how come they call it 'obsessive compulsive disorder'? there's nothing disorderly about it. no-one is obsessively compulsive for leaving things messy.



i've noticed that before i start reading reviews online, i usually skip to the start of the comments to see the response first, to check if the review is worth reading.

how web 2.0 is that?


nerd girls

10:19 AM me: now, i have often thought that many girls are just as nerdy about makeup and stupid shit like that as 'nerds' are about stuff they care about
10:20 AM laurence: i thought nerd was more about what you were nerdy (obsessive?) for
10:21 AM me: surely it's really nerdy to know what shade of brown is in fashion at the moment?
laurence: would they describe that shade in hex? or pantone? or xyz colour space?
10:22 AM me: ... point


new photos

while i've not been blogging mych, i've also not been posting up my photos on flickr. situation resolved; 6 months worth, including most of the rehearsal photos


lock up your credit cards

stress and anxiety over my going-nowhere application to start teacher training this year. i've suffered two rejections - one quick, the other after 'passing the first hurdle - and i can't see any reason why the others would accept. if they do, then i've got to get past my first interview since... spannerworks.

so i'll probably have to rethink my 'plans'. do i spend the year getting the experience i need, and reapply for the year after, or chuck the whole idea in the bin and figure out something else?

i've finally got the gig bug. i was at emma's first gig with world before wireless last night and wanted to be on stage. i was itching to go. it's a bourgeoning addiction and it's wyrd to notice it at these early stages. i like to think it's rocking out that does it, the andrelin, feeling the music, but of course there's the attention too. but then on stage, you can't really see the audience. it's nice when they clap without prompting innit though. mustn't let it get out of control - but i wish i was in a position where it might. last saturday's gig was great - i'm enjoying them a lot more now that i'm letting myself drink before hand (with a whisky on my amp to keep my throat warm).


i'm re-reading the silmarillion, which is great and i only read it last year - memorably, on a couch in a belly dancing club while watching rachel but being to tired/self-concious to go dance - but he's hardly worked out a coherent view of his magic system, has he? creatures just seem to have powers without explanation; glaurung's gaze might freeze you, or make you forget everything. luthien and put people to sleep or make her hair go all rapunzley, melian can hide whole kingdoms. in this post-d&d world, fantasy worlds are almost built around modular skills and levelling up - night watch immediately springs to mind, it's not even dressed up in that. 'i'm only a level two technician' and so on.

and with that, i'm going to go and play ultima underworld 2 on my lunch hour. there's something about stress and anxiety that makes a person want to... withdraw.


2 neologisms

thingoled: to have fallen suddenly, deeply, in love, to the point of neglecting everything else in your life - friends, family, hobbies, bruised pilgrim, &c.
named for the quendi of the telari in the silmarilion, who bumps into melian of the maiar, and forgets that he was supposed to have been leading his tribe to the land of the gods. the big idiot.

autopeadophilia: wanking over childhood photos of yourself - a minefield of consent!


no subject

she’s trying to give me nits. maybe i should have actually washed my hair rather than just wetting it in the bath last night. but she shouldn’t have said about the nitty girl at school. it’s not just the nits, it’s what the nits represent; the remind me of the time of controversy, instability, and comics.

i bought sam ‘n’ max surfing the highway for the second time in my life. i lost it maybe 12 years ago? so it finally got re-released, by tell-tale games, who are also the people making the new games... i love it when a plan comes together.

i spend too long reading the comments.

i got massively into lost winds for it’s three hour length, then realised it was made by david braben and was impressed, then found out they’ve already announced the sequel… and came to the opinion it’s a glorified demo/shareware episode. which is nice too i guess. now, do i invest in the final fantasy city building game that’s meant to be quite good? or leave well alone and make more music? i hate that computer games are so selfish.

our eurovision party rocked. rocked a fat one. we figure we had thirty-five people all told, almost enough for one a country, but people get confused round the balkans and everyone wants to be france.
when people ask how i am, i say, “we’re fine”.