OMG! Just one of my all time favourite science-fiction books turned into a movie.....IMDb Video: I Am Legend....nice one, hopefully.

Very quickly....the news is that the children, now full of sausages and ginger biscuits are happily wrestling on the sofa and communicating with each other in their strange third lanquage...but the really big news is (as I learnt from Vice magazine) is that the Cult have released a new album. Yeah, yeaaaaahhh. As Ian Asbury would say.

In a famous allegory, Tolkien compared the author of "Beowulf" to a man who, inheriting a field full of ancient stones, used them to build a tower. His friends, recognizing that the stones had belonged to a more ancient building, tore down the tower "in order to look for hidden carvings and inscriptions." What they did not realize, Tolkien ends, was that "from the top of that tower the man had been able to look out upon the sea." more...

Definition of Dangerous Wild Animals

Here's a link about the classification of dangerous animals, from Elmbridge County Council which they believe should be considered by DEFRA.., they've introduced an equation which is expressed as "ferocity x armament", which is very scientific. They must surely be taking the piss (in a most excellent way) when they give an example of "sloths or capybaras which, although equipped with big claws and large teeth, will never attack people unless they try to pick them up"... Definition of Dangerous Wild Animals: "ferocity".

Aside from that: I'm back, for the time being, but going slightly odd from paint fumes.

The skinny is that we're moving house...lock, stock and barrel, and children as well. As a hoarder of several years standing I have numerous bags of assorted filth, bed grit and chicken smeg to move. Lovely chubbly.

There's no immediate connection at the other end, which means this sadly neglected blog will become even more neglected for a while longer. Chop chop.

Note to self: shootings.

Launched the new website after putting in some serious hours over the last few weeks. The day of the launch was a 12 hour day but the launch itself was rather anti-climatic. just waiting to see if that link to 'Thai girls with big cocks' managed to remain undeleted in the html.

yawn. gosh, I seem to have soiled myself.

Posting on the blogspot dashboard about the 'storm' virus which managed to hijack peoples blogs, leaving links which, if the clinically thick clicked on them, would infect their computer. I've had a load of the same 'storm' emails sent to my account at work, notable for their, according to the bbc, cleverly crafted emails. I wonder if, in the future, as we give more and more personal information away on our social networking sites and wotnot, that we will get more personally crafted emails...for example, 'Dude, what were you thinking of' will certainly not get my attention but something along the lines of 'John, you left the gas on...click here for film of your house burning to the ground' would pipe straight into my anxieties and get me clicking on that infected link faster than you can say 'Trojan Horse, yes please'.

Off to see the Borne Ultimatum this evening, with my chum W. Should be good, first night no less, so expect lots of Borne enthusiasts. Which will either be lots of muscle bound young men or very, very geeky pale people.

For those of you who care, Reynolds new book 'The Prefect' is set in the Glitter Band before the melding plague. Excellent. It also has a great scene which totally captures the feeling that you get when someone says to you 'that last page update you did? I think you actually managed to delete our website'.

aacch, as we Scots like to say. That was a nasty few hours of packing up the remaining crap from the outer storage room (more like the outer fucking limits) into the nice boxes supplied to us by the moving firm. Now its the inner space's turn, as our attention turns to the jungle of wires, obsolete electronics, state of the art consoles, two years worth of new scientists, shares, bank statements, simpsons memorabilia, eldritch war boots and panties that is the storage room. Inner sanctum, my arse - exactly.

Sanctum, was incidently, a comic yarn which I read a few weeks ago. Not bad, but a little disjointed, mind you though, the art work was good.

tired now, must sleep and read some more A. Reynolds latest (The Prefect) before I catch some zzzzz's.

When a day you know is Monday starts off sounding like a Thursday afternoon then you know, somewhere, something has gone horribly wrong. Apologies to Mr Wyndham (or was it Doctor, probably, and in the medical sense I expect).
My good friend J wondered what had happened to the blog (I'm guessing the general lack of activity and, perhaps, the rather distressingly bland template)so I felt moved to add something...
An update - I'm currently working my arse off in the run up to working half time or so. Which, in effect, will probably mean I end of working some very very long days. The good news is that the website launch is going pretty well, it will be vanilla rather than chunky monkey, but tasty nonetheless.

Reading: Just actually finished 'Black Man' by the god of the sci fi action thriller that is Richard Morgan. Brilliant. Just decided to bin reading Romanitas (which, thinking about it, sounds like a medical condition) by Sophia Mcdougall which is pants, though a good idea (roman empire never collapsed and now, in the present day, occupies most of the planet). Finished Transcendent by Stephen Baxter, okay I suppose -whats next I wonder, Effervescent?

