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Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
2:50 pm	Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test... Balanced, Secure, and Realistic. 17 Impressionist, 6 Islamic, 8 Ukiyo-e, -27 Cubist, -21 Abstract and 7 Renaissance! Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature. People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are. Take What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test at HelloQuizzy (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 28th, 2008
11:37 pm	Unleash the Force! ...but watch out, it gets tired easily. Or so I assume. Having bought the Force Unleashed on Friday, I found myself finishing it this morning. Not too great a feat, you might think, as two and a bit days worth of hardcore gaming can get through most titles these days. However, keep in mind that during this interval I also: Registered as a postgraduate in Trinity for my 5th (and final) year complete with extensive queing. Went to a wine reception and book lauch. Ran a 5 hour Star Wars RPG game. Ate out both Friday and Saturday nights. Went drinking on Saturday night. Slept 18 hours. And probably other time consuming things that were less fun and have slipped my mind by now. All in all, I completed the game having experiened just over 8 hours of gameplay in total. It was fun, so long as I didn't pay much attention to the story, but it just wasn't....well, it wasn't what I'd hoped for. It wasn't even what I'd expected, which was considerably less ambitious. After all the hype, and the waiting, I suppose I was expecting something a little more substantial. Re-using of levels felt a little cheap as well. I now have a readers ticket for the library in the Jedi Temple, and have bought a summer home on Fellucia, becuase, really, you spend more on rent in the long run. So, by all means unleash the force, but do expect it to be back in its kennel just after lunch, all tuckered out after a brief run chiefly consisting of bark, and looking for a somewhat undeserved rest, considering its lack of bite. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, April 21st, 2008
12:04 pm	DR 5 is bad for your health. I punched a Luas once. In fairness, the Luas was being kind of a dick. Well, the Luas itself wasn't, obviously. I'm not so short sighted as to attribute the petty frustrations of everyday life to inaminate objects.  I am, however, apparently short sighted enough not to think through the immediate and negative consequences of punching half inch thich glass really quite hard. This is not the first time the Luas and I have had issues, oh no.  I have, on previous occasions, stamped my foot like a child, shouted like a madman,  screamed like a maniac and swore like a trooper at the bloody thing. This, however, is the first  case of actual physical violence I have perpetrated against it. And, barring some investment in a sledgehammer and serious planning and commitment on my part, probably the last as well. Before you come to the (quite reasonable) conclusion that I am a tram hating maniac, some context may be in order. It is not, of course, the tram itself with which I have had occasion to become infuriated with. It's grey and yellow colour does not offend me, the sight of it's tracks do not feel me with a curious hate, nor does it's electric rattle and whirr rouse in me an inexplicable loathing. Oh, no. But the men and women responsible for operating the bloody things, they can fuck right off. I don't know whether it is a perverse company policy to close the doors of the tram more or less at random, or whether it's an impulse brought on by some sort of malign spirit that lurks in the tracks, but the closing of the doors in preperation for the tram to pull away from the station seems to bear absolutely no relation to the disposition of people either entering or leaving the tram (which, in my case is surly). One particularily busy day, I have saw a stream of people exiting the tram, with a horde of others waiting on the platform to board, only for the doors to close actually on the people getting off the tram. They'd clearly missed their window of opportunity, as the doors kept trying to close repeatedly even as people continued to try to get off. They had to wedge the doors open in order to leave. As for my last encounter, I had gone to the trouble of running to catch the Luas, preceeded it to the station (which was Abbey Street) realised that the girl in front of me was not queing, but rater begging for change, circumvented her, got my ticket, got my change, avoided her again, ran to the Luas...only to have the doors close right in front of me. I wouldn't have felt quite so hard done by, but after the initial rush of people getting on and off, I was the only person left on the platform. The doors remained open for a good 10-15 seconds, with my good self being the only person that was going to benefit from their non-closed status. This gave me the (clearly mistaken) impression that the Luas operator was, on some level waiting for me. Had the Luas just upped and whirred off after everyone had boarded, I wouldn't really have cared so much, But it was the tantalising illusion that I could make it that dashed my spirits all the more when it was dispelled. I think the whole doors thing might actually be a company policy, becasue they were clearly expecting violence when they designed the thing. The glass on the doors is a good half inch thick, and though it does make a satisfying bang when thumped, the consequences of doing so are not entirely unlike exerting violence against a very smooth, very hard, wall. On the bright side, I like to think that I got the very best outcome that could possibly have occured from this event: 1) I hurt my hand. Enough that I'll think twice about pointless and foolish acts of violence against my environment in future, but not so much so that when I did eventually get to work,  it was as an employee instead of a patient. 