I am sacrificing my privacy one morsel at a time

  It’s a good thing hardly anyone reads this, then, isn’t it?

  I have uploaded a list of some CDs (and a couple of proper actual records) that I own. I have removed the complete ‘what was I thinking?’ purchases, but left in some others which, whilst a little suspect, are not embarassing enough to warrant forsaking. Make of it what you will. I realise MSN Spaces has an in-built feature for listing music, but I also realise that this is utter toss, and I would not wish to wrestle with it even if my testicles were on the line. Well no, that’s a lie. It’s not that bad. But it is pretty bad.

We have a magic dishwasher and/or dishwasher tablet

  Yesterday, upon opening the dishwasher, my flatmate Alex discovered that the tablet we’d used was still intact. Bizarrely, the dishes were still perfectly clean. Attached are two images: a dishwasher full of clean dishes, and a tablet that is, other than some slight weathering, the same as it was when I removed it from the packaging. That’s strange. I hope it happens again, though. Also note that the filth below the dishwasher does not fall under the jurisdiction of the dishwasher tablet, and as such should not be taken to detract from its supernatural powers in any sense.

Something I forgot to mention

  As a graduation present from my mum I got a pocketwatch. That’s unbelievably cool. Now I just need a bowler hat, and, when I’m seriously rich, a tweed suit. Then none shall stand before me; my rule shall be absolute. Cower, peons, for it is only a matter of time.

  Ooh, someone searching for ‘cocaine is good’ found this blog! Hurrah! The fact that they almost certainly will have left immediately doesn’t detract from the pleasure I derive from this knowledge. A quick check confirms that I come right after the top entry (The Good Drugs Guide) on Google.

[The above obviously refers to my MSN Spaces blog.]

A discovery

  Whilst searching for my only pair of smartish shoes (as opposed to my other pair of shoes, which have year-old mud on them) I found my Mogwai music box. This pleased me greatly. Once more I can enjoy Tracy in all its twinkly plinkiness.

  I’ve hardly been spending any time at all in my bedroom recently, other than to sleep. This has resulted in it sinking into an even direr state than usual, and an even more marked absence of interest in my blog (by me, that is – I am fully aware that outside interest is so near to nothing as to make no odds); if it wasn’t for the fact that I feel the need to check my emails every now and then, I might not have turned the computer on for weeks. Then again, my only other means of listening to music is my walkman thingy, which is hardly the same, and which also is only used when I’m going out for some reason, said reasons being few and far between. Since the prospect of surrendering my entire musical input to the television and other media is a downright distressing one, it may be best that I spend half an hour or so at the PC every once in a while, if only for the sake of my taste and sanity.

A little worrying

  I can’t remember what I was going to put in that aborted entry. Not to worry. I’m sure it was inane to the point of criminality. I just thought I’d post my current feelings. I recently turned 21 (as I’m sure you could have gathered), and I suddenly got the feeling that I’d made a significant dent into my twenties (one tenth, to be precise) without having done an awful lot. I’m not generally one to focus too much on getting things done, but it really does feel like my youth is sneaking past me. I’ll be old before I know what’s going on, and still an aimless fool.

Wank

  I wrote an entry, but when I submitted it I was informed that MSN Spaces was at that moment being updated, and that I’d have to try again later. It’s understandable that at that moment my text should not be committed to storage at their end, but I feel that it should at least be reproduced within my own browser for the purpose of saving me from writing it again. How can Microsoft fail to take such an obvious and annoying thing into account? I can only conclude that they hate us. Either that or they’re stupid.

  Fuck you, whoever’s fault this is. It’s a good thing it wasn’t a long entry. I might even attempt to reproduce it at some later juncture, once I feel less annoyed.