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Childish Arrogance

“Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!”

Hmmm, interesting Daily Post.

Well, as arrogant as this may sound. I don’t actually remember having any difficulty with any subjects really. Well, not at Secondary School (for those across the pond, we’re talking education between 11-16 year olds, so not sure how it translates.) I found most things pretty darn easy.

Yes, I can almost sense the contempt that you’re feeling towards me, and to be quite honest, if I’d heard someone say that, I’d be feeling the same thing.

However, if I can interrupt your knife sharpening and shotgun loading for just a moment. Everything changed when I went to college (16-18, Is that High School or College?)

Anyway, because I had such little difficulty before I rather foolishly expected College to be exactly the same. I figured I could just coast through the lessons and my natural ability to perform well in tests would see me through.

Oh, how wrong I was. First test and my results smacked me around the face like a breeze-block. What the hell was wrong? I was doing exactly what I had done for the past six years. What gives?

Hmmm must be a one off. Maybe I was tired. So the next test, and the same thing happened. Ok, there is something decidedly weird going on here.

I wasted half my time there expecting the outcome to change by doing the same thing. I’m fairly certain that’s the definition of madness.

It turns out that at college (and in fact anywhere) you need to put some effort in to get good results. Who would have thought?

Luckily, I still had a year left to put some effort in, and turn around my confusing  scores of ungraded. I left college with three E’s. Which is a far cry from the A’s and B’s I was used to at Secondary School.

There was also a certain beer selling establishment that may have also contributed to the lack of good scores, yet that remains unproven.

So, there you go. The lesson to take from this, you want the results? Put the work in?

A Slice of Snobbery

12 inch hand-tossed pizza crust

It’s daily prompt time, and today it’s…

“Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?”

What am I snobbish about? Is there anything that I think I have superior taste on? I am particular about a great many things but I think, and this is undoubtedly open to argument though forgive me if I immediately and unavoidably judge you, but I am snobbish about one thing…

Pizza…

Oh yes, god good I love the stuff. In fact the name of the blog is a derivative of my two favourite things, pizza and gaming. Alright, I know it’s odd that there hasn’t been a great deal of talk about either of those things yet, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me.

I know what you’re thinking; liking food is not being snobbish about it.

Well no, it doesn’t have to be but I know not only how I like my pizza but I know exactly how I like each type of pizza including ideal crust type, topping and accompanying dip and/or sides prepared and served.

It’s not just the taste you have to consider, but a number of other factors. For example, should you have a really hot pizza on a deep-pan base? Well you could, but bear in mind you are likely to drink more and water and dough mean you could be filling up far quicker than you want. No, keep the hot pizzas thin and crispy, with a nice cooling garlic/herb or sour cream dip and maybe get some nachos as a side. Likewise, a vegetarian thin crust may leave you lacking, so a stuffed crust-deep pan can help to fill you.

I think what irks me is the large variety of stuffed crusts you can get these days. I think the latest ones I’ve seen have hamburgers or hotdogs stuffed into the pizza crust. It’s an interesting idea, but no, the crust should never over-power the topping. I found these hamburger crust pizzas overly filling and most of the crusts went into the bin because the taste was flat and stodgy, and just didn’t go with any of the toppings.

Wow, this post has made me hungry…

Howl at the Moon

Howling Wolf“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg
Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?

An interesting and thought provoking daily prompt today.

Before I start it is worth specifying that in this context, madness is to the level of zany, or dare I say it weird. I’m not talking about bona fide mental health problems, which are a whole other kettle of fish of which the sufferer often has very little control of.

So should you hide the madness or let it all show? Continue reading Howl at the Moon

Medicinal Escapism

Novels in a Polish bookstore
Novels in a Polish bookstore (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today’s daily prompt has a literary feel to it.

“When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?”

The answer to the question is easy, I read fiction. That’s not to say that I don’t read non-fiction books. I’ve got a few around OCD, irrational thoughts and every QI book released but nine times out of ten I will always go for reading a fiction book.

