. My frustrations seem to be taken out at anyone near by for the slightest, most mundane reasons imaginable.<br /><br />On a seprate note however, my film course team mate and I finished work on our movie =D Its called 'Hairy-beary-itis'. I'll be looking forward to bringing a copy to Scotland next time I go up for my friends and family to see =)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110955397732836870?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109463899519407832005-02-26T23:57:00.000Z2005-02-27T00:26:16.473Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />The days seem to blend into each other. The only days I recognize are Saturdays cause theres nothing good on TV... And cause its shopping day. When we buy a weeks forth of fatty, saturated shit and munch it down.<br /><br />I only got 2 numbers in the lottery tonight. When I win the lottery I'll expect I'll go ahead with my plans for owning a huge empty house.<br /><br />I'd love to go insane. If I did, I wouldn't have to worry about anything, except maybe, getting the right spot on the street corner to beg from. That's very important. Those homeless guys seem to know exactly where the best spots are to beg from. Maybe they save up to buy those spots, I dunno, I'm not one of they're members yet =<br />Life lost its vigor sometime ago, but I'm hoping to get it back soon. When I'm rich, I'll move away from this place. And go start anew on some island threatened by global warming =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110946389951940783?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109290628386482972005-02-25T22:43:00.000Z2005-02-27T00:28:30.513Z<em>Today...</em><br /><em></em><br />I can't say I'm happy where my life is now, but I can only look forward to where its going =)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110929062838648297?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1109208740747045922005-02-24T22:30:00.000Z2005-02-27T00:28:55.033Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />I've been in doubt these past few days. Alot of doubt. I dunno if the film course is gonna lead to my succes. I can only hope, and do my best to find a job in the industry when its all done and over with =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110920874074704592?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1108513042377661742005-02-15T11:13:00.000Z2005-02-16T00:17:22.380Z<em>Today...</em><br /><em></em><br />I went to see the doctor about my chest infection. She was an attractive Chinese doctor :)<br /><br />I was given an inhaler and some anti-biotic .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110851304237766174?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1108423988422204102005-02-14T23:30:00.000Z2005-02-14T23:33:08.423Z<em>Today...</em><br /><em></em><br />Fucking Valintines day.<br /><br /><br />Well, What else would you expect a 21 year old virgin to post?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110842398842220410?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1108181242915790862005-02-12T04:02:00.000Z2005-02-12T04:08:25.083Z<em>Today...</em><br /><br />Ok... So... Myabe I don't update this thing as much as I'd like to, but I've been wallowing in self-pity these last few days...<br /><br />Because of:<br /><br />(1) I didn't get the Cyberdog Job and<br />(2) I have a chest infection (and if it ain't a chest infection, its the WORST cold I've had in years)<br /><br />Still, not to worry. I've got some £££'s still in the bank. I'm gonna go to the piercers tomorrow and get more metal things put in me =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110818124291579086?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107905063272186162005-02-08T23:22:00.000Z2005-02-08T23:24:23.273Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I really started to doubt the job will be mine. <br /> <br />If I don't hear from them tomorrow, I'll know to assume I didn't get the job. The longer they delay in giving me any news, the more bitchy and easily agitated I become. <br /> <br />I really need a job.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110790506327218616?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107815974818219122005-02-07T22:38:00.000Z2005-02-07T22:39:34.816Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Was a day spent, not at work, nor at the charity HQ. <br /> <br />This might be my last day of idlness for a long time...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110781597481821912?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107732094198095872005-02-06T23:16:00.000Z2005-02-06T23:21:34.196Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />The film course progresses magnificently =D <br /> <br />Several of my friends have asked if I will stay in London after the course is completed. I have to say now with the possible success of my trial day at Cyberdog, and with the knowledge I gain at the film course I must say that yes, yes I will stay in London. If I have any chance of my dreams coming true, it can only come true in London. <br /> <br />If it should causes sadness that I will be in London longer than I expected... I have to apologize...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110773209419809587?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107650802171883402005-02-05T23:10:00.000Z2005-02-06T00:46:42.170Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I had my trial day at Cyberdog. I spent 6 hours on my feet. Literally. 