The Misapplied Criminal Mind

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Born 1973. Haven't died yet, despite several near-misses.

Doing stuff.
Fiddly things.


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Blog Links
Just some of the great blogs I keep stumbling on. Go for an explore, and if you see any really good ones, let me know...

- the hottest blogger I know.
- I hate knitting. However, I love this blog. Who'd have thought?
- If you ask me, it's perpetual brilliance!
- 'nuff said.
Inspired - inspiring.
- ...into light.
Xenouveau - Her from Sadisticland.
All Geek To Me - Fun from Scout Finch.

The HAL9000 Report - WARNING! - Controversy!

Elven Sarah - Witty and weird, a bit like me (but witty).
Sedgefield - A nice blog, which may have died from meme deficiency...
Lorianne - A great lady had a great blog. Hopefully it returns...
superphase - A stick hero for the masses...
Sadly, we have been given the cold Shoulder.
- a great blog from the continent, nice and warm there.
Selfindulgence - Not indulgent any more.
She Speaks - The star-crossed lover is now silent.
Organic Feminism - A tremendous blog. Even though she calls me Scoots *shudder*
You can no longer get your soup fix from souplover.

The Witches of Elswick
Lair of the Strong Bad - 3D Chat - Sweets

My mood is: The current mood of winstonsmith at

Hits since 28/07/2004:

Blogarama - The Blog Directory

Entries you may have missed
Behold The Freak!!!
Insert Title Here...
Cycling woes.
Happy Easter, etc.
Back Seat Blogger
Remember Sammy Jankiss
Journey from Hell...
I have returned...
My warbly song...
Astral Projection
Tick followed tock...
Another Week

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If you want to put a little picture on your site linking to this one, then you can use one of these images...

If you use one, try to host it yourself, I can't be certain how long the website will be up...

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Tuesday, March 02, 2004
New Job

Started my new job yesterday. I was pretty nervous, and after an unfortunate experience with the road network, I decided to set off at 7, giving me two whole hours to travel the 40 miles. And so I set my alarms for 6:20 and 6:30.

I've always had a love-hate relationship with alarm clocks. I think the problem is that I find the alarm noises soothing, and so I never get up with just one. When I was at college I had a TV alarm clock over my bed, about 4 feet above the bed. Somehow I would turn the alarm off in my sleep, and miss my lectures...
I woke up and dragged myself out of bed, got myself together, and managed to leave for 6:55.

I arrived at 8:50.

Uh-oh, I thought. I've some 8-4 days to work. I'm gonna have to set off at 6!
So this morning I tried setting off at 6. I used a small crane to lift me out of bed at 6, and stumbled around, bumping into doors, walls, whathaveyou, and set off at 6:20, a personal best!

I arrived at 7:30.

Most people will be perplexed at this, but those of you from the Manchester area will nod sagely...

As promised, another poem...

Worlds Apart, Worlds Together
I reach for your hand,
It feels cold, glassy
Like you're absent.

The keys are rough beneath
my fingers,
My love through the screen.

Our bodies mingle;
and apart,
Inside a wire.

A copper strand
between us both,
that links our chained hearts.

Ground Zero,
The eye of the storm,
Where love is born.

Monday, February 23, 2004
Welcome Inside The Misapplied Criminal Mind

Welcome to my blog, I decided I'd give it another go, mainly my poetry this time...

I'll tell you all about it another time, for now I'll just stick a little poem in here:

I forget
I can't recall that night,
Your image in my sight.
I've forgotten what I said;
What thoughts were in my head.

I don't recall that day,
You were given away;
You took me to your heart-
Was that the way to start?

I can't remember you
Forever being true;
When everything was fine
without a glass of wine.

I do remember, though,
The way that I said no;
You wouldn't hear my sigh
Or answer my heart's cry

And so it all has fled;
My memory is lead.
It sinks without a trace,
another hopeless case.

In time I will forget
The hatred, heart's bloodlet,
And I shall recall your smile;
Not seen in such a while.

Wrote this one about my wife, as you can probably tell, we're not happily married any more. In fact, as soon as the house is sold, we'll be going our separate ways. I'm sad about it, but its the only thing that made sense.