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Saturday, March 24, 2007
1:59 PM Don't Touch That... Dangerous, Honey. Our impending office move resulted in a great day at work. Instead of doing the usual barcode related jiggery pokery, we spent the day cleaning up our workstations, eating pizza and drinking beers. Excellent! Best of all we were allowed to come in casual- jeans all round. It's a prett sad state of affairs that being able to wear your own regular clothes should create that much excitement. So, as I was pouring the contents of my 'in' tray into the recycle bin, I was shown the plan of the new office with specific detail as to where I'd be sitting:  There was only one possible response: "This service tunnel is how they're moving back and forth. There's a fire door at this end. The first thing we do is put a remote sentry in the tunnel and seal that door. So we put up welded barricades at these intersections... and seal these ducts here and here. Then they can only come at us from these two corridors and we create a free field of fire for the other two sentry units, here." Of course, nobody had a clue what I was talking about, and looked at me like I was some sort of stark raving mental man. HELLO?! Has nobody seen the film Alien 2???   Or it could just be that nobody is loserish enough to remember the non-event parts of the movie. ----- Urgh... if there's one social situation I'm really uncomfortable with, it's talking to someone right after they've hoovered up some Bolivian marching powder. It just makes me squirm. They go off on random tangents of conversation and I'm sometimes worried they might swing from acting like your best friend to wanting to stab you and eat your spleen. Said scenario occured this morning, and there was nothing I could do except agree with everything they said and say "shine on, you crazy diamond!". The incoherent ramblings did, however, throw up a little gem. The guy played some tracks by his mate's band, and they turned out to be pretty bloody good! So, check them out. They're called I Shouted Gun: www.myspace.com/ishoutedgunuk ----- I'm currently reading The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins. I'm only on chapter 3, but what I've read so far has been fantastic. It's explained how life could have come about from nothing, starting from little molecules which have an affinity to join up and replicate. It's quite strange, but the book is looking at life from the point of view of genes, and says that all we (and every other living thing) are just vehicles for carrying around DNA; that genes have evolved different ways of making sure they stay about by constructing elaborate robots (us) to carry them around. Freaky. There was also a great quote in the first few pages: "...the story of replicator molecules probably happened something like the way I am telling it, regardless of whether we choose to call them 'living'. Human suffering has been caused because too many of us cannot grasp that words are only tools for our use, and that the mere presence in the dictionary of a word like 'living' does not mean it necessarily has to refer to something definite in the real world." ----- I got Alien 2 on DVD for the bargain price of £3 today. Leave a comment ::
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Count me in as a bona fide citizen of Loserville!
Ha ha! I watched that exact bit of Aliens when it was on the telly the other week!
idv - if all the citizens of Loserville are that knowledgeable about movies then it seems like a pretty cool place to live.
If i'd have been there I would have suggested to "mostly move the furniture at night. mostly."
jiggles - I agree about the sequels, definitely the best of a good bunch. Hicks is pretty cool, I liked the bit where he boned Ripley, stuck a dynamite in the queen alien and then fell down the stairs.
I've never seen Aliens...but I liked how your post circled around at the end.
You've not seen Aliens?!
Game over man, game over!
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