Yaaaaarrrrr!

Yes, it's an excuse to show off my new icon, thanks to crag_du.

Myaarrr, it was a fine weekend and a fine¹ last night, even if I didn't get to see Hero.
I am currently coding at the speed of light thanks to the superb collection of new psytrance CD's I picked up from the excellent Psychedelic Dream Temple in Camden on Saturday. Rah. What is it about this music? I really don't know sometimes, it's repetitive, it's samey (a lot of the time) but it just catches my brain and makes it flow.

Music is, it has often been observed, a drug. And my brain certainly reacts to the music I hear, mood swings and feelings kick up and down along with what I'm listening to. I can get myself more out of my head than on any other substance I've known (sugar included) with a song at the right moment in the right club, just loosing it and flowing with it all, maaaah, 'tis wonderous I tell you.

Mind you, the rest of the department here probably think I'm a tad (more) nuts, bopping my head along at a wild rate and bouncing in my chair as I code and type and tweak stuff. Who cares, not I. The scarey thing is I am, best I can work out now, probably the second most senior software engineer in the company. Yurk. This spells dooooomity doooooom, or more hopefully paaaaaaaayity paaaaaaaay. Roll on my next pay review, if I actually have a manager by then.

These new headphones pass their road test, now to try and convince myself not to buy/to buy some kind of mp3 player, again... not that I'll use it much... but it'll be shiney sooooo shiney. Or to start saving for that new computer that I dontreallyneedbutwantbecausebecausebecause.

Weeeeeeebles!


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Glowshop!

Hear the voice of minority retail annoyance

I am going to register a complaint. Not that it will likely be noticed or cared about, like my sanctions campaign against Mars. But I feel the need to put into words my annoyance. I'm still ruminating about how it will exactly be constructed, but here are the fine details, so to speak.

You see the local über Tescos has decided, in their all knowing corporate wisdom, to cut down the number of product lines in their attached Petrol station.

My letter is going something like... this at the moment...

( Letter )

You see, gentle viewer, there are few things that get my hackles up quite like inconvience to the experience in life that is convience shopping.

Shopping is about shiny things, about having things there for you, about little surprises and suddenly discovering just what you never knew you needed right where you never would have expected it.
But it is, more importantly, about making sure that you - as a consumer - have the things you want, where you want and how you want. The mass marketing corporations of the world exist to serve you, not the other way around. Thus I myself as a fevered consumer and impulse buyer of the first order feel compelled to speak out at such injustice as me having to spend an additional 5 minutes during my daily walk to work in order to buy my daily apple.

Thus spake the masses unto the corporations and thus they were filed in the marketing sectors statistics under "Bloody weirdos".

So...

...Star Wars Trilogy, my house, this Friday, my 'uge TV and 5.1 sound to boot plus booze/drinks and snacks abundle... would anyone be interested?