Sucker

I must admit that, despite slagging off the iTunes Music Store, I’m warming to it. I’ve bought two albums and one individual track in the last few days. If you’re after something relatively mainstream that you just don’t happen to have and aren’t bothered enough to go to the shop for, and you have broadband, it’s absolutely perfect.

Perhaps I’m just getting desperate because I know it’s going to be an indeterminate time before I get DSL from Verizon. Of course, I’m sure my phone will be hooked up on Monday, and I’ll get the DSL package by the week after that, just like they promised. Hahahaha.

I can trust them to cut off my existing phone line on Saturday, though. I would have been fucked if they’d done that and I really had lost my mobile, as opposed to it merely having been half-inched by a marmot.

I haven’t done any packing yet. I’ve had such a godawful day, and am going to have such a godawful day tomorrow, that I just can’t face it. Obviously the task gets worse the longer I put it off. I’m aware of this. Go away. Maybe I’ll do some in a bit, at least make a start. Why is it that I’ve had a godawful day? Well… um… okay, I’ll answer you, voice in my head. Everything’s really starting to happen at once. I knew it would, and I’ve planned for it, and things would be much worse if I hadn’t, so I’m really great, but that doesn’t completely alleviate the effect.

Only an idiot would plan to move at exactly the same time as two projects reach their zenith, or deadline, or other period of maximum stresscausingness, while also constantly feeling that this is all an utter waste of time and said idiot might as well be wanking for chips as going to work. Didn’t have that much choice, though. It was either that or stay in this excuse for a town for another six months, lose any chance of doing anything interesting at work, or lose my job altogether. And out of the three adjectives – isolated, bored and unemployed – which of those is an improvement? This is all a good idea. It is, it is, it is.

I’ve just heard Larry King say “like”, as in “who starved himself for like forty-five days in London” (this is, obviously, David Fucking Blaine rather than some anonymous anorexic). Oh, and my plea to American TV – keep broadcasting all the terrible smug sitcoms you like, only please, please stop talking about Princess Di. The Royals are a fucking embarassment. Nobody wanted to murder her, except perhaps me and millions of other people who couldn’t stand the charity clothes-horse, and she was not a threat to any grand conspiracy, she was a useless dimwitted bint to whom someone once said “hey, landmines are bad”. I don’t care whether Prince Charles is gay or not, either.

Look – to you this may be all lovely quaint court gossip stuff, but to me it’s a reminder that I was born in a country that never even had the sense to execute its royal family once and for all. People have the cheek to suggest that they’re great for the tourist industry – has the French slaughtering their lot reduced the number of people who visit Versailles? If you want the Windsors, you can fucking have them, and pay them millions a year for doing fuck all. See how quaint they seem then. Up against the wall with the lot of them, and bagsy first go on the machinegun.