I recently wrote a blog post bemoaning the apparent passing of Hannah Newcombe's blog at http://hannahlikessheepbaa.blogspot.com, and suggesting that I should mark the anniversary of the last post with a virtual funeral. Well, it's now a few days (weeks?) on from the anniversary, and I have prodded the corpse to double-check that it really is dead, and guess what? It hasn't twitched. It looks pretty dead to me.
So here goes the funeral!
As a non-relative of the deceased, perhaps I should begin by outlining how I came to meet them. Well, it's Root Hill's fault. I met Hannah for the first time at Root Hill 2010, and found my way onto her blog via her pair of trainers with somebody else's blog address on them (as one does). This conspired together with other elements of RH2010 to inspire the beginnings of my own blog - this one you're reading here right now. The two blogs intermittently goaded each other on over the next year and a half, and a good time was had by all. Or at least by me...
I had suggested that the funeral should take the form of a selection of my favourite posts from the sheepy one's blog, along with an explanation of why I liked them; however, this could present something of a difficulty as there are quite a lot of posts on there (a quick bit of math says 219!) and I've never been very good at picking favourites. I thought about giving it a shot anyway, but soon realised that the sheer number of posts I'd have to re-read and sort through is overwhelming. However noble my intentions, and however much I might enjoy re-reading some of the old posts (which I do sometimes), I just don't have the time to systematically go through all 219 of them. Between the challenges, the ramblings, the huge web of Doctor Who and Hitchhiker's Guide references, the ad-hoc remarks on life as it happened, and the occasional, wonderful moments when my own creative output got put in the spotlight, there are too many posts on there for me to pick out just a few.
Other features of the funeral were going to be a selection of music, and some thoughts on food. Music first:
In a suitably lamentative and funereal mode, and in keeping with the prevailing spirit of sci-fi nerdiness, I nominate This is Gallifrey from the Doctor Who Season 29 / New Series 3 soundtrack, by Murray Gold: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-SBNgu1hO4
...followed by Tim's (characteristically baroque) suggestion, the aptly sheepy Sheep May Safely Graze by J. S. Bach: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIUCRXMM4pE
Sam suggests Fade To Black by Metallica - I know virtually nothing about rock (you see, I'm assuming Metallica is rock... I could even be wrong about that, for all I know!), so I don't necessarily understand the connection apart from the fading-to-black-usually-denoting-the-end-of-something thing - but I'm sure Sam has some underlying reason for the choice, so here's the link anyway: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4qr3GfTp_Q
And to conclude the musical interlude, something I came across via Hannah's blog, which fits well with one of our shared interests, and also somewhat reflects my feelings over here at A White Horizon now that I'm one of the last two survivors from the little circle of Root Hill bloggers (hannahlikessheepbaa isn't the only one to have gone down over the last year or two; Sam's the only other one still going that I'm aware of): Type 40 by Chameleon Circuit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BGqrrmZXtqg
And finally, the after-funeral lunch. Sam remembered something important which had slipped my mind - Zombie Fluxx - and used that as the basis for his food suggestions: Sandwiches, Donuts, Coffee and the Zombie Brains. That's a good game, Zombie Fluxx.
And for my nominations: as a semi-regular repository of Whovian enthusiasms, Hannah's blog absolutely must be commemorated with Fish Custard, a la The Eleventh Hour. I also nominate pizza, in memory of various (usually Root-Hill-related) past events - but not Yorkshire Pizza of Death. I think one of those is quite enough for one lifetime. I'm tempted to suggest lamb/mutton, but really not sure whether that's an appropriate interpretation of "likes sheep".
Hannah, thank you for the blogging. It has been a thoroughly enjoyable... thing. What's the proper collective noun for a period of time during which multiple people write blogs that play off each other? I have no idea. But what I was trying to say is, it's been a thoroughly enjoyable one of those.
Rest in fleece, hannahlikessheepbaa. So long, and - because we can't let you pass into the blogospherical afterlife without cracking some sort of Hitchhikers' joke: thanks for all the fish.
And custard.
- The Colclough
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Friends. Show all posts
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Saturday, 22 January 2011
Some You Win, Some You Lose
Okay, so I lost the "First 11 for '11" race. I was on 10, and then I ran out of things to write about, and left Hannah to steam ahead and win. I also got a bit sidetracked with the illustrations for Fort Paradox 33 to 38, which I was trying to get done as part of another geeky race against Tim. Which I'm pleased to be able to say I won. Still, 11 For 11 was pretty close at 11-10, so I'm not too distraught.
Now here's a little philosophical question that's just occurred to me: is it better to play a race or other game against an enemy and win, or to play it (presumably much more enjoyably) against a friend and lose? Not saying Tim's an enemy - far from it - it's a hypothetical question.
