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Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
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bit wet at the picnic 
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3gp:https://www.freakcity.net/test/11832090082711_1.3gp the rain hasn’t really dampened anyone’s spirits :-)
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Flibble
The likelihood of it being nice weather on Saturday? 0%. Why? Wimbledon. Cunts. How dare they play tennis when we’re trying to have a Pride march.
Waiting on people to give me work is dull. Spent some time last night making everyone in the flat aware of just how strange Fire Walk With Me is. Made fatBurgers™ to munch. Thought about doing some freakcity but didn’t. Merely stared at it a bit and then hid in the living room.
Mum’s hotel booking was all wonky, they apparently booked her in a month early then charged her for not turning up, so when she turned up last night there was no room for her and no rooms free. Sillyness. Hopefully she’ll have somewhere sorted for tonight.
Today is the day before payday. Joy. Lunchtime will be spent cruising round soho on my bike. And possibly eating chicken. This evening I may go see Mum at her hotel, or I might just go home, not sure yet. Don’t yet know if she’ll have a hotel or not. Suggested I have an airbed she could borrow...
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This barbecue just got very very immensely wet
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Shiny disco balls!
So we did Retro on Thursday night. I got a bit drunk, as did everyone else I think. Present were notion, snoopy, owen, mojen, mage, agentblue, lloyd, jimmy, Justin, and a whole load of others too who I’ve probably forgotten. Was fun. Breakfasted at Café Verde yesterday morning then roamed around the river and Canary Wharf a bit before returning here to chill for the rest of the day. Tom popped over and returned my phone. Didn’t do too much cept shop and make TJ watch Akira, which I promptly fell asleep during. Oh, and made an “I am 4” badge for freakcity 
Bwahaha. Work still going well but loooong day on Weds (finished at 10) and knackering day yesterday meant that I was a little bit sleepy at Retro.
Today I’m having a freakcity is 4 barbecue. And panicking a little as I don’t have any money because I thought I was getting paid Monday and I’m getting paid Wednesday. Heh. Oh well, I’ll buy barbecue and food with rubber bouncing cheques
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Snigger
“He can put his missiles in my silo any time...” Should not watch youtube this early in the day....
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Wah!
Been working too hard I think. But it’s fun work. This is the best code I’ve written so far, which is good.
Also been changing bits of freakcity’s event sections. I can now do funky things like create events that span many days, when you click on a date it shows you the events running on that day including the ones that started on another day. If you’re attending an event or you’ve set up an event, just go to the event page to invite people to the event. Now all I gotta do is add in the access controls so events can be set to be truly public and we’ll be able to invite anyone in the world to public events by email.
The events section of mobile.freakcity.net has been opened too. As has a baby dick for it. And I’ve made it all a bit prettier.
In other news, I was cycling around on Sunday...went right up past Camden on the towpath, was great fun. Past London Zoo and almost to Little Venice. I’ll actually go there sometime soon, but only after I’ve actually remembered my camera this time.
Bought Buffy Season 8 #4 (plus variant). Nice, but needs more filler. There’s never enough meat in comics for me, but it’s still nice to see what the scoobies have been up to since changing the world.
Bumped into someone from work in the shagdar East London chatroom, on Saturday morning which was amusing. Was out at Chunk Friday night, drank too much, ate 3 burgers and staggered home. Then fell asleep on the bus. Go me! So wasn’t really doing very much on Saturday. Tidied a bit and wandered round Woolies. Bleh.
so tired lately. Need to work on sleeping longer I think...
1 month left until I have to pay freakcity’s bill for the next year, so I’ve put the paypal button back on the login page, so if anyone’s feeling flush...just click the button
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Shwing badabada, shwiiing
Decided to investigate rumours that there was going to be a CGI version of Thundercats, so asked the lovely google about it. First link I click on (which claims to be about Thundercats according to the summary info) jumps me right bang smack into the middle of a discussion about The Fountain. Sometimes synchronicity is fun.
Played with some video stuff I did ages ago last night. And poked bits of freakcity to enable google pingback for blogs. And also integrated a first cut of the events system into mobile.freakcity.net - it’s almost as fully functional as its big brother, but not quite.
Still all excited about Babylon 5: The Lost Tales — the CGSociety have part two of a three part series online about the CGI used in TLT — includes some absloutely gorgeous screenshots
Need more sleep. Bah.
