My prints all over the smoking gun
Harriet's friend Emma has moved in with us now. Emma and I don't talk. I mean, I don't know her that well and everything's polite and everything's friendly and there's no issues but I have always been terrible at small talk and I don't think she really wants to know why it's a good thing that Andrew Dominik and Casey Affleck are teaming up again or why Enslaved: Odyssey to the West is an important videogame even if it's not strictly speaking a good one. I get the impression that she's not really in any sense a geek, and I don't know how to deal with that. So there's awkward silences and then she'll go off and smoke and I'll stare at an Xbox.
At the screen, I mean, not at the Xbox itself. It's not that interesting. Once I have enough money that screen will become the one I use for this computer and I'll be buying some big and fancy TV. We're talking 40" minimum, LED screen. Plasma ones are cheaper but having seen them side by side I can see why. Plasma makes the picture look so much duller. LED has a much sharper contrast, much better brightness.
I managed to go another Halloween without dressing up. Go team me. It really is the worst holiday. I don't like fancy dress and I don't like that every year people look down on me because of that, as if somehow I am spoiling their fun by not joining in.
If I survive the first orange wednesday of Saw 3D then tonight I'm going to be watching Jackass 3D. I never liked the TV show and I don't want to like the movie, but there was one bit in the trailer that made me make a weird surprise laugh explosion sort of noise, and I'm sure more things like that will happen in the film. So at least I'll be watching it in a print check with no members of that damn public in there to spoil it for me. They're so strange, the public. There's regulars at the cinema who complain about the prices of food all the time, like they'd forgotten since last time, like they hadn't been coming here for at least three years knowing there's a Morrisons right round the corner.
I thought I had a can of left coke in the fridge but apparently I don't, so now I have to restructure my entire day around obtaining coca-cola. I think this will mostly just mean stopping at the co-op on the way to work but it might get a little more involved than that. Tomorrow is film day with Jeremy and Sarah, but before that I'm being woken up early by the Tesco delivery man who is, in fact, bringing me Coca-cola. Ordinarily I'd be able to just wait for that, but now I have this craving. I've got a bit of a cold so I won't even be able to taste it properly, but I know I have to have it.
Grant and Mary left Norwich today, after spending two nights sleeping on our sofas. They've moved to London as if that place was somehow better than Norwich. Fools. We'll miss you. And then when we've had enough missing you, we'll stalk you. This is your only warning, and you don't have internet access for a couple of weeks, so ha.
At the screen, I mean, not at the Xbox itself. It's not that interesting. Once I have enough money that screen will become the one I use for this computer and I'll be buying some big and fancy TV. We're talking 40" minimum, LED screen. Plasma ones are cheaper but having seen them side by side I can see why. Plasma makes the picture look so much duller. LED has a much sharper contrast, much better brightness.
I managed to go another Halloween without dressing up. Go team me. It really is the worst holiday. I don't like fancy dress and I don't like that every year people look down on me because of that, as if somehow I am spoiling their fun by not joining in.
If I survive the first orange wednesday of Saw 3D then tonight I'm going to be watching Jackass 3D. I never liked the TV show and I don't want to like the movie, but there was one bit in the trailer that made me make a weird surprise laugh explosion sort of noise, and I'm sure more things like that will happen in the film. So at least I'll be watching it in a print check with no members of that damn public in there to spoil it for me. They're so strange, the public. There's regulars at the cinema who complain about the prices of food all the time, like they'd forgotten since last time, like they hadn't been coming here for at least three years knowing there's a Morrisons right round the corner.
I thought I had a can of left coke in the fridge but apparently I don't, so now I have to restructure my entire day around obtaining coca-cola. I think this will mostly just mean stopping at the co-op on the way to work but it might get a little more involved than that. Tomorrow is film day with Jeremy and Sarah, but before that I'm being woken up early by the Tesco delivery man who is, in fact, bringing me Coca-cola. Ordinarily I'd be able to just wait for that, but now I have this craving. I've got a bit of a cold so I won't even be able to taste it properly, but I know I have to have it.
Grant and Mary left Norwich today, after spending two nights sleeping on our sofas. They've moved to London as if that place was somehow better than Norwich. Fools. We'll miss you. And then when we've had enough missing you, we'll stalk you. This is your only warning, and you don't have internet access for a couple of weeks, so ha.