Evolution festival

We went to the Evolution festival on the Quayside today. I really couldn't be bothered, but man am I glad I changed my mind and went. Chromeo and Calvin Harris were great. Chromeo was kind of a strange funk/dance fusion. Weird yet cool.

That Calvin Harris song "Acceptable on the 80's" or whatever got old quick originally, but live it works so well, and so did the other songs they played.

The rest however, were crap so we went home.

I'm sure you really didn't want to know any of this, but I thought I'd just let you know. I did say, way way way at the beginning that I may put reviews on here because I had no idea what I would put on here. But I enjoyed the day so I just thought I'd share.

....and while I'm in the mood, the new Linkin Park album "Minutes to Midnight" is very different from their usual stuff and half of it isn't half bad.....which would make the whole album quarter good wouldn't it?

Careening career

I've had one hell of a dodgy time of late. Had the assessment to become a Product specialist at work, and didn't get through. To be fair it was based on my technical test and I'd only come out of training, so I guess I can't quibble at that one. I did better than the last time I got to that stage, so at least it shows a little progression.

I think this was somewhat easier to take as I had the anticipation of the Managers assessments possibly on the horizon (a job I want so much more). At first I didn't get through the paper sift, then I did. No, I have no idea either. Needless to say I walked into this befuddled. I don't know what happened though, because I must have walked through the whole thing befuddled. There was indeed befuddling afoot. Befuddling aside (mainly because I'm sick of that word now), something just didn't click with those tests and I failed again. No idea how exactly as my feedback still hasn't been given.

There's only ever been one other job that I've wanted this much, and that was as a level designer on the latest Driver game. Probably should have asked for feedback on that one too, but I was too gutted to care.

So where does that leave me know? I'm somewhat (possibly understandably) unhappy, and my job has become a chore once more. The feeling of being stuck in a rut, kicked in the face and shat on has returned, but depending on the feedback, I've probably shat on my own face. Anyway, I know my performance has suffered. I just can't fake empathy anymore and in this job that's an integral part. Maybe it'll come back, but I'm just on auto-pilot at the moment. I really don't want to be there at the moment. Maybe I should have a weeks holiday or something if I can. Clear my head and cheer myself up.

P.S. For future reference, I really do appreciate everyones advice and encouragement that I've received already, I really do. However, can we stop using the phrase "Oh well, at least it's experience for you". It may well be, but it's not been a pleasant experience.

Too angry to blog

BASTARDS!!!!

Bastards bastards bastards. FUCK!!! sg l.nd.lehbrgtliu dsjkfnrlegfuerbnhgl


I am not a happy camper.

It's been a weird week, but more about that when I've calmed down. Tonight I've just finished watching 'Hero', and then I fancied watching Reservoir dogs. So I reach for my Tarantino Box set, AND IT'S EMPTY!!! Some bastard has gone and stolen the DVD's from inside and left the box to avoid suspicion. CUNT!!!

I'm not sure if I've told you this before, but I'm slightly protective about my DVD's. I love those things. My reasoning points at two possibilities.

a) They were taken during the last party, possibly the guy who molested The French DJ, maybe someone borrowed them and didn't tell me. No idea

b) The landlord's let someone in for a viewing and they've swiped it then.

Either way, if I don't get them back within the week (whether someone knows about them, or spotted something come forward quick) I am going to kill whoever took them, assuming I find out at a later date. I don't care who it is. If they took them, they're dead.

Beefcake!!!

Just finished a 40 minute exercise programme. Who'd have thunk it? Me of all people. The time consuming stretching, the burning (yet satisfying) limbs. My shoulders are killing me, but that's a good thing. It means they're finally doing something other than keeping my arms where they should be.

I'm already noticing the effects. I caught myself in the mirror just before, and for the first time in a very long time, I was pleased with what I saw. I probably shouldn't admit that I stood in front of that mirror for longer than I should have. I probably shouldn't admit that I couldn't stop staring. But hell, why not? Admittedly, it's probably me whole be the only one to notice, but that's what this is all about. Building up my self confidence in the one way that I've never been able to try, through improving the preconceptions I have about my body. It doesn't have to be weak and weedy. And neither does my self confidence. Hell, I was rejected for promotion (again) this week (although I did get through the paper sift this time, wooo), but I couldn't really give a damn, because I'm beginning to like myself (that and I want the managers job more).

Hmmmm, I think I've become an adrenaline junky :-/

Enemy spy's afoot

News from the front:

The war goes well. The WP's are everywhere, yet nowhere. Invisible to the untrained eye, yet their influence can be seen for miles. No attacks until last night, maybe because I had my window closed the entire time. A rogue Syrphid fly (pictured) infiltrated HQ, managing to do so because they look almost exactly like Wasps (WP's). Their decoy didn't fool me and we sent him packing. That'll teach them.

Sincerely Warthog

P.S. Thanks for the cookies.

"Get to those phones"

Well the training at work is over now and I've passed (wooo). Now all I've got to do is worry about the fact that I may still not know what I'm doing. I'm sure it'll come to me. I've taken a few calls already and they were so so. I guess I'll just hold my breath and see how the rest of the week goes. I almost said next week 'cos my days off were yesterday and today. Man, working 'till 10pm Friday-Sunday is not going to be pleasant. Why did I move campaigns?.......oh yeah, to stop from hanging myself from boredom.

The WEIGHT is over

I eventually got around to buying some dumbells. Go me. Thankfully they came with some instructions on the different exercises to do for the different muscle groups, as well as the warm up exercises.

I've just now finished my first go and my arms are killing....well my left one is. It's always been the weaker of the two, strange since it's my writing hand. Ah, long ago are the days of proving this by playing Sonic Blast Man at the arcade.

Hopefully I've done it all right and I'm not making any mistakes. I think I know where my abdominal muscles are, it seems to mention them enough.

An irony hit me yesterday in fact, which I found rude of it. Nevertheless I picked myself up and studied it, and it was true. You need to have been lifting weights before you can carry a box of weights home. Oooh the painful irony.

Birthday party aftermath

Thanks to all those that came to the party.....and leaving it for us to tidy up.

If the person who keeps leaving cigarette butts in the bath comes forward now, your punishment may be less severe. However, if we have one more party and it happens again....well something will happen. Mark my typed words......it may just be me throwing a wobbly at the time, but it's something.

All in all, it was a pretty good night. It kicked off when we left to go to Krash, but then it always does when we leave. Next time we should definately just stay. Definately. To tell the truth, Krash isn't as good as I remembered it. So much so, I got quite drunk (with a lot of help from my spanking new Cocktail book, cheers :D ) and ran home. Through Byker. Lucky there wasn't anyone about really. When I got back Monk had turned and was camping it up like Graham Norton wearing Rod Hull's suit (Emu optional). I don't think it was a permenant conversion, but he had definately come down all queer...........stop me if that was too obvious. If I could be ashamed I would be haha.

The next day poked it's head from between the sheets and my legs still hurt. In fact they hurt right up until today. However, I wasn't the only one hurting. If the French DJ is going to bring random strangers back to ours then he's only asking for trouble, I'll let your imagination fill in the blanks.....but it involves a stranger spooning him in his sleep, the old reach around, then some cupping....that's all I'm going to say. I'm not even going to mention the fact that other people sat there watching and taking photo's. Or the fact that the guy jumped up and ran out of the door shouting "I'm out of here before I get accused of rape". My lips are sealed.

So yeah, interesting.