Just had a Krispy Kreme donut tho. Which almost makes up for it
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Bloog
Watched The Fountain last night. It’s a beautiful film, stunningly shot, wonderfully scored by Clint Mansell and the Kronos Quartet and featuring Mogwai — outstanding performances from both Rachel Weisz and Hugh Jackman. Originally meant to star Brad Pitt, he quit amid fears that the plot would be too complex for cinemagoers. And it’s pretty complex. Definitely going to have to watch it more than once and see what else I can fathom. As with the original cut of Donnie Darko you’re left with a vague feeling that there’s a key to it all that’s just out of reach and so you’re left thinking about what you’ve just seen and trying to make sense of it. I’d give it 5 stars just for being by Darren Aronofsky but I suspect TJ wouldn’t be as kind as me. Not the kind of film one idly puts on in the background whilst washing up, definitely a visual feast. Some painful moments, watching a man tattoo himself with a fountain pen being one. These are countered by overachingly beautiful imagery of galaxies, the autumn gold of the palette, Rachel Weisz’s beauty in both the role of Izzy and Queen Isabel of Spain and the incredible sets. You’re left with the feeling that you’ve just witnessed a rare thing of beauty whilst you frantically try and work out what the hell just happened. Been looking into the google API and doing more stuff with data here. Going to implement a solution that lets you “ping” google’s blogging service when you write a new blog, which means it’ll instantly be accessible to Google’s archive. Which’ll be optional, of course. Also thinking about changing meta tags per page to more accurately reflect what’s on the page. Almost finished my google gadget. Then Friday I start work on some sooper top secret stuff that’s going to be amazing. Well, I’ll think it’s amazing, you lot’ll just be like “oh”. Sushi for lunch. Mmm. Bought hazelnuts too. Double mmm. Watch how fat I become!
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argh!
I’ve been bitten by really annoying bitey things! I wouldn’t mind, but I’m slightly allergic to them, so I end up with huge lumps everywhere. Plus I couldn’t sleep. Gah! Watched Akira again last night. Had forgotten quite how lovely it is and quite how much film since has been influenced by it, from Revenge of the Sith through to the Matrix. And the motorbike. I wants the motorbike. Apple have released Safari on Windows. Except on Vista64 when I installed it I got no fonts whatsoever. Nothing. Nada. Giggle. Still not very impressed. It may have the fastest rendering time of any other browser, but that’s not what’s important, hasn’t been for a good long while. It’s the speed of the thing when handling DHTML that’s the issue. And its standards compliance. And Safari really isn’t terribly standards compliant, regardless of what Apple claim. Will play here but I’m suspecting a) my google gadget won’t work, b) freakcity won’t quite work and c) gmail won’t work. Well, I just installed it. And again, I have no fonts. Curious. Having played a bit, I’ve discovered that if you look in C:\Program Files\Safari\Safari.resources there’s a couple of fonts. Copy these to c:\windows\fonts on your pc and magically it all works. For some value of work, that is. Safari appears not to support Windows fonts or cleartype, so the fonts are fuzzy (Cleartype is waaaay better than the crappy font renderer that the PDF engine in OSX uses). So I loaded up Freakcity with the “Blank” theme and got a really fucked up font. And loaded up freakcity with the default theme and got NO font at all. This feels more like an alpha to me than a beta. Seriously. Horrible.
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Smiling through the clouds
Random blog title ahoy!
Well. We’re 4 next week. Yay us...
I decided last night that sleep is for the weak, evidently, as I got about an hour’s worth. Some things really suck.
Saturday I bought cables for Novak. Installed them Sunday morning, it seems to be more stable now, which is a good thing. No SMART errors, no random unmounting of partitions, no bad blocks. Goodness
Fucking around with the lovely stuff I built for google gadgets. Have gotten the static HTML version to work but the gadget itself looks at me and says “no”. So I’m cunting sulking until they fucking work. The ONLY reason this is taking so long to do is because I’m trying to do some amazing DHTML to hide the fact our data is practically non-existent. Next time I think I’m just going to make a static gadget that does fuck all and whine about the data instead...
Work Friday. Free Bar. Owwy head for most of Saturday. Bought cables and some more shiny balls as well as an amazingly phallic Tasco portable reflector telescope that’s pretty groovy and looks like a 60s rocketship crossed with an enormous buttplug. You can’t see it in the pic but the business end has a pointy cover too which adds to the excitement. I showed Chris and he suggested I put it in me. The dirty bitch. Heh.