2) I didn't actually break the glass. Cutting up my hand would have really ruined my day. 3) Prosecution for Luas punching would be a ridiculous way to land in jail. As the swelling decreases, the bruising increases, it's like some sort of injuryous equillibrium. The deep purple shadows and yellow tint does make it look a little like I've been playing KOTOR and overdoing it on the dark side, but at least this way I can blame this piece of monumental foolishness on my evil hand.       (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, March 3rd, 2008
6:04 pm	Published. Article abstract Nature Genetics Published online: 2 March 2008 | doidoidoi:10.1038/ng.102   Newly identified genetic risk variants for celiac disease related to the immune response Karen A Hunt1, Alexandra Zhernakova2, Graham Turner3, Graham A R Heap1, Lude Franke2, Marcel Bruinenberg4, Jihane Romanos4, Lotte C Dinesen5, Anthony W Ryan3, Davinder Panesar1, Rhian Gwilliam6, Fumihiko Takeuchi6, William M McLaren6, Geoffrey K T Holmes7, Peter D Howdle8, Julian R F Walters9, David S Sanders10, Raymond J Playford1, Gosia Trynka4, Chris J J Mulder11, M Luisa Mearin12,13, Wieke H M Verbeek11, Valerie Trimble3, Fiona M Stevens14, Colm O'Morain3, Nicholas P Kennedy3, Dermot Kelleher3, Daniel J Pennington1, David P Strachan15, Wendy L McArdle16, Charles A Mein17, Martin C Wapenaar4, Panos Deloukas6, Ralph McGinnis6, Ross McManus3,18, Cisca Wijmenga2,4,18 & David A van Heel1,18 Abstract Our genome-wide association study of celiac disease previously identified risk variants in the IL2–IL21 region. To identify additional risk variants, we genotyped 1,020 of the most strongly associated non-HLA markers in an additional 1,643 cases and 3,406 controls. Through joint analysis including the genome-wide association study data (767 cases, 1,422 controls), we identified seven previously unknown risk regions (P < 5 10-7). Six regions harbor genes controlling immune responses, including CCR3, IL12A, IL18RAP, RGS1, SH2B3 (nsSNP rs3184504) and TAGAP. Whole-blood IL18RAP mRNA expression correlated with IL18RAP genotype. Type 1 diabetes and celiac disease share HLA-DQ, IL2–IL21, CCR3 and SH2B3 risk regions. Thus, this extensive genome-wide association follow-up study has identified additional celiac disease risk variants in relevant biological pathways. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, September 15th, 2007
3:06 pm	A Kilo of Confusion Apparently the weight used as the reference standard for a kilogram is getting lighter: http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?sec=technology&res=9C04E4D91731F934A15756C0A9659C8B63 I wonder, seeing as it's a Platimum-Iridium alloy, if perhaps some proportion of the Platimum might be comprised of Platimum 193, which would decay with a half life of 50 years into the ever so slightly lighter Iridium 193. All of you physics types out there, does this sound like a reasonable idea? Or is it mere foolishness? (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 6th, 2007
10:59 pm	I'm probably missing my old glasses As can be seen from my new userpic. They're not for everyday wear, just for looking at screens (making me kind of like the current incarnation of the Doctor, only much less cool) but I'm rather fond of them.  In other news my stay in London is now likely to be happening from the 16th July till the end of August, or possibly later. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007
4:16 pm	Leave of Absence It seems increasingly likely that I will be London-bound relatively soon, for a reasonably protracted period of time. At present, the probable interval is from June 25th till July 21st. Although I may be back for short, weekend-centred intervals, it's best to assume that I will be effectively absent from any and all of my regular commitments (games, IGA/Gaelcon meetings and the like) throughout this period. My web presence will be determined by the ready availability of broadband in my, as yet unknown, accomodations there. More information as and when I get it..   (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 9th, 2007
