Had a pretty uneventful weekend really.  Stayed in on Fri and went out on Sat.  Managed to put my foot in it with an ex housemate by asking how her boyfriend was.  They split up 2 months previously.  I kinda miss seeing her, we used to go out most weekends, but once she started seeing her ex she stopped coming out, so we kinda drifted apart.  I don’t want to get too close to her though.  She might remember that I’ve still got her microwave, sofa and kettle…

Met a girl who’s the sister of a guy I went to college with, and friends with some girls I know.  I can’t remember her name.  I’m not sure I’d recognise her either.  She seemed nice though.  I really need to improve my memory somehow…  I recognise girls by their clothes and not by their faces, which can make things a little difficult.

This is a bit cool… as are these handy bundles of vectorised goodness that some philanthropistic designer has shared…

Have decided that I’m going to have to start designing shirts again; I’m fed up of never being able to find anything I like to wear.  Or on the rare occasion that I do fall in love with something, it turns out every other fucker has got one like it.  It’s just a matter of finding time at the mo… took on 4 new websites this morning alone, on top of the mountain of work I’m already working on…

Oh and want to go and see Kill the Young, who are playing next month in Truro, supported by The Upper Room and some local band…

Ok that maybe a bit of an exaggeration.  Perhaps “Things which leave me feeling mildly disappointed and slightly pissed off” would have been more apt, if a little lengthy.  Having a client reject some of my work in favour of some clichéd poorly designed layout is one example.  Having my bike break in a race when I’m riding well is another.  Having a band that I love produce an album that doesn’t immediately remind me just why I love them is yet another.

I’ve just “acquired” a copy of YYY’s Show Your Bones, and I was kinda hoping for another Fever to Tell.  I do realise that bands progress and change, but I was hoping that SYB would still have the same raw edginess and energy.  On the first listen, it doesn’t.  It’s still a good album, but it’s far more polished; this wouldn’t be a bad thing for some bands, but for me, it just doesn’t work as well for them.

At the start of the year I was really looking forward to the release of 3 albums, Yeah Yeah Yeahs’, Radiohead’s, and Muse’s.  Realistically I think the only one left that is not going to disappoint is Muse’s.

I got the County Court papers through yesterday to confirm my claim; it’s only the second time I’ve ever had to proceed with this, but the client left me no option.  It annoys me that I’ve got to shell out £80 just to claim back what’s mine; I will eventually get it refunded, but that’s not the point.  No wonder so many SMEs end up going bust due to cashflow problems - if I was totally skint and couldn’t afford to pay the court fees, then there is no way I could use legal action to get what was owed.  I’d just have to write it off.

For the first time in my life yesterday I got bored enough to actually reply to some spam.  I now have a beautiful Russian woman called Tatyana e-mailing me, asking if I want to be her husband.  I’m not sure if I feel guilty (if I’m naive enough to think she actually exists) or intrigued as to what the scam actually involves…

Looked at the local paper today and found out that my next door neighbour, of the last year and a bit, has been in court accused of “wounding with intent”.  He’s always been friendly enough to me, though I’ve never had much contact with him.  Perhaps I should stop playing bass heavy music so loud at night…

Have kinda started light training again, as I’m fed up of being out of shape.  There’s a race coming up soonish but it involves running, which is boring, and the actual mountain biking part is only 15km long, and probably won’t involve any real hills, so it doesn’t exactly play to my strengths.  It’s tempting though, my first ever race was held there when I was about 12.  There’s another this weekend but I think I’d probably get frustrated at my lack of fitness and DNF.  Plus it’s bloody cold.  And loads of leg shaving roadies will turn up.  Enough excuses.  I can’t be arsed.

If you are reading this, then there’s a high chance that you are into intergenerational intercourse, judging by today’s visitor search keywords:

1. my mate’s mum x 3
2. fucking my mate’s mum x 2
3. fuck my best mate’s girl
4. I fucked my mate
5. mate’s mum porn
6. I fucked my best mate’s mum
7. I fucked my mate’s mum

I’m no longer sure if this amuses or depresses me.

Hint to mates: if you phone me at nearly midnight on a Sunday and I don’t pick up it’s cos I’m asleep.  If you then wake me up with a txt message half an hour after I’ve drifted off saying “Can you please call me?” then I will indeed get out of bed and call you.  I’m nice like that (occasionally).  But at least make it an emergency, and not be a general enquiry as to what I’m up to the following day as you’re short of pool players….

I had a strange dream last night.  I dreamt I was walking down some high street with some girl.  I have no idea who she was, but in the dream we were together and possibly in love. Her face wasn’t pixelated, but I have no idea if she was some girl I know or just some random creation I’ve dreamt up.  I have a feeling that I knew her but am not sure… perhaps I’ll meet her sometime today, as the last time I had a vivid dream it involved Lisa “left eye” Lopez dying in a car crash.  This proved to be true the next day

BTW I don’t actually believe any of this dreams bollocks, just thought I’d jot it down whilst I still remember it.

Oh and this made me laugh on Fri/Sat night or whenever it was on.  No wonder Kevin Costner never makes any money from movies, with scriptwriting like this:

(Kevin Costner and the bad guy were fighting at the end)

Bad guy: “I know your problem. Do you know why you can’t fight? Because you have nothing to fight for.  You don’t care about anything.  You don’t value anything.  You don’t believe in anything!  And that’s what makes me better. ”

KC: “I believe… (dramatic thought invoking pause)… in the United States!”

KC then proceeded to beat the shit out of the bad guy, and the puppy/girl/america/world/whatever he was trying to save was safe.  Reminds me of it’s-so-shit-it’s-good Renegade that I used to come in pissed and watch on Saturday nights.  It wouldn’t have sounded out of place if Bobby Sixkiller or Lorenzo Lamas had come out with that beauty..