Earlyish night on Saturday on account of being half dead. Then up early on Sunday for the aforementioned cable shuffling exercise. Tried to fit more ram into fire too but failed. Inadvertently broke DNS for freakcity by not remembering that “#” is not how one comments a zone file. Giggle. Life was easier when I had jamesog to hold my hand and point out when I was being retarded. Fire failed to eat any ram whatsoever so I reset it and decided afterwards it was too damn sunny to stay in. Popped to PC world where I discovered to my horror that SDRAM is £50 for 256mb, which is obscene. Biked over to Café Verde for some breakfast and suggested to Justin via the power of IRC that we should cycle down to Hyde Park.
Headed home *burp* and had a quick shower and tidy. Found the charger for my helicopter and plugged it in. It started up, then it started smoking and then I unplugged it. All whilst turned “off”. Bah. I’ll have to dismember it and work out what’s shorting out I think, either that or just consign it to the rubbish bin of life.
Pumped up my tyres a bit and oiled much of my bike. God does it need a clean. Ah well, at least it’s running a lot better 
Headed to Tower to meet Justin, got the guided tour round his office, it’s pretty and fluffy and stuff. Headed on up to CEX on Tott Court Road via the South Bank (STUPID! DON’T EVER CYCLE ALONG THE SOUTH BANK EVER AGAIN ON A SUNNY SATURDAY!) eventually got there to discover that they had no SDRAM either and that Maplin was the same price as PC World. Headed to Green park via Tesco and picnic stuff. Met up with a friend of Justin’s and ate foods.
Justin got the train home, I cycled round a bit more and then went to photograph BMXers on the South Bank. Headed home via the sauna and a lovely jacuzzi that was only slightly spoiled by someone “accidentally” falling onto my cock and then sulking when I told them to go away. Grr. Gays!
Home at a sensible time, eventually fixed DNS after working out what I’d done wrong and hammering the desk with my head a bit. Slept REALLY badly. Bah. Odd dreams an shizz.
Other night I had a dream about having witnessed a burglary in Italy in full Dolby Digital and Panavision. Complete with film noir style characters, unneeded tragedy, death and my old Spanish teacher, who wasn’t my old spanish teacher but my old boss at Opodo with a funny accent. Well, funnier than her native Australian one. We all ended up camping and drowned a bit. My head is in dire need of an outlet for creativity I think.
Last night I wrote a letter in my head and dream
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Argh
The. Crushing. Hangover. Bah.
Works do last night. Ajaz just decided to take the company for a drink coz he was in the mood or something. Mind you, we did just get named the agency of the decade by Revolution magazine, which is kinda cool
Drunken conversations with work people are always bad. Bad bad bad. Bah.
Left the do and got a cab to the Edge where I was meeting a guy called Peter. Bad first impression, I was late and wankered. Mind you, he was pissed too and it wasn’t a shag thing it was mainly a “let’s go get drunker and converse about crap” thing. He just split with his ex and I did too (well, not “just” but not that long ago!) so it was cool. General fluffy feeling that the night was fun but can’t really remember specifics.
Fell asleep on teh buz on the way home so had to walk home from somewhere in the vicinity of Blackwall. Gah!
Oh well.
My “Morrissey, the CD singles 91-95” box set arrived. So now I have various very very cool songs including Alsatian Cousin (Live) and “You’ve had her”. Which I love.
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Last night I dreamt...