12:03 pm	Questions and answers meme Asked of me by Uberalex... 1. Which AD&D setting would you most like to play in an updated form? Probably the gothic earth Masque of the Red death setting. It captured the real dread and feelings of dark, powerful forces beyond the ken of man in a much more effective way than Ravenloft, and lent itself much more to RP and investigation/story focus than most AD&D settings. This is, of course, assuming we're ommiting the Realms, which are already available in updated format for my convenience :-) 2. What do you think 4th ed is going to look like? Skills done like those we've seen in the Saga system previews. Classes with 'cool-down' abilties of the model used in the Tome of Battle/Saga preview  for force powers rather than the current prevelance of 1/day or so abilities....probably the end of the Vancian magic system (or a combination of weaker multi-use powers operating like the reserve feats presented in Complete Arcane and a few, powerful, Vancian style spells for the casters). I'm half expecting the removal of save or die effects as well...similar to the way posions changed in mechanics from 2nd to 3rd Ed. Used to be, most poisions were save or die, and hit point damage occured anyway on a successful save. That was changed to ability damage instead. Similar thing happened with disintigrate, used to be save or die, now it's save or take a tonne of damage.  So, my money is on these type of spells (finger of death, slay living etc) changing to save or take xCon damage/Hit point damage instead. A greater emphasis on minis as an integral part of the game seem likely as well (anyone who's even glanced at any of the 'Expedition to X' modules will agree I think). Talent trees ala WoW/Saga in conjunction with feats to customise your character will round off the new feel...and, oh, the coallescence of several skill families into more general skills (Perception, Sneak, Persuade) as first seen in the Lone Wolf books. That is, of course, just a guess.  3. Would Mr. Slayer beat Kelminster in a dance-off? (or, what do you make of SLA?) It's great! Though I'm not sure the big 'S' is the dancing kind...SLA is brilliant, the rich background and obvious affection the writers of the fiction have for the setting is infectious (like something you might catch in a Cannibal sector :-) ) and I think a group that are all on the same page could have a lot of fun with the setting. Truth be told (pun intended) I'd love to give playing SLA a go sometime soon. 4. Still writing that book? Still thinking about it. Every now and again I resvisit the concept I have for it, flesh in the details a little more, but as for actual writing....no. I'm giving more time to short stories and gaming related writing at the moment. Trying to write shorter pieces so that I can actually have a finished product and feel like I've achieved something tangiable for my efforts. 5. Which sport do/did you play that you liked the most? Tennis. Though I probably enjoy playing badminton just as much (and am better at it) the social aspect associated with the tennis I've played over the years would have to put it at number one. This is the drill: leave a comment and I will ask you five questions, you answer them in your journal and make the same offer to your friends. (12 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 6th, 2007
2:09 pm	Ding! For the World of Warcraft minded of you all, Kalathera is now level 70 and traversing Outlands on the back of her brand new Tawny Windrider. Current Mood: accomplished (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, February 5th, 2007
3:42 pm	Pre-ingested Coffee How do you like your coffee; black, sweet, contenantal-style or previously ingested?  The answer, it would seem, is obvious. And yet, I put it to you, that it may depend on who, or what, has done the ingesting and, not to put too fine a point on it, the associated egesting. It came up over lunch the other day, that the lads (as the four post-doctoral researchers who occupy the downstairs office of inequity are commonly known) had bought some coffee. That they had paid eighty euro or so for it, and that they had bought it over the internet, were unusual factors which piqued our curiosity. Was it coffee which had previously belonged to that renowned jokester Saddam Heusein? Did it have flecks of gold running through it as part of some Eastern Luxury? Was 'internet coffee' actually code for the collectors edition of the Burning Crusade? No. This coffee fetched this heady price, as the beans in question had already been eaten. By a civet. Well, probably by several civets. 800g of coffee beans is a lot of work for a single civet. Civet cats are small moongoose-esque mammals, that don't look entirely unlike cats (hence the name) and enjoy as part of their diets, amongst other things, the coffee 'berry'. The bean within sometimes survive being eaten, and it's trek through the civets digestive system, and arrives out of the civet arguably better for the experience. The various enzymes and acids that make up the digestion of the civet work their magic upon the bean, stripping away much of the bitter flavour associated with coffee. The beans can then be rounded up, cleaned off, and sold to post-doctoral researchers for a substantial price. These researchers will then brew it up once a day for a few weeks, referring to it as 'ass-coffee' and allowing any curious passers by to sample a small ammount, if they should wish. From personal experience I can now report it makes a strong, smooth coffee, very pleasant to drink, and not at all bitter. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: None. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 30th, 2007
