Archives For April 2003
goooooooood morning world…
so it’s back to work this morning but i’m up early for other reasons, you don’t have much control on most of the factors in your life, however your technology should be one of them…
i definitely married the right woman, vic you are genius and a star. my love took down her imac and replaced the hard drive on her own last night (well i walked her through it over the phone)
…which brings me to the failings of technology…
it’s supposed to behave a certain way, there is no random behaviour (i believe that, really i do (tongue firmly in cheek)) we did everything correctly now it’s back to the drawing board on this cause after 2 hours and a drive replacement… nada, zip, zero, hard drive is not showing up when the machine boots and i know it works, well it was working when it left trinidad two days ago.
however fear not, our intrepid heroes will prevail.
in other news, i’m a constant seeker of information and on this quest for knowledge i came across this lovely tidbit…
i came really close to quitting my job today, i haven’t been that pissed for a while, but the weight of my commitments outweighed the weight of my righteous indignation.
i’m calmer now, but i could really use a drink and a drinking buddy.
sigh. this life truly sucks (badly with teeth) right now.
ok, back to pretending to work, i’ll post more developments later.
oh my fucking god, i just finished reading something that scared the fuck out of me. sometimes fact is scarier than fiction i’m a big stephen king fan, but nothing he’s ever written has ever frightened me like this…
read it and form your own opinion.
i’m a little to stunned to comment right now.
i took the day off work today.
woo hoo. i know i keep bitching about how much i hate my job, you would think i should just put up or shut up but part of the problem is i’ve burned, bombed (shock and awe type bombing) and destroyed quite a few bridges in my time in the advertising industry here. people are a little afraid to hire me.
it’s not that i don’t have the talent, it’s the ‘prima donna attitude’ i’m not a prima donna, perfectionist with a low tolerance level for shit – yes, prima donna – no. i do good work, i work hard, but advertising here is more about who you know and who you (insert male bonding ritual here) on the weekend, than anything to do with real talent. with very few exceptions, nothing in the print media stands out anymore, no one wants to take a chance on a fresh look.
that said, as crappy as the pay and personalities at the office, i think i did some of damn good work yesterday on this presentation, it’s good to be inspired.
in other news i have to thank my friends for continuing to supply me with some of the strangest and most entertaining things online.
here is but one example:
things my girlfriend and i have argued about
quite funny, british humour.
i’m off to save the world, or at least get breakfast, prepare for a meeting and go fix a mac and ponder how to stop this damn coughing..
awake, alive, aware.
still fighting this goddamn flu and no it’s not SARS, the only reason i’m going to work today is that i have work to finish for a presentation and i always finish a project.
i have to admit i’ve done quite a lot of shit in my life, but the right things i do, stand out like a beacon. 🙂
i love you vic.
i made all sort of excuses before making this post today.
waiting to see how my day at work went, then came home and watched mindless tv for hours. i’m hooked, xfiles, charmed, gilmore girls and smallville. now it’s late and i’m getting the flu…
but i decided today is not a day for bitching. even though i’m getting the flu and my job sucks, blah, blah, blah…
today’s post is about victoria, for those of you, who don’t know, vic is my wife of 1 year, 3 months and 4 days, who i’ve seen once (7 month ago in london) since we got married.
the reason for our separation a long story, needless to say it involves some measure of bureaucracy (lots and lots of it, but that is a matter for another, less positive post)
in brief… vic is the love of my life, she is my joy. she makes me tremendously happy and strangely one of the reasons for my constant depression is that i’m away from her, it’s difficult to focus your energies when it seems like a major piece of your life is missing.
ok, i’m sliding the path of the maudlin plus i just started a major coughing fit, so i’m going to turn in for the night and continue this when i awake.
peace
nina simone, jazz great and source of comfort died today. i didn’t know her personally, but her music, has been a part of my life for a long time.
in the last 3 months two of my musical icons have moved on, never to utter another note.
farewell to you both, andre tanker and nina simone.
thank you for the music.
i have come to the conclusion after staying home for the last four days, i truly am antisocial, i have no desire to go out and interact with people. i was supposed to go to a wedding yesterday and i just didn’t, i have no valid excuse, i just stayed in, slept the afternoon away. today is another one of those days, i realise how much i missed my daily routine…
is full time employment for me? if i get this job, even with better pay, am i going to be happy?
i miss watching charmed and er in the morning, i had a schedule…
what is really need i think is a raison d’etre, a focus for my energies. something to justify my existence.
in other news, i’ve been watching a lot of television, sometimes it’s just on as background noise and i can only conclude that people will do anything for 15 minutes of fame (like i should talk…).
when will the insanity of reality tv come to an end. how much more personal humiliation will people go through?
here is my idea for the survivor series… put them somewhere really remote like antartica and when they get voted off, let them find their way back to civilisation.
now that would be some much more entertaining… 🙂 and all these former celebrities (and i use the term loosely) put all of them in a pit and let them battle it out. one hit wonders, former tv stars, b movie actors, talk show hosts, former reality show contestants, everybody, into the pit and battle for your 15 minutes of fame. last person standing gets the 15 minutes of all their competitors at the end of the allotted time, the disappear, never to be heard of again.
obviously i have too much time on my hands or i’m just too bitter. or a combination of the two.
welcome oh welcome to our little play…
another scorcher of a day here, and another day of abject laziness, the only reason i’m up this early, is that there is formula one on tv. i’m a fan and that does not, according to a friend, make me eurotrash.
it’s been an interesting season so far and even without the accidents, today’s race was pretty exciting.
i’ll be back later with more interesting and informative comments on life in the tropics.
adieu.