Tuesday, November 15

Some snazzy photos and a trip to London.

Hello all, I know it's been a while. A month or so, but who's been counting.
I suppose I should let you all know why I've not been posting. Well, if I'm honest, I haven't had any ideas. This post is just me wittering in circles about having no ideas. Eventually, I'll get off the no idea boat and say something interesting...
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Pomegranate.
That's interesting. Right? RIGHT?

Ok, lets chat about events that have gone on in the month I've been incommunicado. Well, one sticks out.

I went to London. To see my first ever gig.

For some reason, those words just don't seem to exude the correct amount of feelings that going to my first ever, honest to god, gig, with support bands, big speakers and standing up for hours. That kind of gig.
I went to see Within Temptation. RIGHT, before the bombardment of "Who are they?" or "Emo band" Go and listen to them. Then you can complain to me. I recommend "Sinead", "Ice Queen" & "What have you done." What are you waiting for? Go do it.
Anyway, no matter what you all think of me for it, I enjoyed it. I got a chance to unwind. I got to jump up and down, shout out what few lyrics I do know and shake my fist at a stage. Yes, I don't know why people do that last one either, but it feels immensely gratifying.
London was great fun. It did drag on a bit once the feet started to swell up and exhaustion kicked in but I managed. And I believe I put a brave face on it. Apart from Friday morning, I apologise for my crankiness.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I had the time of my life and I am very glad I went. It's about time that I relaxed this year and I think that this was one of the best ways I could "let my hair down."

Also, here are some photos of my London Adventure.
A strange man touching my cock.


Enthusiasm 101

There's always one person...


Derp

I DON'T WANT BEETROOT STICKS

When in doubt, eat.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.

Monday, October 10

Andrew Talks #2 : Welcome to the world of tomorrow!

Right then, while I was working away earlier today, Zoe decided to tell me about something she was doing for Philosophy.

What if civilisation ended tomorrow?
(Well, she said something much more complicated and with lots of unnecessary words so I simplified it.)

(This is how I would imagine this world to be. Feel free to do your own posts/comments about it and send me a link to it. I want to know what you all think of this.)

Part one (For those with no imagination)

Right, all governments have fallen, religion is dead and there are no rules. Imagine a world after an atomic war or a meteor impact and you're about the right image.
Like this, but with no snazzy jumpsuit. Or gun. 
Society has crumbled around you and, lo and behold, you are alive. Against the odds, you have survived the end of civilisation.

The question is, now what?

Part 2: Here's what.

As the world has no rules you can do whatever you want. For most, this amount of choice will drive most people insane. We have been brought up for centuries on law and order. On the fact that we cannot do certain things because we will be punished. There is no punishment now. Remember that bully from high school? You could beat his brains in with a stick in this world and no one would bat an eyelash.
Weapon of choice.
For people who have always suppressed their desires due to societies views, ultimately, there will be a lot of people with caved in heads.

Other people may try and hold on to their ideas of civilisation. Some people will try to form new countries, new nations but most will fail. Some will succeed but they won't be anything like democratic. People will flock around charismatic/powerful or strong leaders who can offer protection to their people. More than likely, there will be many people who have ambitions of forming "The Kingdom of Geoff" (or similar) and will jump at the opportunity to have people following them and their ideals. Religion may reboot at this point, with the head of a tribe being divine and/or "chosen by the gods" to reinforce the idea that they are in charge. 
The problem with this is the fact that people are mortal. The leaders of these tribes and gangs will die, leaving a power vacuum. The tribe will either drift apart or will kill each other to become the new king.

Currency will become meaningless so a return to a barter system is inevitable. Some things will retain their value (Gold, jewellery, etc.) Some things will become much more valuable (Technology, weapons, food.) And some things will become fairly worthless. (Xbox, PS3, iPods) Another thought is of the role of a woman in this society. Would the woman become just a thing for making more children? Or would the women be dominant? That's not a question I'm willing to answer. Too much arguing between you all.

Slavery will likely start again. Those unfortunate enough to have no tribe (or have a tribe that is conquered by another) will become a lower class forced by lash, whip or gun to do the bidding of their masters.

Here's the main reason I think civilisation collapsing would mean the end of humanity.
Guns > Democracy. 
Let's say civilisation collapses and I meet you and some others in the crumbling ruin of a city. I have a gun and I tell you that you are now my property. Of course, some will fight back, but, as I have a gun, they will be killed. There is always a choice and in this case, the choice is clear. Be a slave. Or die.

In the end, I think there are three options as to what could happen:

1) The human race adapts as we have done since we learned to walk on two feet. We create a new world which has learned from the mistakes of the past. (Not likely)
2) The human race makes the same mistakes we have before, as we always do. The world created is a mockery of the world we live in now and most likely will not be a nice place to live.
3) The flickering flame of the human race is extinguished entirely. Disease and hunger kill many but ultimately we destroy ourselves in an orgy of violence, destruction and war.

I look forward to hearing your ideas on the subject and on welcoming you to the "Kingdom of Andrew."

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.

Monday, September 26

University challenge & Fighting against stats.

Hi all. Let's talk. Let's talk about a subject that is very close to my heart.

Me. (In hindsight, I'm close to all of my organs. Except my kidneys. I hate my kidneys.)

This is week 3 of 2nd year for me. Having survived a brief avalanche of work and enduring at least one 5.45 am wake up a week, I'd say I'm coping.

Coping. Not excelling, not struggling, coping.

I've never claimed to be naturally talented at Chemistry, I've always just enjoyed it. Playing with chemicals, making things & bunsen burners. Those are the things I like. Those are the things I'm good at. Just look at my grades for last semesters lab work.
Semester 1 - A 
Semester 2 - A
I can do lab work. I am competent. (I'm not here to blow my own trumpet)

However, theory, theory is where I struggle.
After missing a key lecture on VSEPR last year, I struggle with that. No matter who I ask. No matter how many times I read through it in the text book (to date 24 times) No matter how many times that question comes up in the exam...
There are some things from first year that just didn't stick. Look at my grades for Chemistry Theory last year.
Semester 1 - D
Semester 2 - A (or B)
The reason I don't know whether I got an A or a B for semester 2 is because when I got the letter with the grades on it, my one concern was the bit that said "You are invited to return for a second year." I think that's understandable of me. I was expecting to resit something (Either Chembob or maths) and it was an extremely pleasant surprise when I got told I didn't need to.

The problem is, my semester 1 knowledge is flawed. I've been to remedial chemistry/consolidation chemistry/chemistry for idiots (whatever you want to call it) and I still don't get some things. Like organics. And VSEPR. Oh well, back to the books...

The thing is that I know that 55% of people that got "encouraged" to go to these Consolidation Chemistry workshops will fail. Statistically, I'm already only 45% likely to continue into 3rd year.

On this sobering note, I have to say that my already miniscule social life will have to suffer. As will my voluntary position as a Swimming coach. As will my paper round. As will my life.

I don't have to do well at uni. I want to do well at uni. And if that means I've got to chop off my leg, I'll ask which one.

(I would prefer to cut out my kidneys though.)

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.