3:50 pm	Away from home... Is somewhere that I do not relish being. Breaking me from my usual habits, the familiar faces of family and friends, and the comfortable and well equipped living room of my Phibsborough domicle is rather akin to breaking our own Terra from it's regular orbit about the sun. It can be done, it is simply not easy, or necessarily desirable to do so.  And, if it is to be done, one should expect a certain ammount of upheaval. And yet, despite my xenpohobic predlications, I have spent the past week, not only absent from my own hearth, but absent, entirely, from the Pale itself. I have been to Limerick. I have been to Cork.  And not only have I survived...I have prospered. Michael and Vikki, two friends of mine who are, I am happy to say, very much in love, were married last Thursday at a registry office in Limerick City. There followed a touching blessing of their union in the Chapel of the Castle Oaks Hotel, which in turn was followed by dinner (my favourite part of the evening- unsurprisingly) speeches and drinking. The best man gave a speech which was meticulously rehersed, carefully phrased and heartfelt, pitched carefully to appeal to the sensibilites of all present, and tweak gently the foibles of the groom. He was promptly completely and utterly upstaged by the brides brother, whose unconsidered, off the cuff and slightly bucolic address began with the words "Hello, I'm William, Vikki's sister" and went on to say that it was a pleasure to see Vikki getting married, finally. As is often the case, he had us at hello.  Two events, not enitirely unconnected with the wedding bear special mention. One, the 'room' myself and Vuirneen had booked for ourselves in the Castle Oaks Hotel turned out to be, rather surprisingly, bigger than our house. It was an apartment including two of the following: bedrooms,sitting rooms, ensuite bathrooms, much space. I took to leaving single items of clothes in each room; a sock in the second bedroom, my coat in one of the living rooms. I hoped this would make the unused 75% of the apartments a little less superfluous, and of course it took my mind off Chris spying on me. Spying on me? Oh yes. By a remarkable twist of fate Chris and Debbie (who were also at the wedding) had booked a room which overlooked our own. It was slightly surreal to ring Chris and ask him what stage of the procedings he was at (the answer by the way was "One sock on, one sock off, tie still untied") and have him say "Oh by the way, I can see you." They should be laws against these sorts of things. Laws and curtains. The second event,  in case you were wondering, was Sean. Now, ordinarily, in the day to day run of things, I would agree that Sean is, technically, a person rather than an event. However, in this particular instance Sean was, most definitely, an event. Myself and Vuirneen arrived at the Hotel from my Aunts house in Limerick, where we had been staying, at a little after one in the afternoon. Having had the luxury of an early start and a short journey, we were already dressed in our wedding finery and mingling amongst other be-suited and be-dressed guests when we spotted Sean. Sean was sporting a jeans and t-shirt ensemble of the type suited exactly for not this sort of function. However, he had just driven all the way from Dublin, and, as he disappeared into the hotel room he had reserved with a cheery wave and a promise to be back in a moment when he had cleaned himself up, he carried with him a bag, no doubt full of the sorts of things he was in need, no desperate, need of. I remember thinking at the time that the bag seemed a little small.  Sean re-appeared less than ten minutes later, showered, shaved and....well....dressed entirely the same. Entirely. It was at this point that it became evident to me, that Sean had forgotten something. Further discourse with him revealed that it was his suit. Even further discourse revealed that he had left it behind. In Oman. I could understand if he had left it behind in Dublin. If, upon reaching Limerick he had looked into his bag, smote his forehand with the heel of his hand, exclaimed "blow" "bother!" and all sorts of other profanities, pondered that, at least now, he could comprehend the puzzling lightness of his luggage and absence of suit shaped bulges within it. However, the fact that said suit never left Oman raised questions with me. He must have known, when he left Dublin that day, that his baggage was conspicously suit-free, that the journey, at it's conclusion, would not involve a suit vending destination, that, in short, unless he did something, he would be entiely unencumbered by appropriate atire.  