Playing: Oblivion, which is so fucking huge its just ridiculous and FEAR, which is actually way to scary. What a sad sack I am.

Moving: Well, I started packing carefully. Selecting items which should be sent to the dump, or stuff which it would be handy to have on the first few days of the move, and then carefully labelling boxes. After about five minutes of that I had resorted to tipping the same draw fulls of crap I've been moving around now for the last 10 years into boxes, once again, without sorting them. I'm sure I'm still carrying around front door keys for the first student house I lived in.

Annoyed: The pain in my shoulder which has come back to say hello, just as my pull up regime was hitting its stride. This was caused by a cheeky undercling on a gnarly 5b (english) problem.

WELL...managed to fuck that up nicely. SUCK! as we say in Swedish, I'll get back to this....Big Sweaty Bollock.

Watched: Hot Fuzz, lovely.
Listening: Ane Brun, sublime.

Messing around with the Google maps API to see how easy it is to use in the university website. Answer: Very. If a monkey like me can get into their blog in about, oooohh, all of twenty minutes then I imagine my resident java experts and wotnot will have no trouble at all.

Sick joke of the day: This popped into my head earlier. Actually, no, it's just too nasty.

Sensations: It's very hot in my office. Southfacing, no air conditioning. 5 metre high windows. Very sticky.

36 years wiser and writing some words, though not many mind, just to stop the blog from completely drying up...it's that time of year when a young man's thoughts turn to the holiday season, his sap begins to rise and he thinks of things other than the impending launch of a new website which he is pretty much single handedly responsible for. How an earth did that happen? Hornblower! Man the pumps!

Just watched Metallica on Live Earth, fucking excellent!

The dashboard (still in Swedish) tells me that its been weeks since I blogged. If you're actually reading this then it means that you cared enough to come and see if anything had changed, for which I thank you....I also worry that maybe you need to fill your life with some, perhaps rather more interesting things to do. Perhaps the sock draw needs to be organised, or that ant hill at the bottom of the garden needs attending to (you know, the one which glows that sickly yellow colour at night and which makes strange booming noises).

Loads happened at work today but because my colleagues are very switched web people I don't dare talk about lest I be discovered and summarily executed.

Its midsummer tomorrow which means dancing around the ringed tree and singing about frogs, I kid you not.

Ultravox New Europeans lyrics funny how wrong you can be, for bloody years (well, in fact since 1980) I thought old Midge sung "put up your chilling tendrils, his senses slip away" - which clearly makes little sense when in fact he sang "Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away", which makes a lot more sense. In a similar vein, I always thought titch sung, in Vienna "a man, and a duck, in a picture frame, so mystical and soulful", which as a bad poetry writing teenager I thought was, like, wow, really deep maaaan. I probably would have figured this one out a lot earlier had it not been for a picture in a student house which had, curiously, a man, a duck, and rather obviously, a picture frame. This was, for me, certain confirmation of my belief. Sadly, I was wrong. He actually sings "a man, in the dark, in a picture frame". Oh, and while we're on the subject he also did not sing "Please remember to mention me, in case you leave me behind" (on the track 'All stood still') but "in tapes you leave behind"...I think my version is rather better, actually.

Where would we be without t'internet, eh?

What can I say, probably too much. A stonking 10 day followed by a few glasses of wine and most of the first season, and some of the second, of Spaced makes me far too maudlin. So I'm going to go to bed, first removing my contact lens, prosthetic arms and trouser press.

lovely chubs.

The instrument panel for my blog has turned, annoyingly, over to using Swedish rather than Her Majesties English, which is fucking useful, isn't it. It was the same with my iPod, simply because the pc is running in Swedish it assumes that it should run in Swedish too...anyway, back to work tommorrow after two days of holiday grafted onto a weekend. Thursday was whitsun, you see, which made friday a 'clämdag'(i.e. a day falling between a public holiday and a weekend)and thus it became a holiday too.

I would blog more but a nice cup of tea calls.


Todays amusing link: Rate your students

Incident of the day: Upending a load of porridge powder on the floor. E immediately grabbed handfulls of it and proceeding to stuff them in his mouth, where the powder became a strange dough like substance which stuck to his face and mouth like glue. Lovely.

Two days of giving seminars, all well and good but it distracts me from my job which is a little annoying as the clock is ticking (i.e. whole new content for the website to deliver, and only 10 months left to it.). Maybe I shouldn't complain, 'Rome was built in a day', as they say.

