Sarah Rules

So, there’s an apple pyramid scheme.

1.You don’t own macbook.

2.You meet someone that does.

3.You realise that all you’ve wanted from life is a macbook.

4.You get a macbook.

5.Cause someone else to get a macbook.

Repeat infinitely.

Scott has decided that he “needs” a macbook too.  Despite his much higher spec laptop still working perfectly.  Yes, he’s having two laptops.  I don’t think this is necessary but…

He has bought my silence with an iPod nano.  They come free with macbooks now.  I’d recommend buying one if I were you.  It’s a very good idea.

SORRY SORRY SORRY already.

Do you remember the “I have no internet” excuses from this time last year? They apply once more, but this time I think I’ll be without internet for the whole year. Do not worry though as now I’m a third year Computer Scientist I’m expected to keep a toothbrush at the labs and form a bed arrangement using only 4 swivel chairs. Kitchens have actually been installed (I’m not even sarcastically over exaggerating this part.)

So now that my life is based here (and I’ve had to pay money for the sarahrules name again) I’m determined to keep on top of things. I may also have work I’m supposed to be doing now… Plus sarahrules is 2 years old now! Golly Gosh.
I’ve found a few photos to summArise what I did in the summEr. I’ve still got the wit! All are thanks to facebook and most thanks to Sarah (H)’s ability to take on 5000 photos per social event.

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On Saturday I attended the “Big Cheese” event at Potterrow.

It was acutally awesome. I went with Scott and his flat mates and then saw Alec and his mates there too. Hurrah for meeting people while you’re out. A good time was being had chatting but then, out of the corner of my eye I saw a glint of metal.

What was that? Was it someone dressed up as a robot? Surely it wasn’t…it was! There was someone dressed up in foiled cardboard boxes, silver body paint and random flashing lights. That person was better than anynoe else here, they had to know.

I wandered over to them and shook their hand. Then the robot said something to me, “Wiseman”. Eh? The robot knew my name? I then looked beyond the silver face and realised it was Kat Oatey. Excellent, I knew the robot! My first question was obviously why was she dressed like she was? Apparently it was Karen’s birthday fancy dress outing.

5 minutes later and I was dancing with a robot, a ninja turtle (Raphael) and two smurfs, all with body paint. That basically meant that at the end of the night (which came early because I was working the next day) I had random silver, green and blue splotches over my face and arms.

Brilliant night.

I now own an N64 again. Woohoo, I love it. I am currently in the process of finding all the old games I used to have. I need to buy another controller so I can beat everyone at F Zero X and Golden Eye.

I’m writing this in the lab after having completed a practical. We’re in the second week of lectures now and I must admit, after my initial enthusiasm for them, I’m gradually getting more tired by them already. Although I am forcing myself to take thousands of notes which is definitely helping. But that’s no different from last year. Thankfully though, one other thing hasn’t changed about my attitude to all this: I was just sat here for two hours doing the programming practical and I enjoyed every minute of it. Sort of.

I’m still on the right course for me. Huzzah.

Still there is no Internet in our flat so I apologise for the horendous (and rather John like) lack of updates here.

I’ve been having a very good few weeks.

In them I have:

Seen Regina Spektor, Bill Bailey and Jimmy Carr perform (not together),

Partied with the Editors (apparently),

Climbed Arthur’s Seat once more,

Had a flat night out,

Entertained southern friends,

and

Got a job at Tie Rack.

On the subject of jobs:

Claire worked at Barrats and Vue, quit Barrats but stayed at Vue so now we get to go see free films,

Ruth worked at the Union during the festival, got us cheap drinks and did some drug busting,

Josephine earnt £5000 an hour cleaning and then got a job at a bar and now knows all cocktail mixes that exist,

and

Scott quit Morissons and got a job at H&M and soon will get a 25% discount.

If you’re expecting a Christmas present from me this year, it is most likely going to be a tie, scarf, or piece of H&M stock.

Wowee, such a lot of stuff happening, and all whilst (and despite) the overwhelming numbers of tourists blocking the paths, urinating on the walls and stumbling around the streets of Edinburgh.

I love the festival.

Yesterday, Dad, Scott and I went over to Newmarket for Newmarket Nights. It’s an event where you get an afternoon’s racing followed by a concert. Last night, the concert was given by Mcfly. Top draw.