6 hours with no breaks or rest period. Which is strange because I thought as a legal requirement employees where due breaks =S <br /> <br />Other than that, the day went great =D I'm confidant that I'll get a job there, =) though I must still brace myself for disappointment just incase<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110765080217188340?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107561584958928112005-02-04T23:56:00.000Z2005-02-04T23:59:44.956Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I got a call back from cyberdog... <br /> <br />I have a trial day tomorrow. Noon to 6pm. Must remember to smile and be cheerful =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110756158495892811?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107561175191451202005-02-03T23:47:00.000Z2005-02-04T23:55:27.766Z<em>Today...</em> <br /><em></em> <br />I was back at the Charity organization Plan. Plan is a charity specializing in Child sponsorship. My Job today was to fill envelopes with pics of the children to send back to the sponsors back in the UK. <br /> <br />Ummm... nothing much else happened today =S <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110756117519145120?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107391223256253072005-02-03T01:23:00.000Z2005-02-03T00:40:23.256Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I had my interview. And it went well =) <br /> <br />It was a 'mass interview' 10 candidates, all looking for 4 or 5 positions, being interviewed at a Cuban themed bar. (wtf? only in London =p ) They weren't sure how many how many people they need, because they still weren't sure how many positions were needing filled. And I can fill up a big position... (know what I mean? ;) ) <br /> <br />I was dressed in my fancy suit, which hadn't been taken out of the dust jacket since I've been down here. I was gonna wear my new rock boots, but I pulled the laces to tight and the bastards broke, so I resorted to the shoes that should have been worn with the suit in the first place. <br /> <br />Of the 10 candidates, me and a damn fine German chick were the only ones to wear clothes that were traditional job interview atire (damn I gotsta use spell check now... brb.) I mean 'Attire'. The rest were dressed in the clothes they bought at the store. The clothes that would technically make up the informal dress code that they gots goin' on over there. <br /> <br />I thought the Scottish accent would help bring a uniqueness to me, but perhaps not... There was an Italian, French, Dutch and the previously mentioned German all there to... <br /> <br />I should find out before Wednesday if I have the job. I'm gonna start a count down timer till I find out... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110739122325625307?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107305287920941552005-02-01T11:42:00.000Z2005-02-03T00:44:10.730Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I'm really getting nervous about the job interview now... Tomorrow, 4pm. <br /> <br />Ihave prepared as much as a person can can. I have rehearsed some of the answers that I would give, printed a list of referances and questions I should ask them, looked out my suit and suit shoes (btw, I look really classy *rolls eyes*) <br /> <br />*sigh* Must not think of failure at times like these =) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110730528792094155?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1107138719780827832005-01-31T02:28:00.000Z2005-02-03T00:50:34.480Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />First of who knows of how many god damn days of none posting? Yet, I care not. Second day of film course went VERY well. God Damn I will be known for my creative influence on this world. You will know my work, not necessarily my name... o.O <br /> <br />My Cyberdog interview is on Wednesday... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110713871978082783?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106847493927640672005-01-27T17:36:00.000Z2005-02-03T00:51:48.583Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />HOLY GOD DAMN SHIT IN A CAN! I just got an interview to get a job at <a href="http://www.cyberdog.net" target="_blank">Cyberdog! </a> <br /> <br />Jeez I hope I don't arse it up... = <br /> <br />On a more somber note, happy Auschwitz liberation day =) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110684749392764067?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106698611998329242005-01-25T10:05:00.000Z2005-01-26T00:16:51.996Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I have nothing to report. <br /> <br />God damn I need a job =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110669861199832924?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106619740527722372005-01-24T10:05:00.000Z2005-01-25T02:22:20.526Z<div align="left">Today... <br /></div><div align="left">Was another day of:</div><div align="center">Doubt</div><div align="center">Doubt</div><div align="center">Doubt</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I would sell my soul to Satan for success... If I was sure there was a Satan. (If I was sure I even had a soul... =\ )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110661974052772237?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106618327735667882005-01-23T22:59:00.000Z2005-01-25T02:16:45.916Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Was the first day of my film course. If I am not famous in 10 years, you will know how well/badly today went... <br /> <br />I will say nothing more...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110661832773566788?