However, this did not disuade him. I am left wondering if he believed, deep down in his heart and soul, that he would simply find a suit somewhere along the way, that something would turn up. I am left pondering the image of his disappearing into his hotel room, cheerily waving and claiming to be 'just a minute' seemingly unconcened. Did he, at that moment, believe that a suit was waiting for him, mysteriously, within the unknown recesses of the unfamiliar closets. Did he, in short, hope for an encounter with 'Suit, medium sized, male' on the random encounter table? As it turned out, I had brought three shirts and four ties, being unsure of which I was going to wear, and as such was able to provide him with a reasonably suitable, if somewhat ill fiting attire. So I suppose, lacking a suit entry on the random encounter table, the rolling of 'Organised friend'  came close enough. A variety of other minor dificulties, such as the lack of a place being set aside for him at dinner, and claiming to the Bride when someone (?) stepped on her train that it was 'Good Luck' also dogged his evening, but having overcome the earlier hurdle, these were by comparison, mere trifles, and not worth mentioning here. Warpcon was the next stop on my Odyssey. In a continuation of the previous theme, the apartment which Vuirneen had booked for us turned out to be a Breathtaking Magical Kingdom, complete with large flatscreen televsion, DVD player and broadband internet access. This, coupled with the fact that Warpcon overlaped myself and Vuirneen celebrating three years together as a couple (a couple of what?) meant that less of the Con was seen than could reasonably be expected. Though, I could see the Con from the window of our Breathtaking Magical Kingdom, which I like to think counts for something. I did play in my first WoW CCG tournament though.  I did reasonably, especially for someone still quite new to this whole cardgaming lark, though I have to say the hardest part was actually getting a place in the tournament. A lot of interest? Well, not exactly. The only person willing to acknowledge the existance of the tournament, even as a passing fancy, was the poor soul running it. When I tried to suggest to other people (either Warpcon staff and committee or other potential players) that such a thing might exist I was looked at as if I were advocating some sort of new pro-goat-buggering policy. This high-level secrecy conspired to produce a mediocre attendence of 9 players, though each and every one of us felt privvy to a secret of possibly earth shattering importance, lending a sense of much needed gravity to the proceedings.  Aside from WoW in it's various forms  the Con, for me, consisted largely of imbibing alcohol, talking to people that I just don't see enough of these days, completely, utterly and totally failing to play Age of Worms, and agreeing to things that I am sure I will regret sooner or later (One thing in particular, a big Gaelcon shaped thing). I'm not sure that I had the full, immersive Warpcon experience, but I did have a very pleasant weekend. Upon returning to the Pale yesterday, and beginning once more to tread the elliptical path of my daily life, as familiar surroundings begin to pull me once more into the orbit of my regular habits with their gravity, I find that I approach these familiar things with renewed vigor. Perhaps it does one good to break their boundaries and go rogue once in a little while, if only, for a little while. Current Mood: mischievous Current Music: Someone's -70 freezer alarm going off (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006
5:27 pm	Update, part 1 I've been using this space solely as a respository for memes for the last few months. Now, while I'm sure everyone's fascinated as to what semi-famous bumkin I don't really look like, or how many marbles I can fit in my mouth (coming soon to blogspace!) I should probably update my journal with things that are actually happening in my life. First and fore-most, I have gotten engaged. Myself and Vuirneen agreed, in principle at least, to some sort of formal declaration of mutual greatness, when we were on Holiday in Riga at the end of October. Needless to say, I'm estatic. She doesn't seem too pissed off either, which is nice. On a tangental note, I was in Riga during October. Beautiful, beautiful cobbled streets. Lovely old buildings, interesting and in some cases exotic food. The later especially stands out in my mind. I ate a pigs ear! Of course, I first attempted to make a silk purse out of it (how do you know unless you try?) but not for too long, as it would have gotten cold. It was lovely, and a holiday that came about almost by chance, once we realised that were I to have gone to Thailand, our origanlly considered destination, the humidity may actually have killed me. The resulting vaccumn in our schedule was resolved thusly: Vuirneen: How about Riga? Me: That really depends. Vuirneen: On what? Me: Where's Riga? Vuirneen: Capital of Latvia. Me: Emm...won't we get arrested by Dr Doom? Vuirneen: Firstly; no why would he care. Secondly, that's Latveria; and thirdly, not real. Me: Ok, in that case sure. Of course getting to Latvia came with its own problems for my fragile self, as I have an unreasoning fear of flying. Luckily, spending many of my working hours in Saint James' Hospital these days, I am surrounded by physicians, scientists and other individuals with a vast collective repository of medical knowledge. Even more fortutious, we actually have an anesthesiologist doing an MD in our very research group. Surely his hard won specialised knowledge would provide some advice as to what medication would knock me out for the duration of my odious odyessy. So I asked Dr. Mike, as to what sedative he would recommend