Category: Random

In lieu of actual content this morning, you can instead watch me reorganise my bedroom (with occasional asides to camera) on: plasticbag.org | cam.

Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams [Relax!]

Tom Total Life Rebuilding: So the process now is one of working through everything that is wrong in my life and reassembling it bit by bit from the fragments that remain. Stage one has got to be finding work, but this is a long stage and not a particularly productive one at the moment, so this has been downgraded in priority slightly to the more plausible, “work out what the next step is to be, and pay the bills in the meantime”. Stage two has been redetermining my relationship with the gay community, as seen in the development of new friendships with gay people, an increased relationship with the scene (and all its horrors) and an increase of gay-related entertainment (clubs, bars, meals and the like). This stage is proceeding admirably. Stage three concerns my environment, and the dragging of my flat into a habitable state that I am not ashamed of. The first part of this quest has involved a trip to IKEA [thanks to Davo, Meg and David], where although it isn’t easy to find stuff that will make you profoundly happy, it is very easy to find stuff to replace the things that depress you. Stage four is an increased emphasis on the production of things that I have respect for – and if they have to be outwith the working environment, then so be it. Stage five is sanity. And it will come with time.

For the first time in my life I went to a night-club and became aware that I might very well be ten years older than some of the other people there. There was one kid there, dressed in black, dancing on the stage, who was very cute indeed. He can’t have been more than eighteen though. Of course, whether or not one has the slightest intention of taking things any further, it is always gratifying to get signals of interest. Unfortunately, the evening was generally characterised by signals – all with no follow through. Perhaps they were encrypted. Perhaps I misunderstood. Thanks to Davo, David and Nick H for the fun that was had.

Article: GameSpot Presents: The Final Hours of Black & White. Peter Molyneux is insane. He’s got to be. Three years work, with twenty-five people often working 20 hour days seven days a week. You’d lose it. Surely?

Ha! Got an e-mail from Jeff Bezos thanking me for getting him something off his wishlist. How cool is that!

The spookily surreal Anne Robinson informed me (believe it or not) that, “You are the peskiest plastic bag.
Goodbye!” What am I to say? She saw right through me.

We cannot think if we have no time to read, nor feel if we are emotionally exhausted, nor out of cheap material create what is permanent. We cannot coordinate what is not there. [The Unquiet Grave]

The Horror: Davo, the evil Davo, has decided to train in me in the ways of the young homosexual around town with at trip to G.A.Y. this evening. I’ve never been before, despite being 28 (and counting). Anyone else who happens to be going, look out for us – I’m always keen for someone new prepared to buy me a drink.

More information (and pictures) of the man who allegedly is having an affair with Tom Cruise: Kyle Bradford. Check out kylebradford.com for his side of the story. [more | more | not the same guy | Google]