I’m finding work particularly frustrating, meaningless and dull at the moment and so I wrote another bit of ho ho Bush satire – a Five Point Plan generator.
This one just grabs various verb and noun phrases from that particular speech and spits out five things to do to save Iraq that are just as meaningful as his were, and less boring. Needs a little graphical work.
It’s John Cage quiet again round here. I’m going up the fucking wall. My hangover has mostly vanished but I find it quite hard to tell whether I’m hungover or not sometimes. The environmental and psychosomatic effects of being here – nausea, anxiety, confusion, dizziness, general dysphoria – quickly overcome anything else you may be feeling, so you’re always worse at the end of the day than you were when you woke up in the morning, even if your first thoughts were “what the hell? why am I still wearing my trousers? hey, I don’t feel hungover at all! oh, hold on, here it comes… urgh“.
I find “sick building syndrome” a misnomer since sicknesses generally affect those who have them. It’s not the building that’s sick. I wish it was. Let the building sit there bitching about its job, chomping antacids and sneaking off for fags and to play Final Fantasy Tactics in the loo. You’d get to read the building’s blog, as well, which I think would be novel, though I bet someone’s going to now comment that there’s already a massive building blog community, and they’re actually considered a bit passé now everyone’s worked out that Wall de Jour is actually a jobbing screen door from the Standard.
Saw my first dragonfly of the year today. There are also Canada goslings around, which are not only fuzzy but haven’t yet developed the arrogance of their gangster parents.
Oh yeah, and I’m going to be upgrading my hosting so I have an SQL database, a better processor and a version of Perl written this century. I’m anticipating that this will happen on Monday or Tuesday, and the thing will be down for 24 hours or so. I’ll be on my livejournal and/or Mirrorball of course. What did you expect?