Area 136

I know this has been blogged before, but as it was quite a while ago and I have just rediscovered it on youtoooob I thought I'd put it up again. Oooo er.

From the golden age of childrens television obviously.

I am sooooooooo tired.

Sarah is sitting on the sofa with Moff, and Moff is trying to get Sarah set up in some on line game world especially for 8 to 15 year olds. It is not a sit down and play type thing, oh no. They (or rather Moff) has been reading chapter after chapter of stuff about abilities and attributes and race types that Sarah could be and frankly everyone in the house has gone nuts.

Sarah has distracted herself by drawing a picture of her character as Moff has described it because after over an hour of bollocks and arsing around they are no nearer actually playing.

Sarahs character will, at some point GOD WILLING have a talking horse and a talking Dog and be an adventurer and yadda yadda yadda.

But I am afraid big bad daddy is going to have to put an end to this soon and put Sarah to bed, (non)game or no (non)game.

Then I think I will lapse into a death like coma.

Tomorrow we have to take them Ice Skating. I will of course be watching as sitting on my arse on sheet ice while people laugh and point is not my idea of fun.

Is messing with the people who leave early.

What you do is when they go, get some spare labels and fill them in in their name.

Then you stick them to random shit and see if the office movers take them.

I have just stuck one on a truley naff inspirational picture of a tiger that hangs near my desk. It says "CHANGE - There are only two types of companies: The Quick, and the Dead"

Major suckage.

I just hope the guy I have "given" it to likes it.

hehehehehehe

Well My line manager got his I-Phone. I had to laugh at him because not only does he already have an I-touch music thingey (so basically he has just got the same bloody thing with a phone in it) it took him an hour to get it!

Yes he did reserve it and skip the que, but it was when he sat down and they did a credit check that it all went wrong.

Because ALL the phone shops in the area are doing the same thing. And so the system kept timing out due to being overloaded. So it took him no time at all to get the phone thingey but an hour to pay for it!

In mollys last night having a small drinkette with Glasgow Steve (who is fine, by the way)

And it was my turn at the bar. So I go up to said portal of liquid exchange and place my order. Standing at the end of the bar was one of the owners of mollys who I will call “Stoneface”

Stoneface is in his early fifties, gay, stick thin with a shaved head and very angular features. His eyes are very dark and look very cruel. He basically looks like a hard bastard. I have seen him look at people who don’t behave properly or are annoying other customers and say quietly “fuck off out of my pub now. Before I put you on your back” and trust me, they do. No arguments.

He was (very surprisingly) singing along to a song on the pub CD player, but with the same cold dead expression on his face that he always has. The lyrics were along the lines of “I have always loved you” but he was singing “I have always loved me” totally deadpan.

I glanced at him and equally deadpan said:

“Really, can’t say I noticed that”

“No?” he said giving me the look

“And I thought you were an observant young fella”

“Well I am blind in one eye” I said with a faint smile.

“Really? Which one”

I pointed casually to my groin and said

“That one.”

And ya know what, as much as the Stonefaced bastard tried, he couldn’t hide the smile he was biting back on.

An hour of work - no blogging or arsing around on gmail (which should be easy as all the people I normally talk to are busy or going places.

Then some blogging.

Then some ripping up or shredding of paper.

Then some stuffing crap into my desk pedestal.

Then saying "Right I'm packed ready for the move"

Then loafing and surfing. If of course I remember not to pack my mouse till the last minute, you can't trust the movers with your mouse - they have a nasty habit of breaking them.

See ya later.

At 07.35 this morning I saw a strange site. Lines of people queuing up outside phone shops. What the hell for? The new I-Phone.

Oh for Christ’s sake!

You stand in a line for an hour or so for the possibility of getting something that will be all over the place in a few months time, and for why?

“Look what I have and you don’t! How cool am I!?”

Hmmmmmmmm.

I have never been an “Early adopter” of any techy gadget thing really. I would rather wait till prices come down, bugs are ironed out and the special offers start. Wait to see how good something really is and if anyone else will bring out something the same but a bit better. Or something.

Ho well, as long as they are happy.

My line manger has just left the office to go and (try) to pick his one up from one of the three shops he reserved one at.

Eeejit.