And now I remember the useless bollocks which I want to share. Ipod conversations. Not talking to your ipod but rather the wierd conversations it has when you scroll down through song titles. All you have to do is create two personas, give each alternate song titles and then enjoy a strange, cryptic and, at times, affecting conversation. No cheating, you can't move, or omit songs. For example:

on the street corner...

Dude 1: Ain't my bitch
Dude 2: Ain't no right
Dude 1: Ain't that unusual?

the brief encounter...

Dude 1: Do anything you want to
Dude 2: Do I know you?

the truth hurts...

Dude 1: Has my fire really gone out?
Dude 2: Hate to say I told you so

the uncharitable...

Dude 1: Help the aged
Dude 2: Help yourself

the wierd...

Dude 1: I'm a chump
Dude 2: I'm a man
Dude 1: I'm amazed
Dude 2: I'm leaving now

the come on..

Dude 1: I'm partial to your abracadabra
Dude 2: I'm the only gay eskimo

the point scoring...

Dude 1: I don't like drugs
Dude 2: I don't play piano

and the saddest breakup...

Dude 1: I just called to say I love you
Dude 2: I just don't know what to do with myself
Dude 1: I just want to have something to do
Dude 2: I know it's over
Dude 1: I like you

and the odd...

Dude 1: I wanna be adored
Dude 2: I wanna be sedated

and the sex scene...

Dude 1: It's right in front of you
Dude 2: It's true that we love one another
Dude 1: It's up to you
Dude 2: It ain't gonna work
Dude 1: It can't come quickly enough
Dude 2: It feels good
Dude 1: It must be love

and the forgetful...

Dude 1: Where's Captain Kirk
Dude 2: Where's me jumper
Dude 1: Where is my mind?

and the put down...

Dude 1: You look so fine
Dude 2: You need hands

And to think I could have used the last five minutes to meaningfully improve my life. Suck. ('sigh', in Swedish)

A capital place for panic attacks | Review | The Observer

A capital place for panic attacks Review The Observer: "Red-eyed, rage-fuelled monsters; flesh-ripping special effects; murderous military interventions; helicopter-powered mass decapitations "...can't wait!!

YouTube - Danger 50,000 Volts: Zombies-Staring Nick Frost(Hot Fuzz)

YouTube - Danger 50,000 Volts: Zombies-Staring Nick Frost(Hot Fuzz)...must check this out when I have time, just about to settle down and watch 'Black Dahlia', against my better judgement.

Word of the day: bicekorv (Swedish), the English translation being, literally, 'poo sausage'. As in, "who left this poo sausage on the bathroom floor?"

UN scientists warn time is running out to tackle global warming | Climate change | Guardian Unlimited Environment

UN scientists warn time is running out to tackle global warming Climate change Guardian Unlimited Environment: "unrestrained greenhouse gas emissions could drive global temperatures up as much as 6C by 2100, triggering a surge in ocean levels, destruction of vast numbers of species, economic devastation in tropical zones and mass human migrations."

lovely.

Howtopedia - simple technologies, simply shared

sweet and simple: Howtopedia - simple technologies, simply shared

World Without Oil :: Document Your Life In The New Reality

Kinda interesting, an alternate reality game trying to create real world action (read as, knit your own yoghurt version of second life)...World Without Oil :: Document Your Life In The New Reality

Argh, what to say...it was Valborg over the weekend (the end of winter celebrations) which meant a good pagan burn up on the beach with lashings of sausages, lovely. As it's Sweden, a sing song was essential..stuff about good riddance to winter, a welcome to the summer and where's the sausages, or something. Speaking of sausages, it's sausage club tomorrow morning at work. Which is always nice.

Reading: Charles Stross, Jennifer Morgue.
Trying to avoid: Spending much money this month as I want to be able to buy a '360 at the end of the month with clear consience. 'Daddy, I'm hungry'. 'Quiet son, I'm playing Oblivion'.
Pleased with: Coming 6th in the 10K I did over the weekend (47 minutes and change), the starting line was about 50 people so that was a reasonably respectable position and time - particularly as my training began two weeks ago and consisted of precisely two runs outside...and I wonder why I had a blister the size of Britain on my foot. And I can never remember that Second Skin, the spray on bandage, used to hurt as much as it did when I treated my aforementioned injury with Spray on Acid, which is probably what it actually said on the can. Next race in about a months time, another 10K, the aim is to get 45 minutes. We'll see.

