No proper blogs since Thursday! Sorry about that. Since I've decided a good tactic for generating a blog entry when I haven't got something Deep™ to talk about is to mention whatever I've been chatting to people on MSN about, here's a quickie:
- I can't believe my life (which I formerly considered quite debauched) only counts as 12A. But the saddest part is that it really is an accurate summary of my life at the moment. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs, and I have sex so seldom as to be statistically insignificant*. I work five days and don't go clubbing mid-week. My life is vanilla. And I don't even have a very strong desire to change that. I mean, I wish I could say "my life is wild and crazy" without having to actually do anything extra. But no wild-and-crazy things appeal to me. I'd do them if they did -- no catholic guilt restrains me -- but they don't. Dan says this is because I'm a right-wing conservative.
- I had a chat with a random guy on a train, which, as odd conversations with strangers have a tendency to do sometimes, turned really deep and meaningful. I started off talking about how much technology excites me and how artificial intelligence is going to change the world and how I nearly did a master's at Edinburgh in it but didn't, and how I really wanted to change the world... and then I said I worked in the development team at a company that sells ringtones to 13 year old girls who don't know the value of money. The contrast was brought home quite sharply. Perhaps I need to re-evaluate further education opportunities...
- My house is nearly unpacked now! At least, the boxes that are mine are now variously unpacked and largely stowed away. I have a bedside table, thanks to diligent flat-pack activity, a fact which pleases me far more than a tiny bit of furniture has any right to do. But it gives my room a nice "finished" look, not to mention the three wardrobes (I have so much clothing, and yet I always wear the same stuff! How is this possible?) This is good because (a) it means we can have a house party reasonably soon and (b) I can do something with my weekends other than repeatedly visit Argos (which, like IKEA, is full of cheaply-constructed flat pack stuff of dubious design worth, but costs half as much).
* I'm working on fixing this problem. Volunteers wanted.
Why does this photo (of Bush arriving in Belgium) look like it's been badly photoshopped? And why does Laura Bush look like one of Dracula's brides?