We got there, bought our race books and started to pick out the jockeys who were dressed in the prettiest colours. Well that’s what I was doing. Dad appeared to have some strategy and won on the first race. We then wandered over to the paddock area to pretend we knew what we were doing and pick a horse after merely looking at it walking around in a circle. Well, they all appeared to know how to walk and could all clearly see where they were going. Erm, what else is there left to decide if the horse was a winner? Dad decided to go with the one that was prancing around looking generally insubordiante. Apparently that was a good idea because he won again. Here’s the horse winning.

That’s Frankie Detorri on the winning horse. Because of this we went over to the winner’s enclosure to see Frankie accepting a prize. And because of this (trust me this is going somewhere good) Dad overheard the announcement that a member of Mcfly would be handing over the prize in two races time.

Awesome.

We stuck it out at the winner’s enclosure there. We hadn’t heard anymore announcements which was good because it meant that noone else was really there. It also meant that it probably wasn’t actually happening to be honest. I mean, they’d probably like to get more people there. But hey, we weren’t in a rush to get anywhere.

Then he was there. Danny just walked out into the enclosure. Danny, the one from Mcfly. Just there. The woman who was interviewing him was standing directly in front of us. And in the few seconds it took him to walk it, so was Danny.

Mad! Next to us was a Mcflamily, all of them wanting autographs, they’d asked the interviewy lady if she could get Danny to sign a few for them, so he did.

I pulled the ticket and a pen from my bag, and then he signed it for us. I have the picture of him doing it but I’m afraid that both the picture and the ticket are now in Amy’s possession. She’s made an awesome picture from it though.

Not the end of the story though.

Scott: Touch him
Sarah Rules:I’m not going to touch him
S:Touch his head!
Danny:[laughing a little]What? Touch my head?
S:Yeah
D:Go on then

So I do. I touch Danny from Mcfly’s head. If you want to know what it was like, it was sweaty and full of product (although it was very hot and he was about to play a gig in front of thousands of people.)

The gig almost seems like a come down after that but it was excellent. They played about a million songs and did all the good ones. You know which ones I mean. You’re all secret fans really. To finish off, here’s a lovely picture I got of Dougie, who’s one contribution to the one stage talk was to burp loudly into the mic. Maybe I’m going off him, Danny let me touch his head after all…

After the party on Wednesday I was left with many varied items of food and drink. There was an insanely large cream cake, a delicious salad and pasta that kept the family fed for a couple of days and probably most intriguing, a Noddy cake mix.

This was left by Rhiannon on Mark’s behalf. I think he didn’t give me a cake on my birthday or we bet on a board game and this was my winnings or something along those lines. For some reason, he owed me some cake mix.

If you look at the photo you’ll see the cakes are “Googleberry” flavour. Google? Don’t I recognise that word from my modern day vocabulary? A ha, it’s that well known search engine. On closer inspection you can see that the colours of Noddy’s name bear a remarkable resemblance to those of the Google icon. A coincidence? I think not. If I had time I would like to investigate further the process of events that led from Noddy charging sixpence an adventure to him becoming a successful Internet tycoon who owns possibly one of the most well known and most widely used search engines of our time. But like I said. No time. We’ll blame drugs, or perhaps the hallucinagenic properties of the Googleberry. But enough of that and on with the cakes.

The cakes were fairly easy to make. Your standard add an egg and some water kind of affair. The lumpy mixture we came up against was quickly thwarted by the electric whisk and then we were on our way. The mixture was doled out into the cake cases and put in a preheated oven for 10-12 minutes.

Whilst this was going on, Amy took charge of the icing situation. The googleberry must indeed be magical, just look at this colour change. Never before has the phrase “just add water” been so impressive.

Before:

AFTER:

Astounding.

Here is Amy mixing the icing the only way she knows how. Dropping it from a unnecessarily high height.

We applied the mad crazy icing and then stuck on the “waferettes” with Noddy characters on them and we were done.

And happy.

They were (of course) delicious and I have eaten them all.

But perhaps the most important part of all this is that the three of us, Scott, Amy and I came up with The Best Band In History thanks to this little project. Here is the album cover with its title.

Don’t Infect The Fun

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Picture Bitch and the Waferettes