Month: March 2002

I had one of the strangest dreams I can remember ever having last night. It was fucking weird.
I had not known that the new F1 season was starting already so just found the first GP on. Looks like that cheating wanker is off to a good start to the season, but huge rates of attrition. Only about 7 cars left after somesort of first corner incident.

Reading some new stuff lately, I’m reading and enjoying Christopher Priest‘s Marvel Knights version of “Black Panther”, picked up the second book today and quite enjoyed it and I’ve just found he also runs his own blog. Another site to add to my reading lists 🙂

Other stuff, my mom and sister are visiting. It’s going fine so far, some things never change. Some things do change.
I’ve got frantic texts from a friend in work demanding the next Transmet book and quoting it to me. I guess he liked it alot after all.

In whole other news I just managed to get in touch with a friend whose details I lost just over 18 months ago and that’s really cool 🙂

My “Jay and Silent Bob” DVD arrived yesterday so I aim to watch that sometime over the next day or so which I am looking forward to.

I always have things I plan on blogging, but when I get to it, I just never remember or can never think of ways to expand past a one liner.

Ya know I have no comment at all to make on this evening

I burnt a lot of stuff to disc today, I stole some of Iain’s, so this weekend I hope to catch up on “Enterprise” and “24” amongst others.

I hate cleaning. It’s such a waste of time, it’s only gonna get dirty again. Oh yes the Grammys on the beeb. Seen as a doubt beeb paid lots of money for a star-studded comedy show I will just have to go with the entire Grammys being a joke.

And “Have I Got News for You” cannot be a real show, it has to be scripted….

Metallica’s “S&M” on loud & Friday afternoon & writing code = go away and leave me alone.

🙂

Oh will edit tomorrow, off to bed now. But thanks to the wonders of blogging via AIM, I can clarify that comments in the last post are of course not simply restricted to work. blah