YouTube - Will It Blend? - Marbles

The latest addition to this wonderful collection is an ipod - it's basically reduced to dust, as most ot the things are in this nutty testament to the power of blenders. YouTube - Will It Blend? - Marbles. Just been running on the beach, then tried a body hack I learnt from Wired magazine - reducing the temperature of my blood by plunging my hands into cold water immediately after I stopped training. On the basis of an n of one, with no control groups of any kind, it actually seemed to have some kind of effect - I stopped sweating quicker and I think my pulse came down faster. cool.

Donnie Darko (2001)

Theres only a few films that I cannot watch again, for all the right reasons. Donnie Darko (2001) is among their number, as is Brazil, K-Pax, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's nest and possibly the Seventh Seal (which my father suggested I watch as a 15 year old, I mark that evening as the official end of my childhood). These films are obviously not bad, its just that - for example with Donnie Darko, K-Pax or OFOTCN I cannot get through them without blubbing horribly and having to spend the next day basically moping (as they like to say on the continant). The last few minutes of Donnie Darko will stick with me forever and I don't really want to go back to them again. Yes, the film would be just as affecting but I don't want to spoil that connection that the combination of acting, direction and writing managed to make on that perfect evening when I watched it. You don't have to me much of an armchair pyschologist to spot the obvious themes running through these movies. However, I have no desire to see, for example, Water World, The Postman or Dances with Wolves again simply because they all have Kevin Kostner in them.

Speaking of Indians and stuff, I find it a bit wierd that E came home from daycare the other day brandishing the bow he'd made as part of the Red Indian theme they had had that day. Sure daycare is important for equiping him with social skills and such, but do they really have to arm him as well? Next he'll be stripping AK-47s blindfolded.

About to Listen to: Steaming Wolf Penis.

And finally, Swedish authorities objected to a couple (in Sweden) trying to call their baby Metallica. Which is a shame. I mean, c'mon, they could have been trying for Lawn Mower Death or King Crimson.

Don't Tell Your Parents: Schools Embrace MySpace -

More social networking wimsy..Don't Tell Your Parents: Schools Embrace MySpace -

The top audiobooks on Podioboks.com

I seem to be so busy these days (partly because I have entered the world of proper, grownup work) that I barely have time to shit, never mind sit around and actually read (other than the 10 minute commute to work, and the 6 minute commute to never never land) so this may provide somewhat of a solution.....The top audiobooks on Podioboks.com...now I can listen to 3rd rate authors when I'm in the gym, wrestling with the children or stalking the locals. Groovy.

One of the nice things about my work is that part of it means keeping an eye of things cool in the internet world....it intrigues me that most of my customers will not even consider using our website to find out about the quality of the education we offer, or what other students have said, but will instead turn to social networking sites instead. The Trust Barometer supports this notion, with the comment '"Person like yourself or peer" is seen as the most credible spokeperson about a company...'. I also like the fact that they refer to Europe as the skeptical continent (a little shaky geographical, but I know what they mean) with trust in business registered at 'dismally low levels'.

Did you know: Many legitimate findings from the IPCC scientists were frozen out of the IPCC report, according to the New Scientist, because the peer review process was so rigorous that research deemed controversial, not fully quantified or not yet incorporated into climate models was excluded. Such research findings include the physical collapse of the greenland icesheet, a shut down of the gulf stream and the release of green house gases from melting permafrost. One of the interesting things about the IPCC report preparation was the time spent arguing over whether it was 'extremely likely' or just 'likely' that humans were to blame for global warming, unusally the Brits wanted the go the 'extreme' route but the chinese and saudi's wanted it to be 'likely'. The eventual compromise was, wait for it, 'very likely'.

Reading: Just got my hands to two Charles Stross books - one scifi the other concerning his Cthulhuloid special agent. Excellent.

Watching: Casino Royale (7.5 out of 10), and about to watch the The Devil's Backbone, in preparation for watching Pan's Labyrinth.

Hurting: My feet, as I'm halfway through the preparation for a 10k race next weekend. That's right, my training period is a carefully thoughout and well planned (not) two weeks.

Websurdity » Blog Archive » Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job?

Websurdity » Blog Archive » Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job?: "Uncomfortable Questions: Was the Death Star Attack an Inside Job?".....most excellent satire.

And yes, my act is slowly getting back together. Things I did recently: ran some, ate some carrot cake, narrowly avoiding going down the road of burn out at work (by realising that I could not do everything by, like, next tuesday).

