Eggshell with Romalian type
21 09 2003Yesterday Tom arrived. We went to Templar’s Square, because Nikki needed an eye test, and while TOm and I wandered around looking for something to do for the 15 minutes she was gone, we chanced upon the business card machine…
A mere 6 minutes later, we were posessed of 20 business cards with subtle off-white coloring and a tasteful thickness. No watermark though.
Besides that, well, we dragged a broken trolley around Tescos, and in the spirit of neoanarchistic urban deconstruction, once it had been emptied, we dragegd it around the car park with the sheel bracket scraping on the ground to try and make sparks. We failed, but produced nice lines on the floor.
Sunday was, as ever, mostly uneventful. Cooked a chicken for Me, Tom and Nikki, and Ian sat in with his food and we had a civilised and witful dinner, set to the sounds of “Hail to the Thief” by Radiohead.
Which, Worms: Armageddon games aside, brings me to now. I used to be able to write volumes about this kind of thing but sometimes the motivation just isn’t there. I don’t even have a cool link to share because I appear to have forgotten them all.
I guess I could do some more ranting. Yeah. Ranting. What’s the deal with…Tuc biscuits. I dunno. I seem to be low on Ranting subjects too. I’ll tell you what though, off the back of “talk like a pirate day” I was considering finding like minded people to start “talk like someone who has actually been taught English day”. This is partially inspired by my whole Muse fiasco, which while calming down of late, has still left me with a huge amount of comments that don’t resemble English. I tell you, actually, that whoel debacle has taught me one thing. The illiterate are on the internet, and they really REALLY like Muse.
I guess I’ll do the Friday 5, actually. Usual reverse-order posting rules apply.
You are pretty cool, dude… into cool movies, cool stuff, and you seem to share a similar outlook on stuff to little ol’ me too.
Or not.
Anyway, hi and bye.