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December 3, 2008

Oh! Did you wake me??

I do believe I should be putting more effort into the upkeep of this place. Not that any fucker ever visits, you understand, but it’ll make me feel better, I suppose.

Life is… a bit odd, at the moment. I’m suddenly employed, properly, with PAY and everything, for the first time since February. I still live at home and my parents are outrageously kind with regards to keep (£30 a week plus I have to wash dishes/clothes/tidy/etc - yes, I’m a regular fucking Ben-derella, and these are things everyone should do anyway, but there you go, I’m not the one setting the price) so I have just a tiny bit more disposable income than I’ve been accustomed to for the past 6 months or so prior to my first paycheck.

Maybe I’ll decide to move out and take some actual responsibility for myself, but that’s only going to happen once I know I’ve got a job after March. Don’t be so impatient, dear reader. Christ, no wonder you’ve got an ulcer.

Also I feel like I’m getting my friends back, a little bit. Not sure how else to put it, really; it just seemed as if some of us were drifting apart a little bit. Perhaps that’s just my usual paranoia rearing its snaggletoothed spitting head (as per frigging usual), but it’s been smashed in that same head with a brick because - and let’s face it, I probably don’t say this enough - my friends are basically awesome.

I don’t really enjoy being all retrospective and gushy, but yes. I have been, there. Just a bit. Not that any of you turncoat fuckers will read this, but you’re all great and lovely people. There you go. My annual mate-praise, out of the way. Fantastic.

Oh, did I mention that I now have a stupidly hairy chin? I tried my hand at beard husbandry and it seems to have worked. I look like a tit, mind, but it keeps the lower half of my face rather toasty in the arctic breezes we seem to be getting at the moment. Silver linings all over the fucking shop.

Also, it has been brought to my attention that I give good voice. I know it’s an impossible dream, a pipe dream, a dream that only a bit of a divvy could probably dream, but what the hell; I would not mind somehow perhaps in the future attempting to do some voiceover work. The only downside is I’m not a trained actor. BUT I HAVE A GOOD VOICE.

Do I often talk about myself this much? Apparently so. Shit.

BONUS - I was digging through my loft last week when I found this old board game called $00PABOWL!!! which looked a little bit ragged but otherwise quite serviceable. I’ve not bothered playing the game itself yet, but it DID come with an old C90 which had instructions on. I recorded it for you all to hear; it’s super-confusing in parts but mostly it sounds quite straightforward. What d’you think?

In the words of the estimable John Hodgman, THAT IS ALL.