Geniuses on Trains!

To forewarn complaints, yes, I missed yesterday. Didn't really have anything to write - no shame in that.

Today I wanted to share the work of a person lacking somewhat in the intellect department. On the train this evening, I found a discarded section of the Times, which had the crossword. I idly glanced at it, and found that the previous owner of the page had been not overly blessed in the brain department.

While there was some humour to be derived from the ludicrously hopeful answers of 'Acme' - skin condition, 'Cartel' - book of tickets, 'Debate' - defeated (what?!), and 'Betjamam' - poet laureate Sir John __, the winner for complete lack of effort, brains and comprehension was the answer to the clue 'Small room (6)'.

Our budding braniac suggested 'attics'. Oh dear.

Blocking!

I enjoy playing football; it's the only real activity I get all week, and it's good fun too. Except when you get hit square in your privates with the ball in an impromptu block. Not good.

However, I managed to do the oddest thing in collapsing in both pain and laughter simultaneously. Everyone else was puzzled.

Relaxing Afternoon

When I get around to it, I am always surprised by just how much I enjoy cooking. A nice sunny evening, relaxing music playing (Sigur Ros' Takk, which is now firmly my favourite of their albums), and cooking is really quite enjoyable. Tonight was pizzas - not terribly original, but it doesn't have to be.

Also, yesterday's second post was seemingly the 250th I've made. A quarter of the way to a thousand, who'd have thought.

Shiny!

You may have noticed a few slight design changes to the blog. In essence, I finally got motivated to deal with those annoying blank spaces on all sides. If it gives you any major problems, let me know, I'm not confident how my tweaking will work on smaller resolutions.

E-Rage

Internet friends are made of fail. More so when they have my phone number.

I still have no clue why they decided that 3:15 in the pissing morning was a good time to ring me to tell me to look at something online. It could have waited until morning, guys. I think it's also the only time in my life I've used the word 'cockfaces'.

Job Idol

After about three weeks of a little uncertainty, I finally have gotten some information on the likelihood of me going permanent in my current role.

Essentially, it's difficult. I'm good at what I do, my boss would like me to stay, my boss' boss would like me to stay. The problem is that we need to find an authority to recruit from somewhere to get me to stay. The fact that the team faces the prospect of dropping to a mere three heads is neither here nor there, we can't even think of keeping people on without approval.

What does this mean? That I have to prove my worth. Not in a 'do your job and do it better', but in an 'explain what you do and why it's so vital to the company that we have to keep you' way. Like an interview, but worse. In essence, it's an audition. I feel like I've morphed into a reality TV program at this point.

So here we have it: Job Idol! Like pop idol, but more depressing. I didn't even think that was possible.

Just for the Routine

I really have nothing much to say today. Mind is fairly blank, I'll be honest. However, I'm keeping the run going.

Following on from yesterday's accidental beard considerations, I'm thinking I need new glasses. This is a thought I've had for a while, because - well, let's be honest, the current ones are rather scratched, and slightly out of focus. A good few years old.

I'm pondering contacts instead. I have no idea how this would look. Something to consider, however.

Even Keel

Yesterday's comment about how I run out of things to say and how my life is clearly so uninteresting actually got me thinking.

Essentially, I have two blog templates. One where I update on everything that's gone past in a period of a month or so and apologise profusely for not blogging more; the other ranting about something that's annoyed me. There's also the third type, where I whine about how I have nothing to post - but that's about as contentless as rice paper, so we'll ignore that.

Essentially, I should take the glass-half-full approach; I may not have masses to write about all the time - but let's face it, who does? In a life of work, a brief evening, sleep, and back to work again - where's the time for the exciting whirl of a life? However, it also means that I'm not ranting and angry all the time at things.

In fact, I was in a good mood on Monday. This was obviously so unnerving to people they kept asking me if I was okay. Thanks a lot, guys!

P.S. I have put an end to the accidental beard experiment.