I was flicking through old musings of mine and found this:
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Trapped so far from where we should be
Why do we do it? The horror of loneliness? The fear of oneself? Why do we trap ourselves in the known and fear the unknown? Everyone seems to get stuck at some point in their life. It might be a situation, it might be a lost love, it might simply be the joy of youth. You get fixated. You wish for that which is gone to be true again because you truly believe that that was the only time you were happy. Which is WRONG. This denies you the full scope of new possibility. You will only be happy in a different way through the joy of accident. You, who mourns your youth, never thinking that it is in adulthood that we truly become who we are. You who looks back and wishes he could do it all again with what he knows now. STOP. Listen to yourself. Who are you? If you can’t move forward in life then what is the point in living? You who longs for your lost love. Who constantly finds in others remnants of that first spark. Who wants so badly to just go back and do it right. Who regrets what happened and feels sorrow and remorse. Who wonders why it always goes so predictably wrong. STOP. You are damaging yourself. You are damaging every single person you become emotionally attached to. The past is GONE. That person is GONE. You will never have that feeling again, you MUST accept that, because you will never grow past it unless you do. And when you are free of it you will be able to have a relationship with another person, not simply the memory of the one you lost. And then that person will respond and react to you and not feel like an inferior copy of your ex. You, who was hurt so very long ago. Who can’t see other people without seeing their ability to damage you. Who treads an emotional backwater, stilted relationships, never letting anyone in. You, who is incapable of simply knowing people without wearing your pain as a badge. You inconsolable drunken fool trapped in the memory of pain. You, love junkie, believing that sharing your pain with other pain filled love junkies will somehow make the pain go away and the love you feel make you special. You, who wonders why you always get hurt. STOP. Move through the pain. See that people are all unique, different and wonderful. See that you are too, you do not need to wear your pain as a badge, you do not need to wave your scars at others for them to take you seriously. Move away from the pain, realise that pain attracts more pain. Leave it behind, become a whole person. Embrace your wholeness, your uniqueness, it is your gift which you choose to share with those around you. They are blessed by your wisdom and knowledge. Being trapped in a cycle is one thing. Being trapped in a cycle and realising it is quite another. This one goes out to you, chickenhawks, desperately trying to relive the youth you believe was denied you through another. This one goes out to you, chickenhawks, trying to recreate your first love. You say that age doesn’t matter, but you lie. At least realise why you’re doing it. Stopping yourself from damaging yourself is the best thing you can do. This one goes out to you, you’re in your 20s now and dreaming of the better days, when everyone liked you, when you were younger. When you drank and got high. So you go out, drink until you are sick. Wonder why people move away from you. Wake up hurt and wishing it’d be like it used to be. It WON’T ever be like that again. Time has moved on. Time to find a new path. And this one goes out to me. Trapped in a cycle of depression. Only the names change, the situations don’t. So I step outside and begin to live a little...
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These things happen in threes, right?
Decided to cycle the world yesterday, also texted a guy called Dario who I’d chatted to midweek about doing photos for. Bummed about online for a bit and then headed off on my bike to Greenwich. Pretty day, I thought. Best go totty spotting. Either that, see, or join thingbox retards in a sauna in Vauxhall but I didn’t think there would be enough beer in the world for that.
Cycled down to Canary Wharf and then took the Thames footpath round as much as I could, snapping away en route. Was gorgeous weather, not too many cars about on the footpath. Obviously. So many new developments, must must must buy a flat sometime soon. This is getting silly! I have an ISA now so I’ll save like buggery for a couple of years and everything’ll be fine
Foot tunnel was open and both lifts were working, fortunately. Took some pics in it but the ones of me didn’t come out. Took some pics of the remains of the Cutty Sark. Urgh. It looks fucked. Pootled about in Greenwich for a bit, went through the old maritime school thing and ended up in the park. Cycling up that big fucking hill™ isn’t very much fun when you’re 19 stone. Zoomed about the top a bit. Discovered that if you look really carefully you can see our flat from the top. Strapped on my huge zoom lens and took a pic.
Slowly headed back down the hill, trying to discover new bits an stuff. Took some pics of a skater fucking about on his board. Headed back to the Thames path and then cycled round the south bank of the river (SOUTH OF THE RIVER! WHAT WAS I THINKING?!). I managed not to get murdered raped or stabbed and arrived back in London town at a sensible time. Biked round the bit near City hall and took more pics and then headed back to Tower Bridge, over the bridge and then to St Katharine’s Dock. Not been back here in ages, I do love it so. Not too much changed which is good.
Bought lunchy bits in possibly the gayest Watrose ever. So many boy on boy couples. Disturbing. It’s in Wapping, which is where all the journalists live. Maybe there’s something they’re not telling us?
Smiling and happy I skipped* to the dock with a ploughman’s sarny and some OJ — sat on a rock by where I used to eat lunch in the Sourceree days and chilled out a bit. Reached around for my camera to discover a PIGEON HAD SHAT ON IT. £820 worth of pigeon shit covered camera in my hand I seethe back to Waitrose to buy some baby wet wipes and glare at people who get in my way. Gah! I may have to go to St John’s later and have pigeon pie in retaliation.
[s[*OK, more like rolled...]s]
After wiping the camera off very carefully (and being told by a nice but simple man that I couldn’t sit outside the fire escape, what would happen if there was a fire? I suggested that if there was a fire I might move, but he was having none of it).
