words XXIV

Load up on guns and bring your friends
It’s fun to lose and to pretend
She’s over bored and self assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yay! (x3)

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My Libido
Yay! (x3)

And I forget just why I taste
Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it was hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, hello, hello, how low? (x3)
Hello, hello, hello!

With the lights out, it’s less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido

A denial !! (x9)

Salon | Smells Like Teen Spirit

FREETOWN, Sierra Leone –– Losing your job, quitting school, going broke and moving back home with your mother after living abroad for years would be tough on anyone.
It’s even tougher when you’re a former military dictator who once had the power to execute opponents at will. Valentine Strasser became the world’s youngest head of state when he seized power in 1992 at the age of 25. But the limelight didn’t last – four years later, he was ousted in another coup. “I’m basically living off my mother now. She’s been very supportive,” the 35-year-old said at a neighborhood bar on the outskirts of Freetown, Sierra Leone’s capital. “It’s been tough. I’m unemployed, but I’m coping.”

Ex-Dictator Broke, Living With Mom

1:15 my phone rings. I answer. It’s Dave it went something like this:
-hello
-latamyers
-now?
-sure

So lunch down there with a few people was fun, but cricket is just fucked up beyond words.

Its a lovely day here, really hot and it is suppose to stay in the late 20’s for the weekend. I might revaluated all my plans (go shopping…I need some shoes) to simply getting some more comics and sitting in the park reading them. Also my local cinema appears to have MIB 2 opening today instead of next week so I intend to see that over the weekend with some people.

I guess I am a very materialistic person, this week hasn’t been a good week and I’ve not been in the best of moods for the past 10 days or so. Getting paid and being able to go out and get DVDs that I really enjoy and have been looking forward and being able to go out and get a months work of comics and a couple of special things really helps change my mood. Maybe its just not having to worry about cash for a bit, I overspent on my holiday and I felt the pinch. That of course will not have helped my mood. The weekend is looking good, good weather, good reading and hopefully a good movie.

This is a Very Bad Thing by the way: News.com | Could Hollywood hack your PC?

And what a brillent headine from Salon via Blogdex today.
Man dies in vat of chocolate .. Don’t laugh. It’s not funny.

I love internet banking. I am quite fond of my bank in general at the moment.

My ankle hurts. I wonder if I twisted it at some stage. I’ve noticed it for a couple of days now. hmm

West Wing viewing is going well. I’m really enjoying this 🙂

Today was of course pay-day and that nice increase I got a week ago was backdated by a month so it was paid in this pay packet. So I have quite a bit extra money today. I picked up my comics, the normal monthly £100 on stuff I like, and a couple of extra bits and pieces. As per my thoughts before on hardbacks and liking them for stuff I really like and being able to afford them, I picked up Murder Mysteries by Gaiman and the lovely new oversized Alias by Bendis. At £22:50 for an oversized hardback containing nine issues and extras it was a great price. That was my treat for myself out of the extra money.

So this evening three of the lads and myself headed into the Porterhouse for a few drinks (yay more coke…) and it was all fun. I hadn’t been out with a couple of them in a while and it was good to catch up. Afterwards I grabbed a quick pizza and went to catch my bus. I just missed one and there was a twenty minute wait till the next one. So thinking that I wanted some books I wandered into Waterstones to have a look for that something to grab me. I happened to pass a look at the graphic novel section and about two seconds after I noticed Sandman: The Wake by Gaiman (and my personal favourite of the Sandman series) in hardcover, it was in my hands on the way to the till. It was Sandman I originally decided to break over hardcover’s about and this seemed just so perfect.

and in a not quite complete but close enough change of plan going to town to the pub for a night out.

I am having the strangest afternoon. I have just been asked to see Scooby Doo to which the reply was a four letter word I won’t use here. An airline who I signed up for flight info from has just tried to sell me a pogo stick (yes you read that correctly the first time) and I hate the second floor of this building.

-its the tools fault
-no its the people using the tools fault
-no its not.
-here is the proof. They are using the tools wrong.
-errr the tools are being used wrong. It is the tools fault

Ok it wasn’t quite like that but it was close enough jesus fuck educate the bleep bleeps.

Just to add something to this. The person I was talking to about the tool is a really good friend and someone I like a lot. It is not his fault in anyway and I don’t mean to give him grief (well much grief).

I am heading into town after work to get food at the least, but there will be comics involved aswell. Maybe a movie but it will not be Scooby fucking Doo.

Then home and more West Wing follwed by some new comics 🙂

Net Users Try to Elude the Google Grasp

Good read.

That was very stupid. I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and I almost sent an entire file of code to the wrong person. Thank fuck for cancel buttons. That would be a really really really bad thing.