Thoughts for: Tuesday 5th December 2006
Wesley!! :: [22:54:35]You need to update your code for the new version of IE. It's being a whore about the post comment function. Check it out. Shouldn't be hard to fix, I think you might just need to take the vanish mouseover function off.
Cheers.
:: [22:52:45]As you may or may not know, I have a job for the Christmas period. This means that a lot of the time, I'm not at home and the time I am at home is usually before I go to work (in which case I'm preparing for work or enjoying some time with Vicki) or after work (Which is where the necromancer comes in because I feel pretty close to dead). As a result, I haven't been posting because I have either been enjoying my slight amounts of free time or I have been too tired from work to actually think, never mind go to the mentally taxing lengths of writing a blog entry (hehe, I'm funny). Of course I do want to post and I enjoy having my blog. The trouble is that I find myself saying things like "must post on blog" which then inadvertantly turns it into a chore and thus makes me less likely to do it. As it is, I'm posting now because I just got home from work and Vicki isn't here, plus I can't be bothered to cook myself tea or do anything even remotely productive, so viola, here I be. Today was a good day and I had some fun. Most days are like that at work though to be honest, they are good and I have fun, but some little niggling things (some people call them customers) make things go terribly wrong. Overall though the good outweights the bad and I am glad to be working, not only for the money (Which to be honest I wont see that much of anyway, what with bills to pay and all) but because it gives me something to do and stops me being bored. A bored Damo is never a good thing, those of you that know me in person know this, especially if I have been really bored and decided to torture you for my own amusement. I like my job mainly because I get to work with people and provide a service. If you're not working with people then it's really not all that worth it for me, which is bad because generally the highest paid jobs are the ones where you avoid other human beings like they are some kind of rabid zombie creature from a post apocalyptic world engulfed in flames and the manic laughter of George Bush. Moving away from the work front (I'm doing about 38 hours a week for anyone who gives a flying fuck), I've still managed to get my fill of films of late. Life without films would be a travesty indeed. Wes, Joff and I went to see The Pick of Destiny on Sunday night, spontaneously. It was of course hilarious, or at least for me the second half was, with the first half not inducing many laughs. That may very well have something to do with the group of what can only be termed fuckless assbags at the bag of the cinema though, who would quite simply not shut the fuck up. There were numerous ocaisions where I nearly hurled Joff's drink at the little spunk stains, and that's just from me, not even talking about the times when Joff nearly did the same thing (I didn't have a drink of my own). In the end, Joff got them kicked out of the Cinema (I had people in the way so couldn't easily leave my seat, one of the hazards of being a fat bastard I'm afraid). It's actually quite shocking that I didn't lose my temper and deal with them before the somewhat more mellow Joffananun but I guess that's the calming effect of Vicki upon me. Once the constantly talking and constantly phone using fuckless assbags (Thankyou Robot Chicken) were out of the way, I enjoyed the film muchly. There are some extremely memorable moments in the film and as always with anything by The D you can watch it plenty of times thanks to the sheer speed they sing at sometimes which means you can miss some of the lyrics of their songs, all of which are hilarious of course. My personal favourite being the song at the end with The D and the Devil facing off. If you haven't already seen this movie then you really should, unless you too are a fuckless assbag. [ Note, there is a high chance this phrase will persist in my vocabulary for some time, I apologise in advance and... Oh wait, no I don't. ] Anyway, why am I even bothering to promote this film, you should be watching it merely for the appearance of Sasquatch. Duh. I watched the second Ultimate Avengers movie this morning. Pretty entertaining all round with some good moments and impressive actions scenes. Unlike the first this has more than just a lot of talking and then an awesome fight scene. But i warn you in advance the plot is extremely similar to the first film just with a different locale and a subtext of what's going on in the heads of the characters and how they interact. So yeah, pretty snazzy really. Of course it's made infinitely cooler by the fact that the Black Panther is in it (one of my all time favourite super heroes, he seriously needs his own movie) even if it is a slightly inferior one to the one I know and love. If you are not a fan of the Black Panther clearly you haven't read his series (any of them, although the latest is somewhat lacking). While I'm on the topic of good reading, I have a lot of books to work my way through, that I would thoroughly recommend. First of all there's the Eisenhorn Trilogy from the Black Library which I borrowed from Mistour Mikamoto last time I was down there and have slowly been working my way through them. If you like Inquisitors then give this a go, I was spectical at first but they are actually very well written (Some of the best you will find in the Black Library) and Eisenhorn is a compelling character to follow. Apart from those the book I want so desperately to have the time to read is Hannibal Rising by the complete and utter genius that is Thomas Harris. He would easily be my favourite author if Heinlein hadn't already stolen my heart. I preordered this book because I love the previous installments and to be frank, anything written by this man will be a work of art and therefore I must have it. It was released today and I have so far managed to shrug off the Laura-ish tendency to hug the book to me and rock back and forth, but only barely and I am unsure how long I can hold out. I read the prologue and first chapter before work and I am already mesmerised. The only reason that prequel isn't already in my hands is because I promised Badgerman I would read the first Eisenhorn book first. Whilst I am on the topic of Mike, I have to thank him for giving me and Vicki a wonderful weekend away from home. It had everything, food, alcohol, tieing people to beds and stripping them naked. You know, the usual. Drama was sufficient and people were good. Met a lot of new people, as is always the way at Mike's, but they are always good people so there is no harm. It was great to see Ellie again too and Sable. In fact the wonderful Ellie gave us a lift home, which we are very grateful for, so grateful in fact I will forgive her for not allowing me to catnap her cat. I want it. But you know, what can you do? When an animal is protected by a ninja penguin with a fresh supply of ninja stars, your options are somewhat limited. If anyone has an indepth catnapping plan which covers me getting past the ninja penguin (who is called Sigmund incidentally) then feel free to e-mail it in. Or even better carry out a daring dawn raid to theif the cat for me. Less work for me is always good, go my minions! Go! EKE! Must get a minion shirt when I have spare monies. Which at present seems like never, but it has to happen eventually. Ugh, speaking of pennies, I have to fill out forms and stuff. Forms suck, I hate beaurocracy. I may have to kill the beaurocrats in the depths of the night with a cat launcher. I'm sure Mayor West will lend me his. Probably not Paul though, Paul is too busy pretending to be a person. Ok, so next on the agenda of party related things, I think will have to be after Christmas seeing as I'm working too much to do anything any other time. I believe me and the wife can see our way to have peoples to ours for a good old fashioned shindig. I'm sure we can at least match the bed tieing, alcohol drinking, almost raping of Mikes gatherings, perhaps even go a little further. Besides more confectionary will die at our house. O yes it will. Very much with the confectionary death. I was doing the confectionary section at work tonight actually, it was fun. Darren may have to show me more of this game of his. So, Ellie, Darren, Mike, Xander, and minions, would you like to come to the land of Hull and partake of our particular brand of hospitality (which may or may not involve chocolate and rape, not necessarilly in that order)?
Anyway, the Missus is home and it's time to go settle down for the night and watch a film. Vicki has nearly finished slaughtering her organic chocolate Santa so I need to give her something else to do. Laura, O mistress of the Books, I shall e-mail you tomorrow for it is my day off and I shall use it to ROCK.