2 July, 2010

Sometimes the automated, randomised playlist just plain knows what is needed on Friday at the end of “one of those” weeks. Fast, angry, and super fast.

After my Facebook thing got taken over by teenagers and people I don’t know I’ve moved back to my own site to post rants, raves and the odd bit in between. Facebook is now relegated to telling me my emotional age and reminding me to keep in touch with Friends^TM. I like my site better anyway and I like writing what I want without the limit of the naff TwitterBooking and FaceBlogging thing.

Three people tried to run me over on the way home. It’s not really all that unusual for at least one person to have a go but three! Come on. I spent the rest of the ride home thinking about how you go about totally destroying someone’s life without actually doing physical harm. It got quite imaginative there towards the end … but I won’t share.

I was informed this afternoon it is not a criminal offence to kill your boss if he makes last minute changes on a Friday afternoon just before Beer o’clock. I like it. On a related note we have formed an informal union at work for employees with fortnightly meetings to discuss the state of the company. Also known as a great chance to head to the pub in the middle of the week, bitch and moan for a bit and then talk about what we could do to make things better. It’s somewhere between negative and positive and it has beer (and sometime a bowl of chips).

Have discovered my graphic design work improves the more shitty I am. Obviously those skills are linked to the dark side of my brain. I am particularly pleased with my move back to a grunge style and hiding it in pretty conservative-business-friendly layouts.

When Punks rule the Earth indeed!