Category: Random

I’m spending some of this afternoon just trying to work out if I should care that this site looks appalling in Netscape 4.

So I’m feeling a little rough after last night’s blog-meet – I suspect due to a confluence of factors including 1) Drinking three vodka tonics, 2) Drinking seven vodka jelly shots, 3) Drinking one green and one orange vial of vodka based crap, 4) As a result acting like a complete arse and fucking off Matt and, no doubt, several other people before stumbling home drunk and morbid. Notable moments include being beaten at arm wrestling by an incredibly skinny, ill-looking bloke, having my shoe ‘borrowed’ and placed upon the bar, nearly being licked, and generally misbehaving.

Quote from Meg: “I’ve been smelling Cake all day, and … well, you know how cake smells like death…?”

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With this evening comes yet another excuse for a piss-up from the London weblogging contingent. Find out all the information (as ever) at meets.gblogs.org.uk.

Found via some article or other at Wired that I loosely skimmed on a whim (while contemplating the vague tension in my bladder that might shortly require a trip to the lavatory), the site mentalhealth.com has provided me with a good fifteen minutes of self-diagnosis fun. My particular mental illness? Narcissistic Personality Disorder. In retrospect it seems so obvious.

From the makers of Blue Jam: http://www.bishopslips.com

Meg describes my life:

A: So, I’ve done the thing I was supposed to do. I’ve checked it and it’s fine, but I thought I’d let you know before I get X to sign off on it.
B: OK. Can I have a look?
A: Sure Here you go.
C: Hey, what’s that? Can I see?
A: Er, of course. It finished now, though.
C: Oh yes, I realise that. But could you do it in blue?

Wearing a T-shirt makes you a terrorist: People often ask me why I don’t agree with laws that – while they may be vague – if implemented properly will only benefit people. Well it’s the vagueness that worries me. Saying that those who ‘incite violence overseas’, even while not actually doing anything other than writing an editorial, should be considered terrorists is not acceptable. Most of the powers of the act discussed will not be used to subjugate people and take away their freedoms under this government. But any number of them could be used by subsequent governments whose politics we might individually find offensive, destructive or even personally damaging.

Emode helps me decide about the future of my working life. Apparently I’m a rock star.

You crave attention, the limelight, and the fawning admiration of millions. You walk fast and talk loud. You look important (even if you’re not). You like expensive cars. You sculpt your body to perfection at the gym.

You have a bevy of fans and friends, and you like knowing how much others appreciate you. You believe in making a good impression. You like spending money on frivolous treats and nice, stylish clothes ó forget the discount bins! But, hey, you’re not some shallow materialist! Your polished outward appearance is a mere reflection of that soulful, strong-willed person inside.

At work, you’re committed to excellence. You’ve got your eye on your boss’s job. You’re a real go-getter, and you really shine under pressure. But you have to love what you do, or else your performance slips. If you don’t see that big promotion in your future, chances are you’ll start combing the want-ads.