Hurry Up and Leave

I’m pretty sure I’ll be in the minority on this, but I can’t deny it, I’m truly pleased that Friends is finally coming to a close. The last epsiode goes out in the US this week, and it’s expected to be so popular that the advertising slots in the programme are being sold at $2m for 30 seconds, second only to the Superbowl for advertising cost. I’m not sure of when it’ll be transmitted on E4/C4 (and can’t you tell that I really don’t care all that much?) but I suspect that the advert rate will be significantly higher here too.

Personally, I’ve never been able to get into the entire “Friends” thing – as a programme it annoys me significantly more than it makes me laugh, and that’s something that means I can’t be overly bothered about the entire thing. While I obviously understand that sitcoms and comedies aren’t generaly meant to be based in the real world, to me the entire pantheon of the Friends universe was so unreal as to be unbelievable, and again that just ended up being irritating. I won’t be sorry to see it go.

Except of course it won’t go – there’ll be at least one spin-off series (as Cheers did with Frasier), the potential for a couple of “specials” (a la Only Fools and Horses) and of course the inevitable continual repeats and reruns that’ll keep the stars in royalties and repeat-fees for decades to come.

Mutter/Snarl

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Gigs

Tonight I was supposed to be out at a concert, seeing the Barenaked Ladies. However, as has happened before this year, I haven’t gone. I’m not in the mood for being in a crowded room with 2,500ish people, not in the mood to enjoy a gig, and really just too tired exhausted to want to go out.

I’ve got tickets for one more gig this year, and one theatre performance. After those, I don’t know what I’m going to do – burn-out’s still here, hanging over my shoulder, laughing in my ear. I need to open up some of my time again, not keep on thrashing myself and my life. So for the next while, I think I’m only going to sort anything out for gigs I specifically want to see – but definitely take a break for a couple of months. Luckily, we’re just getting into festival season, which is something I’m not overly interested in, so it’ll be easy enough to take that time out. After that, we’ll just have to see how things go.

Unmotivated

It’s been one of those days – subzero motivation, utter boredom, and really can’t be arsed to do anything. I just want to sleep, in fact.

So I’m going to go home, and work on things from there.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Desktops

In a fit of utter boredom today, I decided to re-do the desktop on my work computer. Because the pieces of shite computers at work don’t like Active Desktop^® (and let’s face it, who does?) I can’t use the same desktop as at home, which constantly runs xEarth. Instead, it’s down to taking a couple of images that have been jpgs and making them into .bmps (thanks to Photoshop, this isn’t a challenge)

Anyway, I’ve now cropped and resized a couple of the photos from the weekend, and I’m currently working on deciding which I prefer.

I’ve linked both of them here to .jpgs, so should anyone else want to use them, feel free. You may need to swap them to .bmps (or email me and I’ll send the bmp versions) if you don’t have/want Active Desktop. As yet I haven’t decided which one I’m going to use – I may swap them round on a weekly basis, or something.

And yes, that IS how bored I am today…

Attempting to care

Even while writing this, I’m wondering if it’s even worth the effort involved.

Anyway, according to the Grauniad (and apparently various other rags newspapers as well) Leslie Grantham (“Dirty Den” from übersoap Eastenders) was “caught” having cybersex. (AKA “having a wank”) Supposedly it’s a scandal – why? No-one was hurt by the actual act. (oh, apart from ‘actors’ who he talked about behind their backs, and who he’s now apologised to) No-one under-age was involved – the youngest age mentioned in the ‘story’ is 23. I don’t know if he’s married or not, but if he’s not then it’s not even as though he were having an affair.

The paper said he had a three-year relationship with a 31-year-old mother of three, which included a session in which he pleasured himself while dressed as Captain Hook during a panto season.

That image is just comedy, not porn, or explicit – and it does make me hope he used the correct hand, not the hook…

At the end of the day, he was wanking, and he showed it on his webcam – in a private conversation with a woman. We’re not talking about having it out in a chatroom, or on a website that anyone can access. I’d lay money that the woman was also on a webcam, and we’re not talking Mary Whitehouse here.

Personally, I’ve never seen the appeal in “cybersex” – when all’s said and done, it’s really just masturbation with added technology. But I don’t see the harm in it either – or at least, not when it’s between two consenting adults, when no-one’s even close to the age of consent or any dodgy issues like that. Whatever floats your boat – cybersex doesn’t float mine, but it appears to float lots of peoples. Fair enough.

But for fuck’s sake, why should this be news at all?

Shite

I’d just like to say thanks to the person who left work’s Gents toilet in a state that can only be described as repellent. Not only were they content to have splattered the entire seat and bowl with shite (they must’ve been hovering, I reckon) and stinking the place out, but they were obviously deeply proud of this, and left it as a “Look what I can do!” for the next unlucky occupant. Which was, of course, me.

So thanks a lot to the dirty, shit-stained curry fanatic who smells as though a skunk has crawled up their anal passage. You fucker.