to counteract my phobia. "Booze" he repiled. Which just goes to show that no amount of education wll give any indication as to a man's character. As it transpired however, he was absolutely right, and I have now discovered that I have no fear whatsoever of flying, and indeed treat it with a giddy abandon, provided that I am fully three sheets to the wind previous to take off. And speaking of taking off, my PhD seems finally to be doing just that, with long months of sample curation giving way, at last, to sucessful collaberations with interational leaders in the field and generation of my own project-relevant data. The phrase 'about bloody time' pretty much covers the whole experience really. I've also just completed and been awarded a post Graduate Diploma in Stats and am about to get round to graduating from my Msc a mere year later than I should have. Look, they don't let you graduate if you have any monies outstanding to the College, which, apparently, includes library fines for some reason. And a year is hardly any length of time in the grand scheme of things. Ok, I should really have gotten round to this earlier, I agree. Speaking of things I should have gotten round to earlier, having not posted anything remotely cogent in this journal in over a year, I have a whole clatter of things to put in this entry, too many really, to include in just one. So, I think I'll call this Update part one, and leave the reader wanting just a bit less, rather than a lot, with intent to comment on other noteworthy events of the past year at a point in the not too distant future. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: The neon hum of lights in the reading room (7 Comments |Comment on this)
4:55 pm	Brohnos' vocabulary do-hickey Your Vocabulary Score: A Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person. How's Your Vocabulary? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 21st, 2006
12:19 am	These are my celebrity look-alikes. Apparently :-) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 7th, 2006
1:26 am	I don't watch Lost, but... ...I do find myself becoming intensely curious about what is going on. My current theory is that the DHARMA initiative created something on the Island analogous to the Great Machine from Forbidden Planet and that the 'monster' and, possibly the 'Others' are something similar to the 'monsters from the Id' that wiped out the Krell. Any of you out there that watch the show, does this seem plausible? Current Mood: awake Current Music: Blessed silence (Comment on this)
Sunday, April 9th, 2006
1:42 am	Meme Go to Wikipedia and put in your birth date. Don't put in the year. Post in your LJ with three important events, two births, and two deaths. Events: 1702 - The first regular English-language newspaper, The Daily Courant, is published in London. 1888 - The Great Blizzard of '88 begins along the eastern seaboard of the United States, shutting down commerce and killing more than 400. 1978 - Nine Palestinian Al Fatah guerillas hijack a bus in Israel, killing 34 civilians and wounding 70 before being killed by security forces. The Israelis retaliate by invading southern Lebanon three days later, under codename Operation Litani. Births: 1952 - Douglas Adams, English writer (d. 2001) 1971 - Johnny Knoxville, American television personality Deaths: 1955 - Alexander Fleming, Scottish scientist, recipient of the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine (b. 1881) 2006 - Slobodan Milošević, President of Serbia (b. 1941) (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 11th, 2006
1:55 am	Magic, eh? Shiny. You Are The Magician You are powerful and wise - beyond what anyone can see. Deeply complex, you have the resources to connect to the spiritual and material world. You posses the knowledge to manipulate your life and the lives around you. You also have a great healing power, should you choose to use it. Your fortune: You have unhidden powers that you have yet to tap into. Soon, you will better understand how to use your intellect and intuition. Believe it or now, you will discover how you can manipulate yourself and others for good. You are at the beginning of a path of spiritual enlightenment. What Tarot Card Are You? (Comment on this)
Monday, February 6th, 2006
8:54 pm	My gaming style, apparently. You scored as Tactician. You're probably a military buff who wants to have the chance to think through complex problems. You want the rules, and your GM's interpretation of them, to match up what happens in the real world or at least be consistant. You want challenging yet logical obstacles to overcome. </td> Tactician 83% Method Actor 67% Butt-Kicker 67% Power Gamer 58% Specialist 58% Storyteller 50% Casual Gamer 17% Law's Game Style created with QuizFarm.com (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
6:32 pm	It's official...Life is good! This Is My Life, Rated Life: 7.9 Mind: 8.2 Body: 6.3 Spirit: 7 Friends/Family: 5.7 Love: 9.2 Finance: 7.7 Take the Rate My Life Quiz (Comment on this)
Saturday, October 15th, 2005
12:17 am	Level Up! +1 MSc Have successfuly gained an MSc in Molecular Medicine. Came second in my class. All good. Current Mood: happy Current Music: Pet Shop Boys- West End Girls (4 Comments |Comment on this)