Back on my bike with my slightly cleaner camera (which I just finished paying for! Yay!) and I head home via the Thames path up to Canary Wharf and then the Limehouse Cut to my flat. No roads
Collapsed for a bit and then headed off to meet Dario. Decided to start the shoot in Poplar park, but it was a bit busy so ended up in a corner by a shed out of sight. Was looking for big graffiti but it’d all been painted over apart from the shed. Still, Dario’s amazingly good looking/muscular/has cool tattoos and seemed to be up for any ideas I had regarding pics. So we started in the corner between two sheds and then proceeded to the walkway over Poplar station, which I managed to make look sexy. Or Dario did. One of the two. There were too many people around tho, which was a pain. So we decided to head back to mine and do some indoor shots as well.
TJ and him had apparently chatted before, so they said their hellos and I set up stuff to do some portrait style pics. I forgot to use my new backgrounds tho. Bah.
Dario headed off at about 10, I watched a bit of voyager and then chatted to Danny a bit online. Apparently he’d not been ignoring me but had b
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[f[James Marsters at the Union Chapel, Islington. 4th May]f]
OK, so we’re Buffy fans, here at freakcity towers. Not huge lets-buy-tshirts-and-campaign-for-lesbian-witch-rights kinda mad fans, but still, we appreciate good writing, acting and the like. So we had heard of James Marsters (who played Spike in Buffy and Angel) and his band and were intrigued, but not overly taken with the idea of yet another actor-cum-musician bravely striking out into the world of pop. However, when given the chance to go see him performing an acoustic set at Islington’s very lovely Union Chapel, we thought what the hell, let’s go see.
The place is amazing. It is, as you’d imagine, a chapel. Dating back to 1877 the design is full on gothic majesty. Coupled with a half decent lighting set up and a pretty fine sound system, this makes for a memorable venue unlike most of the dingy holes London bands end up inhabiting.
Support came on in the form of Dan Akio (www.myspace.com/danielsherwood) again, an acoustic set intercut with humourous quips
“This time last week I was in a bar playing to seven people who didn’t give a shit. This is nice!”
The place was packed, lots of people buying merchandise, lots of people wearing James Marsters tshirts, a generally good atmosphere.
James himself arrived on stage to be greeted by cheers from the crowd. “It’s wonderful to be here in the house of the lord” he drawled in a marvellous fake southern accent as he slipped into his first number.
He’s not the best singer in the world, took a while to warm up and hit the right notes. Nor is he the best guitarist in the world, but his songs were his own, they had character and he demonstrated aptly that he can play the part of showman and knows what the audience wants. Although we got the impression that the audience didn’t really just want the songs
His music had a thoughtful feel to it, it’s obvious that the lyrics mean something to him, in parts he was a bit Dylan, in parts a bit Bowie. He commanded the stage with a confidence we weren’t expecting, it was equally obvious that this was his love, performing his songs to a crowd. He’d introduce the numbers, talk a little about what some of them were about, chat to the audience a bit. He definitely seemed in his element. Some songs were rocky, he cheated a bit, having an overdrive pedal plugged into his acoustic. Some were almost country and western. The crowd loved him. And by the time it came for him to do an encore they were throwing fluffy toys and jewellery and cheering. Overall, worth seeing. Not convinced we’d buy the album, but we’d certainly give it a listen if one of our mad tshirt buying fan friends happened to have it.
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sun! A week fucking late!
The helicopters are overhead and the sun is shining out from its home in the celestial celeste thing. Shiny suns make us good. I’m going to go out today and troll around Greenwich park with my camera I think as it’s the weather for it.
Went zooming around canals yesterday. Cycling through nettles in flipflops is not the best idea I’ve ever had but it was fun. Found a way to Stratford almost entirely without cars so was pretty happy about that. Took some photos of my favourite spot in London. I love sitting under rail bridges and this one has the added bonus of being really low down over the canal. Can sit in the shade and eat and drink and contemplate the world. Which is pretty much what I did yesterday lunch.
Popped to Maplin to buy some coolers for Dom’s ÜberPC that I’m building him. Going to try out my new bargain chips tonight, see if they work. Also am doing photos for a very very very very very good looking man this evening too, so that’ll be fun. Something decent for the portfolio
Friday evening was messy. Went to meet Owen after work and chilled out in the sun and chatted some. Sunin mentioned he was at Retro so we headed down there to see him and James before they ran off.