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106443742239502562005-01-22T23:52:00.000Z2005-01-23T01:31:28.946Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Was a day of doubt. Often I ask myself 'what the hell am I doing in the other side of the country?' Maybe I should give up the ghost of my dreams like so many others do. Why should my ambitions make me unique from the hundreds of thousands of people (possibly millions?) of others out there who share the same aspirations? I know it CAN happen, after all, people do become film directors, but so many others fall along the way and allow others to pass... The worst thing about it is, if I put so much time into a dream that's not likely to succeed, there might not be time enough to get good at anything else. Also, succeed or fail, spending this much time away from my home town can't be healthy for the relationships I left back there... <br /> <br />Tomorrow begins my training at film school. If I have a good day tomorrow, I'm still likely to fail. If I have a bad day tomorrow... It'll be almost a certainty =(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110644374223950256?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106358458313077652005-01-21T23:37:00.000Z2005-01-22T22:11:33.113Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I finished my tour of duty at the charity. I noticed on the slips that came with some checks, messages saying things like, "I am sorry but £10 was all I could give to the appeal" etc. And I can't help but think, you gave something, and that's more than what most people give. You have NOTHING to be sorry about. <br /> <br />(Their were no cats fighting tonight)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110635845831307765?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106261590012543102005-01-20T22:25:00.000Z2005-01-23T01:39:37.123Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />(I'm writing this while listening to the sound of the cat outside fighting another. The sounds disturb me) <br /> <br />Was another day spent at the Plan UK HQ. With me today was the boss' Au-pair. A French guy, Paul. Who pointed out some bizarre iconsistences in the English language. For example, why do we say, 'I'm in the car' when we are driving, but 'On the bus/train' when commuting? (The idea of someone 'bus surfing' amuses me. =D ) Ironic that it takes someone learning our language to point these things out. <br /> <br />Still looking for a job and my patience runs thin. =( My preferred job would be at <a href="http://www.cyberdog.net" target="_blank">www.cyberdog.net</a> I love their clothes. Especially the ones that, under UV light, glow with previously hidden pictures. (Which, come to think of it, is almost everything they sell =S ) <br /> <br />*leaves chair to close window. Hissing cats and scrapping of gravel can be heard* I don't want to hear that anymore. Hissing of cats freezes my blood, and scraping gravel is very reminiscent of nails down a black board. <br /> <br />I decided what to with the money I get if I won the lottery. I would buy a huge house, live of the interest of the jackpot, buy exercise bikes and stuff and order food online from the Supermarket. Oh and crucially, order DVD's and computer games from Amazon.com that's very important. I'd be sealing myself off from the outside world. I'm assured its the perfect way to lose grip on reality. (Sanity is over hyped anyway) <br /> <br />*Publishes post as the cat races in from outside*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110626159001254310?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106243858138029492005-01-20T17:53:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:12:59.096Z<a href="http://www.screentoys.com/" target="_blank"> <br />Watch Bush follow the $$$'s!</a> <br />And then watch Blair follow Bush! You should click all the buttons at the bottom of this page, for more anti-republican fun! =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110624385813802949?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106169145206488452005-01-19T20:58:00.000Z2005-01-20T22:24:37.393Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Ok. So, perhaps I over reacted about the phone thing. Last night I was so overwhelmed by hatred that I only got 2 hours sleep.... I was so convinced I had been pick pocketed , I dreamed up some interesting things to do to the arms of these people. (Mainly to snap them off =D ) <br /> <br />The fact that my phone actually turned up in my boot... (THE VERY SAME PAIR OF BOOTS I WAS WEARING THAT DAY!) Shows to me that I must somehow have put it there. =\ And I know what your thinking... yes, I have size 13 boots but there is not enough space for a phone and a foot in a boot. (I use good alliteration yes? =d ) Even though I found my phone, and my faith in the rest of humanity restored... (partially) my faith in me has taken another blow =( In addition, I chose to remain unrepentant in my hatred of George Bush. "Now taking bets that Iraq will be his version of Vietnam!" <br /> <br />I volunteered today at the charity 'Plan UK' one of many international branches of the Plan organization. It is my intention to build up some 'Karma kredit' (this alliteration not so good =( ) God damn this planet owes me one, even though I hate it <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110616914520648845?