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Oct. 30th, 2006 10:43 am...Chris down for a weekend, and we stay sober two days in a row.
He arrived from Swansea a few moments after voting on the latest round of UberMadness came to a close and I received confirmation that I had had, in fact, walked off with the victory. I'd like to say I won my matchup because what I came out with was better (I was Entry #1), but typically a piece of creative writing will beat any of the myriads of other things it is acceptable to submit as a UM entry. In this case, what I wrote wasn't bad, and the cartoon I was up against was not as good as it could have been. Caroline also won her matchup (she was Entry #2), against someone that had a good idea but all the developmental ability of steaming turd. Round four titles come out either late tonight or tomorrow - Caroline may yet get a more workable one, while I can only pray for one as good as what I had last time.
With that done, I was free to enjoy probably the last weekend of spending money that I will be able to before I find myself work and slowly pay off my overdraft. The drinking commenced around six, and finished some time after two, after which nothing can quite be confirmed. Possibly we were drinking later, but all I remember was winning a cup of sand from Chris for correctly asserting that Pink Floyd hadn't yet got as far as Money (we were watching Pulse on DVD and it didn't come as early in the second half as we were), not getting as far through the mead bottle as we might have, and putting away half of the case of Carlsberg Export I had in reserve. Evidently, we'd drunk enough real beer in town to forget how lemonadey it tastes, but hadn't had enough to not bother with it.
On Saturday, we wandered - trying to remember things like who we were, what day it was, and our general opinion on crumpet. We decided that it probably was excellent, but I secretly came to the conclusion that it would pale in comparison to spiced baked beans on doorstep toast. It's amazing what you come up with when you're hung over.
Wait, what were you thinking about?
After a brief trip round town deciding that we weren't quite ready to drink more yet, we watched The Departed at the Odeon. Rather a film on two levels. On one, you have Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon trying to look hard, with goatees and guns. On another, you have Jack Nicholson and Martin Sheen effortlessly controlling scenes at their own pace whenever they show up. In between, there's a plot about the police with a criminal plant in them trying to apprehend criminals with a police plant in them. Very intelligently written, and when there were people who could act on the screen, very well performed. You do, however, need your wits about to stay ahead of the game - don't be drunk. Our enforced sobriety was precisely what we needed, though we finally decided that enough was enough and had a few beers and a curry at the Rajpoot afterwards.
We met up with Emma before heading back to UEH. This was a very, very good thing.
On Sunday, we costed a budget computer for the parents, committed illicit acts with discs and drank many, many warm infusions of leaves and beans. The inexorable fall in the price of computer components continues to surprise me, as for just over four hundred pounds we put together something I'd be very happy to have as a home machine, complete with a nineteen inch TFT screen. It's not going to fly, but it's a little better than the current setup - P3 833MHz with 128MB RAM, no audio or off-board graphics, and Windows 98 taking a little over two minutes to boot up.
And that's how you blink and miss a weekend. Roll on next time, probably in the new year when we build the thing in Worcestershire.
Job hunting continues. Some places haven't replied, others haven't replied yet, and the Inland Revenue continues to be a potential light in the darkness - the interview is on Thursday. My JSA still hasn't appeared in my account, despite attempts by the Job Centre to find out exactly where it is, and Royal Haskoning has a very strange name. Jewellers, supermarkets and bookstores suck, and office temping agencies have better looking websites than they do position-finding abilities.
Right - work, phone calls, food and Warhammer, in increasing order of distance away from this moment in time and potential fun, on a geometric scale as perceived from this frame of reference.
He arrived from Swansea a few moments after voting on the latest round of UberMadness came to a close and I received confirmation that I had had, in fact, walked off with the victory. I'd like to say I won my matchup because what I came out with was better (I was Entry #1), but typically a piece of creative writing will beat any of the myriads of other things it is acceptable to submit as a UM entry. In this case, what I wrote wasn't bad, and the cartoon I was up against was not as good as it could have been. Caroline also won her matchup (she was Entry #2), against someone that had a good idea but all the developmental ability of steaming turd. Round four titles come out either late tonight or tomorrow - Caroline may yet get a more workable one, while I can only pray for one as good as what I had last time.
With that done, I was free to enjoy probably the last weekend of spending money that I will be able to before I find myself work and slowly pay off my overdraft. The drinking commenced around six, and finished some time after two, after which nothing can quite be confirmed. Possibly we were drinking later, but all I remember was winning a cup of sand from Chris for correctly asserting that Pink Floyd hadn't yet got as far as Money (we were watching Pulse on DVD and it didn't come as early in the second half as we were), not getting as far through the mead bottle as we might have, and putting away half of the case of Carlsberg Export I had in reserve. Evidently, we'd drunk enough real beer in town to forget how lemonadey it tastes, but hadn't had enough to not bother with it.
On Saturday, we wandered - trying to remember things like who we were, what day it was, and our general opinion on crumpet. We decided that it probably was excellent, but I secretly came to the conclusion that it would pale in comparison to spiced baked beans on doorstep toast. It's amazing what you come up with when you're hung over.
Wait, what were you thinking about?
After a brief trip round town deciding that we weren't quite ready to drink more yet, we watched The Departed at the Odeon. Rather a film on two levels. On one, you have Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon trying to look hard, with goatees and guns. On another, you have Jack Nicholson and Martin Sheen effortlessly controlling scenes at their own pace whenever they show up. In between, there's a plot about the police with a criminal plant in them trying to apprehend criminals with a police plant in them. Very intelligently written, and when there were people who could act on the screen, very well performed. You do, however, need your wits about to stay ahead of the game - don't be drunk. Our enforced sobriety was precisely what we needed, though we finally decided that enough was enough and had a few beers and a curry at the Rajpoot afterwards.
We met up with Emma before heading back to UEH. This was a very, very good thing.
On Sunday, we costed a budget computer for the parents, committed illicit acts with discs and drank many, many warm infusions of leaves and beans. The inexorable fall in the price of computer components continues to surprise me, as for just over four hundred pounds we put together something I'd be very happy to have as a home machine, complete with a nineteen inch TFT screen. It's not going to fly, but it's a little better than the current setup - P3 833MHz with 128MB RAM, no audio or off-board graphics, and Windows 98 taking a little over two minutes to boot up.
And that's how you blink and miss a weekend. Roll on next time, probably in the new year when we build the thing in Worcestershire.
Job hunting continues. Some places haven't replied, others haven't replied yet, and the Inland Revenue continues to be a potential light in the darkness - the interview is on Thursday. My JSA still hasn't appeared in my account, despite attempts by the Job Centre to find out exactly where it is, and Royal Haskoning has a very strange name. Jewellers, supermarkets and bookstores suck, and office temping agencies have better looking websites than they do position-finding abilities.
Right - work, phone calls, food and Warhammer, in increasing order of distance away from this moment in time and potential fun, on a geometric scale as perceived from this frame of reference.