Guardian Unlimited: Arts blog - TV & radio: South Park 'kills the Queen'

Proof that people need to get out more, when we the popular press (or at least some sections of it) gets upset by this....Guardian Unlimited: Arts blog - TV & radio: South Park 'kills the Queen'

Yeah, the blogs not dead - - it just smells that way.

The Comic Book Periodic Table of the Elements

So busy, that I have barely enough time to shit, but heres some geekish tomfoolery The Comic Book Periodic Table of the Elements.

I had some pints today, with my new work colleagues. In an English pub like establishment. This makes me happy.

Me and the boy took a spin around the Science Fiction Convention the other day. Most excellent, a rather polite member of the Nordic Garrison, 501st Legion (Vaders Fist) held the door open for us (a regular storm trooper, though -aside from Lord Vader himself - there was a couple of biker scouts, sand troopers and snow troopers). Incidently, check this biker scout out (from Carolina, where clearly the standards for clone's eating habits have lapsed a little, good on you though mate.).

Lance Henrikson, good bloke. Stood with the unwashed to watch a trailer for his latest movie, I was rubbing shoulders with him. I'll never wash my eyes again.

www.Propworld.nu

Its that time of year again:http://www.propworld.nu/...which means the Malmö Mässan Science Fiction Convention is once again underway. Amongst this years grumpy B list actors ("Malmö, where the fucks that?" "Its somewhere near Austria sir, and it's a contractual obligation") is none other than Lance Henriksen who, if memory serves (and I can't be arsed to open another window) has been slain by both Predator and Alien (or at least dismembered by such). He's also been detonated by the muscles from Brussels. I will go this year I think, and purchase fine geeky things such as comics and videos. I may even purchase a large rubber helmet.

I was at a workshop all day today, about writing content for the web (and if this blog is anything to go by, I certainly needed it. But, then again, I get paid to write at work, here I just write as a cleaner alternative to a dirty protest). It was very good, lots of ideas. Cool.

Reading: Ultimate Spiderman, Ultimate Fantastic 4. And some Ian M. Banks. Again.
Listening: Bad Brains.
Thinking about: The horror. The horror.

Steven Seagal

Steven Seagal: "His deep spiritual roots are an integral part of his movies, his music, his martial arts expertise and his genuine
love and care for others."
...this is the great mans music, I must check out his 'critically acclaimed album' Mojo Priest.

Job going well thus far. I am speaking Swedish, a lot. Therefore my brain is custard.

Hot Fuzz | Reviews | Guardian Unlimited Film

Hot Fuzz Reviews Guardian Unlimited Film: "There are funny moments all the way through, particularly among the abysmal Sandford coppers, such as Bill Bailey's morose custody sergeant who does nothing but read Iain Banks novels. "...genius.

Guardian Unlimited | Comment is free | Libby Brooks: It's not enough to say we should listen to children

Guardian Unlimited Comment is free Libby Brooks: It's not enough to say we should listen to children: "Having children is now increasingly seen as a lifestyle choice. And there is no sense from government that having children could be socially rather than economically useful. "...a while ago I followed the debate regarding paid parent leave for fathers in the youK, there was lots of comments about children being a lifestyle choice and almost zero discussion regarding contribution to society etc. dunno what I'm trying to say exactly, but I expect it was earnestly meant.

Last day at the factory tomorrow, and it was the last chance to say goodnight to the nightshift this evening - good lads.

As K pointed out recently our son is like James Bond i.e. Charming, manipulative and violent. I added to this that he's also British (or at least half british).

Reading: Druss - Death Stalker, but in Swedish. (adding the words 'axe', 'chop' and 'behead' to my lexicon. Useful if I ever become a brain surgeon, or something).

» Banned Xbox 360 Ad: Best Ad Ever! » InsideMicrosoft - part of the Blog News Channel

» Banned Xbox 360 Ad: Best Ad Ever! » InsideMicrosoft - part of the Blog News Channel...bringing back memories of spaced....

FLY GUY

Jebus! 3 years in sweden - how the hell did that happen. I will compose more thoughts on this, but in the mean time heres the first link I ever blogged, the lovely lovely FLY GUY. (you really need sound for this to be totally pleasant).

An explosion of disbelief - fresh doubts over 9/11 | the Daily Mail

An explosion of disbelief - fresh doubts over 9/11 the Daily Mail: "He was interrupted a few minutes later by a whispered message in his ear from an aide that a second aircraft had hit the Twin Towers.
The President's face, captured by photographers at the school, remained completely passive. He showed no sign of emotion. "....no surprise there, he's a fucking monkey, remember?

