Aaaaand Relax

Well, that was officially A Busy Weekend™. Hence no updates. It’s back to being calm again, and for once my week isn’t booked solid with things to do, which has to be a good thing. I know, most people would prefer to be socially booked up etc., but after the last couple of weeks, a few days off is just what’s needed…

Various updates will (probably) be added through the day today, but highlights of the weekend included:

• High Point : Seeing Spearhead in concert on Friday night
• High point : A visitation from the parents for the weekend
• High point : Visiting the European Markets in the city centre.
• Low point : the fucking crowds of idiots, particularly with prams/pushchairs/dogs
• Low point : Attempting to book a table at one place I like, which turned out to be full.
• High point : Vaguely recalling a good review about another place, calling on the off-chance, getting a table, and ending up in a place far better than the original idea.
• High point : My brother making a flyingish visit on the Sunday
• Low point : Brother taking the wrong turn onto my road, attempting to turn road, and getting hit side-on by a pissed fuckhead who then drove off
• High point : the three witnesses, who all got the pisshead’s number plate, and stayed ’til the police arrived, thus meaning the pissed cow got nicked anyway.

Other than that little lot, once the parental units had gone home, thirty minutes later two friends randomly dropped in for coffee before going on to a concert at the MEN. I didn’t stop all weekend. It’s been good – if busy.

Ratty

Having spent ten minutes in a queue, and being barged into each time I move forward – by the same person each time – on the last five occasions, when the sixth occurrence happens, is it really all that unreasonable to turn round and say to the woman “If you slam into me again, I will break your fucking leg” ?

The reaction of the incompetent twat (I’ve never dealt with someone in need of lessons in how to walk before) would seem to imply that she felt I was in the wrong, and should perhaps enjoy being walked into, or at least understand how someone’s sense of spacial awareness can be that fucking flawed.

Temptation

So far I’ve resisted – but the rabid moose-collector in me (no, not rabid moose, but the rabid collector) is slowly breaking down. Disney’s latest, “Brother Bear”, while appealing to me about as much as herpes, has not one but two moose characters, Rutt and Tuke, and they’re available in either 15″ height or 18″.

Must…. Resist….

Besides, I’m sure plenty of people know I collect the bloody things. So maybe Christmas will be moosified. And in the meantime I’m just off to sue the subtlety school…

IWOOT

There’s not a lot I can say about this link that I’d forgotten yesterday. But if you want to see a purple dancing hippo, this is the link to click…

Eeek

In a fit of being horrendously organised (I’m yet to decide whether that means I’m exceptionally organised, or organised horrendously) I’m off after work to sign up for a proper little office unit thing for my company to operate from. It’s a complete pain in the arse that it’s happening now, rather than in a month’s time, but that’s the way the world goes, I suppose.

I’ve been wanting to seperate the company registered address from my home address for a while now. There’s a range of reasons for doing so – but the main one is just to be able to seperate work and home. 2004’s likely to be manic enough, without having that kind of thing to contend with as well. But christ, it’s all a bit grown-up and sensible.

Short Fuse

The office where I work has installed a new lock system on the doors. It’s not difficult – the swipe card we had anyway just needs to be waved in front of the sensor. Even the most cerebrally challenged should be able to open doors with it no worries.

So far, not one single person going through the door has managed to get it right first time.

So many people – bearing in mind that the door has always had a lock on it – are now trying to open the door without using the swipecard first, it’s really beginning to fuck me off. Every single one gives it a yank (Fnarr) before remembering about the new card. Then the card gets used, a *beep* comes from the fucking doorbox (and I can tell you now, that beeping little bastard is due for a fix a la windchimes) they give it a tug again (Fnarr again) before the lock’s disengaged. It’s not rocket science, but this bunch of fucking ‘tards still can’t get their heads round a new locking system.

The best one was a woman who’s obviously used to doors that just push open, who was completely befuddled by technology like – well – a door handle. I despair.

Shite

I was intending to blether today about a very silly piece of animation I got from a friend – only I’m utterly crap, woke up late, and forgot to get the URL. So I’ll add it in later tonight, when I finally get home.