"It was the freshest move I've ever seen, it was like he was floating on air."
If you're (cough) old enough to remember. Come on, that's hilarious. I wished I had LOL and ROFL smileys. Andy, Johnny and I had a good laugh over this today. As did everyone else I spammed on MSN.
I'm tired but kinda in a zone rather than falling flat on my face tired, if that makes sense. It's one of the interesting effect of being in ketogenesis.
Late afternoon, I was conversing with a friend that got on my nerves. I don't know if I've changed or she's changed or well, more than likely, we've changed and we just don't quite rub each other the right way anymore. I can't pinpoint it either, but she just sounds more contentious now, like she's trying to prove something and make a stand in everything, even over a casual conversation that began with ... Arial VS Helvetica, wtf? That's about as geek and meaningless as it gets. The irony? We aren't even art people. The conversation began with her quoting from an article that said Arial was ubiquitous not for its beauty but because it's functional, rah rah rah, and that it's a rip-off of Helvetica and its popularity was pegged onto Helvetica's popularity. Which I don't deny. I pointed out that the description of Arial as a ubiquitous font mirrors some opinions of Helvetica, and that in fact, Helvetica only came to prominence due to its functional form and a change in sensibilities after the World Wars, to move away from the previous era (We've both seen Helvetica the documentary). And she insisted what I said was in the wrong context, and I'm like, huh? After which she accused me of being a PC, as in Mac VS PC. Huh? Talk about meaningless. It's not the first time we talk and she is off on whatever she wants to say without assimilating what I said. It's almost like she has these predefined concepts or thoughts, and she's just sounding them out for the heck of it, nevermind that the other party might have some opinions on the topic at hand.
People drift apart, which is sad but true, and I accept it, like chaff, we just ... shed them and move on.
Left work on the dot. I haven't been doing any work in the office since ... last week? Bits of stuff but yeah. I spent the day catching up on my RSS feeds, decided there wasn't any point in staying back, went straight to the supermarket, bought some lamb loin chops, came home and cooked.
I've been eating a fair bit of steak and lamb for dinner, they're easy to cook and doesn't require too much marinating time. Tonight was something of an experiment: A dash of vinegar, garlic, ginger, rosemary, and brown sugar over the loin chops. Pan fried them to medium-medium rare, and had them with a bit of mint jelly. My mum thought it was good, I can't tell: When I eat my own cooking, it's serviceable. I mean, it'd have to be really bad for me to throw it out. The upside of being a guy, or maybe more like the upside of sustaining myself when overseas; you eat anything from instant noodles to macaroni in mushroom soup and melted cheese to beef stew to curry to steak to homemade spaghetti bolognese; and spam and bread.
But my palate has definitely grown more discerning over the years, and I have a better appreciation for cooking, and more interest and enjoyment out of eating well rather than as a necessity. Actually one of the main things I'm looking forward to in Melbourne is my own kitchen, and an oven and grill.
Sputnik, the place I'm going to send in to, is trying for a national network. That's good news. I shortlisted them last year, but I've been waiting for the right time. I shortlisted the 'top' interactive places (Amnesia being another one, in Sydney, but yeah, Sydney) in Australia and I'm going for them, whether I begin as a freelancer, or an intern if I have to. I just want to be in the right place regardless of how I'm starting out, so I have something to reach for. Hopefully a big enough place with a proper copy department so I can get some guidance as well. It's a bit scary after that big rejection, but I have to.