And that in turn leads on to the bigger philosophical question of what constitutes a friend and how one comes by them in the first place.
In case you hadn't noticed, this post seems to be drifting into deep and angsty territory. If this is worrying you, Tim, don't panic - I'll write something less depressing you-know-where afterwards B]
So, back to the subject: I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not the most gregarious type, I very quickly get lost in a crowd, and it usually takes me years to build up any sort of meaningful friendship with anyone - meaningful as in knowing someone better than just to say hi to. I know there was a time, pre-1998, when I didn't know Tim or Sarah Johnston existed, whereas now I know they exist and I'm absolutely convinced that they're awesome, but in all honesty I can't remember how I got from one point to the other. It was quite a long process, I think. Once in several blue moons I meet someone new and would consider them a friend almost straight away, but for me that event is nearly as rare as hen's teeth.
Must... not... get sidetracked... into a pointless discussion of chicken dentistry...
But then again, having said that, my circle of friends might be smallish but it contains some brilliant specimens. Okay, maybe 'specimens' isn't the right word to use, but you know what I meant. I hope. The point is, I like to think I have good taste in people. Too much normality gets boring, but there's not much chance of that happening in my vicinity, as I seem to be slowly accumulating a collection of rather wonderful eccentrics.
And I like it that way. I'd rather have a handful of fellow geeks around me than a huge contact list of 'normal' people any day.
To the few (you probably know who you are): thanks for being there. I'm really glad to know you, even if you do sometimes confuse me, or occasionally wipe the floor with me in some race that I challenged you to. I should learn my lesson and stop challenging people to races, maybe...
Ooh, look, I managed to end my deep and angsty ramble on a high note. Am pleased with that.
And on that bombshell, it's time to give you my latest bundle of stats (I wonder if I'll miss putting stats on the end of my posts?), and wrap up "First 11 for '11":
- The Colclough
Now here's a little philosophical question that's just occurred to me: is it better to play a race or other game against an enemy and win, or to play it (presumably much more enjoyably) against a friend and lose? Not saying Tim's an enemy - far from it - it's a hypothetical question.
And that in turn leads on to the bigger philosophical question of what constitutes a friend and how one comes by them in the first place.
In case you hadn't noticed, this post seems to be drifting into deep and angsty territory. If this is worrying you, Tim, don't panic - I'll write something less depressing you-know-where afterwards B]
So, back to the subject: I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not the most gregarious type, I very quickly get lost in a crowd, and it usually takes me years to build up any sort of meaningful friendship with anyone - meaningful as in knowing someone better than just to say hi to. I know there was a time, pre-1998, when I didn't know Tim or Sarah Johnston existed, whereas now I know they exist and I'm absolutely convinced that they're awesome, but in all honesty I can't remember how I got from one point to the other. It was quite a long process, I think. Once in several blue moons I meet someone new and would consider them a friend almost straight away, but for me that event is nearly as rare as hen's teeth.
Must... not... get sidetracked... into a pointless discussion of chicken dentistry...
But then again, having said that, my circle of friends might be smallish but it contains some brilliant specimens. Okay, maybe 'specimens' isn't the right word to use, but you know what I meant. I hope. The point is, I like to think I have good taste in people. Too much normality gets boring, but there's not much chance of that happening in my vicinity, as I seem to be slowly accumulating a collection of rather wonderful eccentrics.
And I like it that way. I'd rather have a handful of fellow geeks around me than a huge contact list of 'normal' people any day.
To the few (you probably know who you are): thanks for being there. I'm really glad to know you, even if you do sometimes confuse me, or occasionally wipe the floor with me in some race that I challenged you to. I should learn my lesson and stop challenging people to races, maybe...
Ooh, look, I managed to end my deep and angsty ramble on a high note. Am pleased with that.
And on that bombshell, it's time to give you my latest bundle of stats (I wonder if I'll miss putting stats on the end of my posts?), and wrap up "First 11 for '11":
- 11 For 11 status: 11 down, nil to go - race over
- Latest book read: The Dark Tower, and other unpublished fiction by C. S. Lewis
- Latest film/TV watched: deleted scenes from X-Men III: The Last Stand (dir. Brett Ratner, 2006)
- Latest music listened to: Adiemus: Songs of Sanctuary by Karl Jenkins (1995) currently on speakers
- Latest food/sweets/whatever eaten: lunch = leek and potato soup with bacon and courgette muffins, followed by coffee
- Programs and web pages currently running: Outlook 2007, Word 2007, Windows Media Player, Skype, Firefox (tabs: Blogspot Create Post; A White Horizon, hannahlikessheepbaa.blogspot.com, MatNav)
- Webcomics posted today: Cylinder and Miserable #1135
- The Colclough
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