Daily Mail - championing the truth, as always.

I got the job. Well happy, I put loads of effort into the interview and assignment they set me so, finally, it feels so good to get a positive result. And break the chain of unlucky second interviews I've had over the last year. So next up, escape the factory using the escape tunnel, drug the dogs patrolling the perimeter and get the resistance to smuggle me over the border to the land of n0rmal working hours and clean offices.

The same day I watched Al Gore's An Inconvient Truth, we also get to read this, the IPCC's latest report. What to say? Can we get past the seeming inability to join the dots? I really hope so.

Fossil fuel and land use behind CO2 rise | Climate change | Guardian Unlimited Environment

Fossil fuel and land use behind CO2 rise Climate change Guardian Unlimited Environment...told you so.

Randi and 800 Other Amazing Skeptics: BLOG: SciAm Observations

Randi and 800 Other Amazing Skeptics: BLOG: SciAm Observations: excellent stuff, read it when I have time...

The Cleverest.com

The Cleverest.com....some rather amusing things...

What can I say...usual bonding games at work which can involve anything from walking up to someone, farting silently (then walking away), a passing tickle or, rather cosily, a quick squeeze of whatever part of the anatomy presents itself. Very odd. Reserved swedes, I think not.

Waiting for: Interview on thursday morning.
Reading: Mainly about insect sex in Perdido Street Station.

YouTube - Johnny Vegas On Top Gear

YouTube - Johnny Vegas On Top Gear...Vegas:" I'd like a people carrier" Clarkson: "People carriers are for people who have given up" Vegas "look at me!".

Ahh, another weekend swings into a close (which makes no sense whatsever)...I'd love to write more but, as its coming up to my bedtime i.e. 2100, I need to catch some zs. Today was most excellent at work, id card stopped working meaning I shivered in sub zeros temperatures outside the factory until someone let me in. Good part was part of the glass machine going mad and, before anyone could stop it, smashing loads of glass in a really impressive way...all the recruitment company boys looked on and laughed as the production line boss tried to stop the machine. excellent.

Välkommen till Malmös nya stadslopp! Swedbank Malmö 10 KM - Lördag 16 juni 2007

Välkommen till Malmös nya stadslopp! Swedbank Malmö 10 KM - Lördag 16 juni 2007

So thats that then, the post dangerous period of time for the human race since Hiroshima...

read more here...

BBC NEWS | Europe | Severe storms hit southern Sweden...the photograph accompanying this article is of the seafront a few seconds walk from where we live, rather stupidly - though the storm was dying down - I took E out to see the sea. Fortunately his screams of terror, as a result of the howling wind and thunder of buildings being torn to bits, did not attract the police and I was able to get him home safely.

The spam I get in my hotmail account has increasingly strange titles, which actually warms me towards the people sending them. I've had the usual banal stuff of 'our date tonight' but also the rather cheerful 'meet greet with small meat' and the surreal 'unwillingly frantic jacobite'.

Knackered. My throat hurts. Which is probably the onset of glass workers lung, or something. On a brighter note, the interview went really well but in my innocence I did not expect there to be a second one - so we'll see if I get invited to that, but I have to wait a week or so...

Pleased with: Bold step of removing clips from bike and suddenly being able to bunny hop and sidehop better than before. Bike now almost completely trashed.

Jobs I have done....paper boy. Grocer. Pizza chef. Production line monkey. Night club security. Government Researcher. Company Director. Communications Officer. Production line monkey. i.e. if there's any symmetry to my career I should dig out my apron. Shifted fucking tonnes of glass today, my hands ache.

Reading: Ghost World.

Mulligan and O'Hare - Google Video...hmmm, with a slightly rippled underside.

oofff. 0400 start this morning, as the shift moved to the morning slot...only slightly nasty, and not nearly as nasty as the nightshift. I actually felt almost excited as I drove to work, but this is probably more to do with relief at not being unemployed any more rather than any sense of fulfillment in shifting truck loads of glass around. Incidently, in Swedish glass - as in the clear substance one drinks from or looks through is spelt 'glas'. The soft cold food product that we call ice cream is spelt 'glass'. The two words are pronounced differently, as you might expect, but its quite subtle (long vowel sound in 'glas', if you must know). Thus, with my mangled swedish I have said to more than a few people than I work in an ice cream factory. Which specialises in ice cream for volvo and saab. As they are usually polite swedes they just nod and then slowly back away.

Reading: Everest Boys....still excellent.
Excited about: Job interview next week.