Empty bars in the afternoon

By means of extemporaneous discourse a study of the curiosities and peculiarities of the human condition in its many wicked and wise ways

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[54] The Winamp random playlist

Random, my arse! Okay, I have 3,170 tracks, and I’m no master of maths but by my reckoning that means a random playlist shouldn’t throw up A Day In The Life four times a day. Iron Maiden make up around 0.23% of the list, yet they’re on three times an hour. Winamp also has a knack of playing exactly the songs you don’t want to hear, and in the most infuriating combinations; Adagio for Strings followed by Incubus, The Smiths’ greatest song (which is *yays* There Is A Light…) followed by their worst (which is *shudders* Golden Lights). I am not alone in loathing this as Steven shares and understands this particular Grrr.

[125] The Twin Peaks opening titles

The Twin Peaks opening titles are the best thing in the world, full stop. I absolutely love them. It’s the only time I’ve ever felt compelled, really compelled to watch a programme. Old-style credits used to be so much better than they are now. Eerie Indiana, eh? God that was great. Twin Peaks has that feel to it, too, that only the Americans can manage. Like Northern Exposure and the X-Files, as I said to a friend earlier. It’s something in the way they’re filmed, that feels… right. Some guy with too much time on his hands said that nostalgia is a disease which pollutes our present lives. Sometimes constantly comparing the present to the past unfavourably only worsens your life. It’s a human trait though and and unavoidable one at that, so I don’t worry about it. Twin Peaks, man… sexy.

[290] Upbeat

I’m cool again. I was a bit dodgy for a few days but that passed delightfully quickly. I soon found things to be happy, or at least neutral, about so all is well with the world once again.

Things seem OK with Ruth, which I am happy about. Everyone else seems OK with each other too, which is nice to see. This summer was the first time there was any real hint of poeple not getting on totally, so it’s good to see things back how they should be.

My guts have improved since last weekend, mainly thanks to avoiding drink since then and this past weekend. Had a pint tonight but I’m always OK with just a pint or three, it’s when I forget myself and over-do things that I begin to suffer. I have an appointment to see someone in Manchester soon and hopefully they’l be able to give me read more.

[66] Another film that makes me cry

In Short Circuit 2, when Johnny 5 gets smashed up and wanders around back alleys alone. That’s tragic.

[126] Finishing packets of food

I get a peculiar satisfaction from finishing half-used packets of food and throwing the wrapper in the bin. I get a similar thing with working my way through a full cupboard of food after I’ve been shopping – there’s a strange pleasure in seeing the half-empty tins of beans being used up and thrown away, and watching the cupboard slowly empty until it’s time to go shopping again. Clearing out and throwing away all of Robert’s cupboards full of crap after he left felt very good. By the same token, I don’t like foods that last forever and never seem to go away, like bottles of oil, or ketchup, or salt, or bags of rice. They just sit there and never go. Something about that irritates me, niggles me. It’s only when the final few grains of rice drop into the pan and I can finally drop the packet in read more.

[68] Thongs

There seem to be two very distinct camps as regards ladies, erm, briefs. I am in the anti-thong camp. Everything about them is wrong. Words are failing me here, so it’s probably best illustrated with a couple of examples. This is good:

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And this is bad:

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It’s irrelevant to me anyway, seeing as how I’m apparently a closet gay, but in my ideal world there would be no thongs.



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