It's only tuesday once a week!

Woah, did I really miss out the whole of 2010 without posting? Well I sure did. Since my last post back in December 2009 theres been a few changes to my general situation, I've broken a heart and had mine broken. What a pansy. I've lived in three different houses, but managed to keep a job at The Lounge throughout. Also managed to fail the biggest exam of my life. Thanks Mr Coastguard, thanks.

Part of the reason for neglecting posting has been because my beloved iPhone died. I dropped it on the floor of the pub last June. I was playing guitar and just dropped it, 3 and a half foot. Dead. Still miss the bloody thing.

My social gaffs of late have revolved around being a bitter jilted lover, to post about it on the Internet so soon, would probably be a bit "Zuckerberg". There is one story that sticks out and shows clearly my social ineptitude in chatting up the fairer sex, cut me some slack however. I have been out of the 'game' for 5 years and 8 months.

It was a Wednesday night in the Lounge, good atmosphere, live music and the ale was flowing. This was five days after getting the heave ho, so I was absolutely blootered. Sitting with all the guys with daft storys being exchanged and theres a girl in the corner across the pub.She's sitting with her Mum and Dad. For future reference Ross, when a girl is sat with her Mother and Father, don't do the following; wait until all three go up to the quiz machine and ask this classic "Excuse me, what are you doing tomorrow? Do you want to go to the Sauna at the health suite?"

Sober Ross , in my head, is shouting and screaming "WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING? THE SHITTING SAUNA FOR SHITS SAKE" All of the lads at the table are stunned, but listening intently. To be fair this girl dealt with it expertly "Erm sorry I've got work tomorrow" this is where things get hazy. I think my subconscious doesn't want me to remember. Never fear, it's been recounted to me many times. "Oh okay where do you work?" Sober Ross breathes a small sigh of relief.

"I work at the care home."
"So you wipe bums for a living?"
"Someone has to."
"Ahhh saving the world one bum at a time."

No. Just No.

Gaybar

This I what my brother is getting for Xmas.

Stromness at night

Stromness Electro

Tools of the Trade

Main Mast, me heartys.
Sometimes I get to touch this. The biggest tool in the trade however, is me.

This has taken me about 12 hours.

This is probably the best cartooney drawing I have ever done. Drawing
on the iPhone is great. I like the anime style hair.

I am in a funny mood today.

I ate a bowl of cereal containg all of Kellogs major brands, and a Weetabix. Then I thought I'd ask Chris Hoy a question, a question that only a 20 time Gold oylmpian could answer.

Unfinished Leela

I might finish her, if I can be arsed.

I can't do penguins.

Thought I could but I can't. Little smug shit.

Just a cheeky wee test.

Just testing to see if I have sorted out how to post from my phone.

The Old Man of Hoy

One of the engineers found out I could draw, he asked me to draw him a pencil of drawing of the Old Man Of Hoy. Im a dick so I did him a marker one instead, this was the veiw I did for him. Again drawn using Autodesks Sketchbook for iPhone. I like just messing about doodling with the software.

No social gaffs today. I was a cool cat.

Well I never.

I made a drawing joke. I dont think it works. "Whale I never".

I made a halloween social gaff last night. There was a girl stood at the bar, dressed as the Stay Puff marshmallow man from the 1984 movie hit Ghostbusters. This costume was amazing, it was well executed.

I asked her "What are you meant to be?" I asked it because it was obvious. She replied with a curt "Fuck off". Ahhh okay then.

This is how bored I was today.

I used to like drawing, I was going to pursue a career in Graphic Design. But that Changed.

I have no idea what I want to be. Also I can't post in the main box using my iPhone.

I wanted a blog. So I went out and got one. I didn't really know what I wanted, as with every decision I make in life. I was going to think for ages for a cool name for it like 'Dribs and Drabs' but that made it sound like a Haberdashery. I just wanted to think of something deep, perhaps a bit rebellious, so I could appear like an online 21st Century James Dean. In fact any title that I could think of made me sound a bit wet. So I gave up thinking of a name, typed in 'Ross's Blog' and forgot about it.

Now coming back to it I'm going to keep it as Ross's Blog. I like how it makes me look like a 7 year old thats been allowed on the computer, that or simple.

Im just going to use this thing like a Diary almost. Not really for anybody to read, just as cathartic exercise. And for me to realise in a couple of years how much of an Idiot I am now.

I'm going to spraff about my social ineptness, trying to be funny, people generally misinterpreting what I mean, what I'm up to, where I am and what xbox game I'm looking forward to.

So thats it. A blog about nothing. Just like 99% of them out there.