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106089838539880722005-01-18T23:07:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:05:44.686Z<a href="http://www.idiotica.co.uk/iderotica/index.shtml#" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.idiotica.co.uk/iderotica/images/alcoholic.jpg" border="0"> <br /> <br />Idiotica</a> <br />Anything you say? =D Containing porn (well, 'technically' =\) this link could be detremental to your work. You'll be fired, and your kids will go hungry... On second thoughts... ENJOY! (Thanks to Highfly for finding it)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110608983853988072?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106087353143555292005-01-18T22:17:00.001Z2005-01-20T18:16:12.040Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Oh God what an appalling day... I had a meeting with the Jobseekers people, only they forgot about it. Great. <br /> <br />While journeying into Camden Town to hand a copy of my CV to places I'd like to work, my mobile phone was lost/stolen. So, now I can't contact my best friends in Glasgow. They use MSN too, but they do not come online often. =( (They, after all, have lives to lead) <br /> <br />With no contact from those I hold dearest, I feel the icy hand of mental instability grasping me like... ummm... some badly thought out goth-esque simile... (FUCK!) <br /> <br />Last night I had a very disturbing dream. I dreamt my eyes put me on trial for not showing them more interesting things in the world. My defence was, 'Theres nothing interesting out there' Things were going bad, so I'm glad I woke up before the judgement... (and more importantly, the punishment) <br /> <br />After such a piss poor day, I decided to take it out on a popular hate figure. Todays other entries should provide a very subtle clue as to who I'm talking about. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110608735314355529?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106077071998617732005-01-18T19:32:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:07:00.216Z<a href="http://www.thetruthaboutgeorge.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.thetruthaboutgeorge.com/images/logo.gif" border="0"> <br /> <br />The Truth About George Bush</a> <br />I enjoy this page cause its so good at what it does. Thank you, truth about GWB, your efforts only serve to help me feel worse about the world we live in! YAY! =D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110607707199861773?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106074946067001552005-01-18T19:00:00.000Z2005-01-18T22:44:21.366Z<a href="http://www.markfiore.com/animation/claus.html" target="_blank"> <br />Bushy Claus <br /></a> This is probably what Christmas is like in Hell... (Do they even have Christmas in Hell? After all the Devil is technically a Christian since he knows Jesus is God's son... I dunno I'll go ask him and get back to you =D)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110607494606700155?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1106074105981146832005-01-18T18:44:00.000Z2005-01-18T22:45:46.026Z<a href="http://www.markfiore.com/animation/truth.html" target="_blank"> <br />The Office of Truth Enhancement</a> <br />When the truth gets in the way, we get to work!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110607410598114683?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1105993463821656622005-01-17T20:18:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:15:56.706Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />Was spent in bed... Mostly *rolls eyes* I found Mils page when I woke up. (About 3pm) And was given the last tutorial in how to maintain this site by my good friend Highfly. Visit his blog, or I shall doom you to being an Ice Cream man for the rest of your life! *MUWA HAHAHAHAHA!* <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Why are you still reading this? =\ HA! Bet you feel a fool now!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110599346382165662?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1105977036863900782005-01-17T15:41:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:07:52.003Z<a href="http://www.thingsmygirlfriendandihavearguedabout.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.mil-millington.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/pics/deadhead.jpg" border="0"> <br /> <br />Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About</a> <br />English born Mil's account of arguements that he and his German born girlfriend often have. Pay particular attention to the curious incident of the 'theiving' British newspaper. <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110597703686390078?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1105922054495594222005-01-17T01:33:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:09:21.683Z<a href="http://www.imagevenue.com/img.php?loc=loc87&amp;image=720_Hand_of_Doom.jpg" target="_blank"> <br /><img title="Photo Hosting and Image Hosting at www.Imagevenue.com" src="http://www.imagevenue.com/loc87/th_720_Hand_of_Doom.jpg" border="0" /> <br /> <br />Hand Of Doom</a> <br />The cover image used by Geezer Butler's, (Black Sabbath's bass player) solo band. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110592205449559422?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10198947.post-1105919563490102282005-01-16T23:45:00.000Z2005-01-20T18:13:47.610Z<em>Today...</em> <br /> <br />I created this profile... ermmm... hmmm... thats it. <br /> <br />(This will be more entertaining sometime... I just don't know when) <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10198947-110591956349010228?l=theturnipcometh.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mr_turnipshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10158779324828497242noreply@blogger.com1