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Cripes, I'm exhausted. This working for a living is doing for me. It seems like ages since I updated - which is mostly because it is ages since I updated.

In any case, deep breath, and here goes.

A couple of weekends ago I went to Oxford, and took some photos of lovely people doing silly things; and some twigs; and some flowers. The results I will bore you with later, when I get a chance to upload them properly. It might take some time though. Company was good, camera-pr0n was good, though I was mostly shattered.

Last week was my first full week then The New Job (TNJ). It involved a two day staff conference, a trip to Colchester (via London), a snowy drive to Nottingham and a day cowering at home from the white stuff falling from the sky. The staff conference was actually good fun. The novelty teambuilding exercise involved making a video, which I enjoyed more than I thought I might. Methinks there might be something to explore there in the future. Colchester was bloody miles away. I was also not impressed by the Holiday Inn. Snowy Thursday I made the trip because of another planning day. This is where my life started to unravel.

Well, not my life as such, but the stoic, professional face I'd been wearing for days. This is the face of a person who is quiet, considered, positive, professional, reasoned, respectable and well turned out. Unfortunately it slipped off and the real me poked through. Still, they haven't terminated my employment yet...

This last weekend I did very little. I stayed up too late doing a bit of work, playing The Lord of Rings, The Battle for Middle-earth II, The Rise of the Witch-King, which has probably the longest title of any game I own. I also watched some Oz (gritty!), some Battlestar Galactica (ok-good), some Heroes (wonderful fan heaven) and Lost (too predictable). I did find time to DJ at Malediction on Saturday and spent most of Sunday being slightly dead.

Apparently I need a silly DJ name - answers on a postcard...

My setlists were:

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The big surprises were the number of people dancing to Modulate and someone saying to me it's the first time he'd heard Here Comes The War played out. I was shellshocked.

This week I have mostly been trying to convince myself that listening to the Today programme counts as work; enjoying the Archers and watching my Cthulhu investigator be murdered by a nasty piece of work with a .45. Poor Dr Kersh. He died a noble death during what was perhaps his most stupid and suicidal plan to date.

Finally I am nearly up to date, before jetting off again at the weekend. But there is time enough for one final story.

A couple of weeks ago, while I was in Austria there were some storms. During these storms a number of roof tiles detached themselves from my roof and decided it would be warmer inside. Ignoring the glass in their way, they fell to the earth. Alas they did not carry the words of $deity, but rather they just left devastation in their wake.

Upon my return I phoned my insurance company, got their glaziers out (or rather had a survey and the work is being done tomorrow) and had a budget to sort out the roof. So, I phoned a handful of roofers. One actually picked up the phone, came out and spoke to me. £480 inc VAT he said to me, perhaps unsurprising when I said the insurance company had authorised £500. "Written quote please!" I say and off we go. No quote ever appeared, so on Monday I phoned some more roofers and arranged for them to visit tomorrow to quote (when there will be someone in to open for the glaziers - with me so far?!).

But then this evening I get a phone call - without sending a quote or arranging to do the work, the original roofers turned up first thing this morning, did the job, and presented an invoice for £480 + VAT. So tomorrow I get to call them and explain that I'm not going to pay for that work and really it would have been better if they had arranged something with me rather than turn up in the van.

Trading Standards - here I come!!!
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7:30-8:15
  • Theme from M.A.S.H. (Suicide is Painless) - Manic Street Preachers - Theme from M.A.S.H.

  • Paint It Black - Gob - Stir of Echoes OST

  • Bittersweet - Apocalyptica - Bittersweet CDS

  • Purity - New Model Army - Great Expectations - The Singles Collection

  • Ego - The God Machine - Scenes from the Second Storey

  • Ave Dementia - The Marionettes - Gothic Rock, Vol. 1 [Jungle/Freud]

  • Precious - Depeche Mode - Playing The Angel

  • Mirror Man - Human League - Best of the Human League

  • Walking on Broken Glass - Annie Lennox - Diva

  • That's What I Get - Nine Inch Nails - Halo 02 - Pretty Hate Machine

  • Hurt - Johnny Cash - American IV: The Man Comes Around

  • Ende Neu - Einstürzende Neubauten - Ende Neu
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Today was the last part of my OU course - an exam. This isn't itself scary - after all I have crammed extensively and don't even suffer from flashbacks at going back to the-place-where-I-had-my-finals - but by golly my hand hurts after three hours of writing with a pen. Actually, I'm not sure writing is a correct term for the barely legible scrawl which left the end of my biro. I think, at least for me, the days of being able to function in that kind of high pressure, written word, WITH PEN environment are over.

This morning before the exam my mind was jumping all over the place. When the new Depeche Mode album arrived (part of my monthly direct debit to Music Non Stop) I was reminded I've got a ticket for their Birmingham gig next year - followed by the realisation I had no idea where the ticket was. So first I emailled the NEC to say "have the tickets been sent out?". "Yes" they said. "Arse" I said (privately - my arse is mostly my own). So I thought, I'll have to turn the place upside down, and then put it for safe-keeping in my "box of safe-keeping" - this one here, by the PC, with the Depeche Mode ticket for next year in it...

Whitby approaches at a pace. I've nothing to wear - so it's the same old shit then. I do have to sort who I'm sharing a room with and how I'm getting there. It will also be a chance to catch up with people of course and I must get some technique tips from [livejournal.com profile] littlelightbulb as it looks like I'll be impersonating her on [livejournal.com profile] blankinfinity's guest list the following week at the DeathBoy gig at Edwards. Any initial pointers?

The other excitement from MNS has been Advanced Electronics, Vol 4 which has enough remixed dark-electro-futurefluff to keep me going for weeks. Highlight so far has to be the Soman remix (or should that be RMX?) of Chrome. I, unlike most VNV fans, like Chrome, but this version is a bit pacier and generally an improvement so expect to hear it the next time anyone is stupid enough to let me DJ anywhere.

NMA tomorrow night and in a change with recent tradition I'm not taking a camera - instead it'll be a spare t-shirt and perhaps a spare pair of glasses for when mine get knocked off and crushed in the mosh. The BBC has done me proud though and put up three gigs recently, with Goldie Lookin' Chain coming soon. Links below:

And now - I'm a bit drunk. This is exciting for me - but I appreciate might be of limited interest to the rest of you. Bed soon, perhaps with another page or two of The System of the World, which is about as much as I can take at one sitting.
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More like moving websites. Yesterday was partly spent geeking on da Interweb - I'm trying to cut down from three web-hosts to one, and that of course means chucking hundreds of MB of pictures up and down the line, recoding from ASP to PHP and other acronym-fests.

The net result should be a tidier, slicker site - but I'm still a little bit away from that. Oh well - something for the next couple of days.

Last night was SNFNGS again. I volunteered as emergency-parachute-DJ again. I wasn't needed again. Although it might sound otherwise, this doesn't worry me at all - I can validate my existence by feeling useful without actually having to do anything. Result! As part of the Pre-Infest diet I went on the bike - and cycling along main roads is still fun!

I did manage another good deed there - I'm not quite sure what I said, but it seemed to make a difference. The only worry I have is that I was being quite serious and sober again. I am considering practising vacuous and trivial conversation in the mirror so I can better fit in.

I also drank most of the grapefruit juice in their fridge (better than the Edwards response of "What do you think we are - a f'ing wine bar?!") and this morning managed to make porridge without spraying the inside of the microwave with it for the first time ever.

Now, back to coding I guess, maybe a bit of OU later too...

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