The answer to why is for the same reason that I enjoy playing video games, and watching films. Fiction is another, possibly even the perfect form of escapism. TV, video games and films don’t insist that you use your imagination anywhere near the level a book does though the stories do have the advantage of being in smaller bit-size chunks. Escapism allows us to forget the crappier things in life and all the shite that fate has thrown our way and get lost in an infinite amount of worlds and stories.

When I get lost in a book, I no longer think about my soul-crushing job, or the fact that I’m failing to learn to drive every single week, or any of those pointlessly silly (yet gloriously overgrown in my mind) things I stress and worry about on a daily basis. I especially love the one where I feel bad for feeling bad about my crap, because there are people out there with worse going on than I have. That’s a corker, that one.

Non-fiction books just don’t give me that escape from myself (which I guess is the basic crux of this). I know some people who love swimming in a sea of facts finding out about Mary Queen of Scots one moment then picking up and reading a book on botany, the next.

It must be why I want to a published writer. When I write I get the escapism my mind needs and because I am controlling the world I’m writing about, my control freak side gets an extra order of happy.

So which do you prefer, fiction or non-fiction, and do you know why?

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An Award? Pour Moi?

Liebster AwardI love awards. No matter how may you receive you always feel just that little bit squirmy inside when you get one. It’s that whole “You love me. You really love me.” feeling. Well sitting proudly among my 100% attendance from school certificate (being 9 was a very good year) now sits the Liebster award sent to me by Angela from ‘One Life, Recorded‘.

In short, it’s nominated to people who don’t have a tremendous amount of followers. You answer some questions, add some links, meet new bloggers, and read new blogs etc. Which I think is all rather nice. Continue reading An Award? Pour Moi?

Zombies? Crap!

Zombies as portrayed in the movie Night of the...
Zombies as portrayed in the movie Night of the Living Dead (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been watching a lot of The Walking Dead lately, desperately trying to catch up on the episodes I haven’t seen, and I’ve been playing the iOS game of the Walking Dead as well, both series. So, you could say I have zombies on the brain at the moment, which may be the first of many zombie-esque puns I will inflict on you, and it probably explains yesterday’s flash fiction. This post could be considered kinda gross at times, so you’ve been warned. Continue reading Zombies? Crap!

Jim, Patron Saint of…

English: Knowledge, mural by Robert Lewis Reid...I’ve just seen today’s prompt from The Daily Post.

“In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.”

I choose to become the Patron Saint of Random Information.

If you put a toilet, a dog-eared encyclopaedia and a small child picking his nose at three points of a triangle, my mind would be the epicentre of the triangle. I am always, fascinated by knowledge the more strange and useless that knowledge is the more of interest it is to me.

Three hundred years into the future is a long time, effectively about nine or ten generations of Jim into the future and three centuries more useless information flowing around out there. It needs to be harnessed lest it be forgotten, and knowing that at one point people used to blow smoke up people’s bottoms as a cure for drowning should never be forgotten, nor how there was once an occupation called Keeper of the Kings Stool, and no we’re not talking about chairs here.

I could sit with Thomas Aquinas (Patron Saint of Universities) and St Jerome (Patron Saint of Librarians), and as I divulged the interesting but normally quite useless information they would be equal parts amazed and bored.

It’s worth remembering that by the time I become a saint, I will have been dead for at least 200 years so apart from the odd appearance on pieces of toast or ink blots I won’t be able to interact with or influence the world or my follow knowledge-gatherers. So before I die I am going to have to make sure that I’ve left enough curious titbits of information secreted away for people to find.

There is one small teeny, tiny downside. I don’t think they’ll let an atheist become a patron saint. I might have to become the Patron Saint of Atheists, although I think that’s an oxymoron.

So who, what or where would you like to be the Patron Saint of?

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