Thursday, August 01, 2002

 
Wonderful. Just spent inordinate amount of time burbling about yesterday's interview (brilliant fun, lovely people, drinkable-ish beer), what percentage of my arse is likely to be visible through my Venetian blinds and the garden hedge and why I think Cameron Crowe had been consuming lotus-flavoured rose-tinted acid-floss for some time when he wrote 'Almost Famous', and of course it all gets mauled by some strange yet common (apparently) bug and lost forever. This place is a knife-edge and a tightrope and a bearpit for those of the techno-not-especially persuasion.

I was also having an internal - well, external, in fact - debate as to how much I'd be likely to reveal on here (I think that's where the arse/blinds/hedge interface came into it). All I decided thus far is that I'm probably going to stop somewhat short of the candour of this bloke at http://mowgil.com/journal/. Where is that handy 'click this to add a link if you're stupid and lazy' button? I can't be arsed to look for it. Tsk, education. I'll come back and right that wrong. When I can be bothered.

It's no wonder I haven't got a career.

(Three minutes later)

mowgil.com/journal

There. Now I can sleep the sleep of the righteous tonight, and halfway towards lunchtime tomorrow as well.

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