Eventually met up with Freddie too and then decided we’d go to Ghetto as it’s lovely and alternative and might be fun for him. LITTLE DID WE KNOW.
Good GOD has that place gone downhill. IT used to be alternative, filled with a young vibrant crowd, piercings, funky hair, cool clothes. We got down there and I think we could have been justified mistaking it for a hen party. And the men there were pretty darn vile. Apart from Miss Monson who turned up somewhere towards the end and possibly talked to me. I’m not quite sure as I was a leeetle drunken.
I think I broke Freddie a bit. We had to get off the bus on the way back as he was scared he’d throw up. Heh.
I’m such a hardcore drinker. I rock!
And now, for your delectation, a small surprise. Here’s my review of James Marsters when he played London last month, it was too old to get included in Londonist and I’ve already written it, so why not?
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randomness
camping
Well. It was wet. It was cloudy. It was windy. Our tents blew away. Fruitbat got to be smug inside his double glazed centrally heated motorhome. We played 2p drops. We made a fire inside the gaysbo without setting fire to it. We watched as the wind tore it down again 24 hours later. We had absolutely appalling curry. We watched people surf. I bought a radio controlled helicopter and learned how to fly it into other people’s tents/hedges/cars. We discovered that minibuses aren’t very comfortable to sleep in and mostly I worked out that I should have spent more than £25 on a tent. Yarg.
This week has flown by. Got back a day early from camping as we couldn’t bear the rain any longer. Mum made us brekkie and dried us off a bit, we stopped in some services or other and ate crappy food. Justin was less exciteable about doing 100 when it was raining rather heavily* than he was on the way up. Possibly a good thing.
We had to abandon my lovely barbecue because there just wasn’t enough space in the car coming back. The gaysbo was simply far far too big. Bah.
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Other shit
Chilled out at home most of Tuesday. Failed to a) buy a CPU cooler or b) fit one. Popped out to the sauna Tues afternoon. Yep, it’s still shit. Every time I go I decide it’ll be the last time and yet I still do it. WHY? — popped into Retro on the way back as I fancied more torture. Quentin was there for some reason (didn’t I attend your leaving England do a few months back?) as were some of the other gaymos. Had considerable to drink, to quote an old Centauri. For some obscene reason decided that karaoke at the Swan was the way forward. Sang very very badly. Why oh why did I think I might be able to pull off “Right Here Waiting”? I think I’m turning emo. Lloyd rescued me and took me home, where I predictably put food on to cook and promptly passed out. Just this one last month and then I’ll give it all up again.
Work Wednesday was frantic. I got in late but ended up working late anyways. It was pre release madness, the release being scheduled for 1am Thursday morning. Big release too, lots of new stuff going into the site. Was my job to make sure the deployment stuff was all ok as I was one of the two doing the release. Got everything done fine by about 8pm and then headed home to meet Sunin and James (who I will attack until he joins ). Had chinese paid for by the power of expenses.
My cab back to work ("I’ll cycle" “the client’s paying for it” "oh, ok, I’ll get a cab") was going past the Swan anyways, so gave the gaggle of gays a lift there on my way past.
Deployment went smoothly, which was good as it was my first downtime one and I was driving. Finished by about 2:30am and then home in another cab to find drunkengays™ rolling around my carpet.
I think that Sunin and James somehow managed to pack an entire shop’s worth of clothes. My livingroom looks like a changing room. Scary.
I’m unsure as to whether or not TJ will ever get drunk with sunin/James/perverts again
Bumbled about Thursday morning feeling half deid. Still managed to wake up at 8, even though I’d gone to bed at 4. Blergh. Arranged to meet Miles at Euston at 1, perverts in tow...wandered to the eXchange bar in chinatown for pizza and a drink for £5.50 — one of the better kept secrets of weekday lunchtimes
Chatted lots. He’s moving back to London and is going to live with his boyfriend which is so sweet. Guess I’m getting used to being single again as I didn’t want to stab him or anything for talking about his relationship. Maybe I’m growing as a person? *cough*
Last week I discovered that sometimes it sucks being vaguely empathic when in an STD clinic. Was having my post relationship checkups an stuff and am guessing the guy before me found out something he didn’t want to find out...felt horrible. I was fine tho, my first time on my own. Didn’t<