Well, yesterday was a little hectic, trying to get this bloody bottle finished. Sent it off but turns out the cap was wrong so I had to cobble it all together from various bots of photos combined with some retouching magic from me. I was quite impressed at getting an embossed glass crest on the front of the bottle in a relatively short time with one one tatty photo, taken from totally the wrong angle, as help. Go me. I have a far less interesting job to do today, compounded by the fact that the end result will be shit no matter what I do as the original idea is dreadful. Kinda hard getting the enthusiasm to do something when you know it will look gash at the end of it.
Popped out for a couple of pints with the flatmate last night. Not the usual thursday as he has company drinks tonight. Was canny although it was slightly marred by us being sat at the table right beneath the projection telly. So we had gurning idiot posh boys gawping at the chelsea match in their grotesquely expensive stripy jumpers above our heads. You just look at these people and know they aren't really interested in football. The modern football fan. 'oooo, I hate the arsenal I do, come on the blues. Why aren't we winning by loads yet? it's a disgrace'. But I had a good chuckle. Got back and the flatmate made 2 of his specially modified garlic baguettes, fucking great with a nice cup of tea while I drunkenly tried to stumble around in half life 2. More dreams but I don't remember them. Got up this morning and had a little bit more read of my book. And fuck me if it doesn't continue to blow my ordinary little brain box. I won't attempt to do any kind of ham-fisted summations of the bit I read but to me it's just the perfect book I've been looking for. I'd highly, highly recommend it, 'the goldilocks enigma - why is the universe just right for life?' by, errr, someone davies or summat. I'm so blown away by it that I am definitely going to write a letter to him, just to say 'thanks very much'. The mix of elements of philosophy with modern scientific theory is corking, I like his appreciation of life, instead of dismissing it as chemical scum on a non-entity of a planet. I'll do a more coherent ramble on this tonight or summat, I might finish it then do another 'fucking hell, amazingly head bursting' type drivel entry which I'm sure all you few readers are bored fucking shitless of. I just never tire of shit like this that can just open your brain up to the wonders and mystery of, well, fucking everything. Just read an amazon review and it sort of mentions the conclusion, which sounds astounding. I shall definitely be re-reading it, which I rarely ever do with books. I left the house this morning elated with knowledge I'd just taken in, looking round at things with a smile on my face. I saw the fluffy scared grey cat from next door. She normally runs away at the first sight of anyone she doesn't know but she didn't today, she looked at me and I crouched down. She considered coming closer as I tried to encourage her, she moved a little, but then I took one step forward and she pegged it. Progress at least, I'll work up to eventually giving her a bit fuss, she's such a sweet looking thing. I love cats, always grown up with them. Well, I love all animals really. I walked down the road and noticed the lovely Jay sat in the tree, I dripily couldn't resist saying a wee 'hello' to him as I was feeling so joyous, little realising a woman was just leaving her house and clearly saw me do it. hey ho. She seemed to have a rather quick pace in front of me, she probably didn't see the Jay and just assumed I was a fucking nutter.
A bus drove past me earlier with a Macmillan Nurses ad on the side, they've used a dreadful font which sails terribly close to the horrific 'comic sans'. If it was possible to twat fonts I would kick comic sans to the fucking moon
anyways, best get back to work |
