Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I would’ve updated yesterday, but I’ll be honest. I didn’t have a great morning and it seemed a bit too close to reflect on. Yesterday I got up in the early hours as is customary for a Monday, had a nice morning chat with Nikki and inadvertantly set myself about 5 minutes late getting ready. I rushed about in a kind of sub-conscious haze such as those I have documented in previous weeks, I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say as I began my icy trek towards the bus stop, my fate was long sealed.

As we sat on the Wheatley bus, I noticed my bag was open. This meant I had not closed it. Neurons fired and a chain of electrochemical reactions cascaded through my brain. I had not closed my bag. Therefore I had not touched it since last night, other than to pick it up. This meant I had not put anything in, and specifically, not my Networking homework. And this is how I found myself sitting on the top floor of the Wheatley bus, resting a borrowed pad of paper on my knee, doing my homework from memory. For the first time since we got them, the new buses actually benefitted me, because the old ones were so juddery that any coherant writing would’ve been impossible, but with the new ones, it was easily within my abilities.

After that, I had 3 hours of the most mind-numbing networking crap ever. I was going to whinge about how horrible it was but I can’t even begin to talk about the pointlessness of the whole exercise. Instead I’m going to skip ahead to Monday night and the excellent watching of Kill Bill. Nikki and I went to see it with Si, Matt, Rach, Ian, George, Tom and various other connected people, and the universal view was that yes, it fucking rules. There’s so much to say but so little is criticism or analysis, it was simply just very cool. Pretty much my one problem with the film? It was too short. I could’ve watched more, but they cut it up and won’t release the rest until bloody February. Ah well.

Today I did many productive things, including getting up before Midday and getting council tax certificates. This morning we went to Wheatley and got our Computing Projects on track. Bob Champion (Both by name and nature, I feel) pointed us in the right direction, so when I came home I write out an e-mail to, and just received one back from Hazel Peperell. All signs point to “good” because she concurs that my precitive/adaptive text messaging idea is sound and that I should come discuss it, so I’ll e-mail her tomorrow and say “Yes, I shall come in on Thursday for some form-signing fun.” or words to that effect.

This evening, Rachel came over and the five of us watched that BBC police documentary thing. It was quite horrific. Obviously there’s a clear bias being portrayed but the fact remains, even if this is not a completely representative sample, it’s hard not to think that the police are much better than the criminals themselves. I never had much faith in the police, specifically, but I’d say it’s currently at an all-time low. There aws also a general feeling between ourselves that the policemen who got caught be racist are all idiots, since the guy seemed to entrap them all by just dropping into conversation something like “So, what would you do if a black person was in a car?” or “Hey, how is your new assignment? I hear you guys are all pretty prejudiced against asians there. Any comments?” I can’t wait to see the fallout from this, I’m even considering going to buy the Mail and see what their spin on it is. I’m predicting that they’ll probably have a big page dedicated to either ignoring it entirely, or about the evil crimes committed by minorities. There was also one ethnic officer referred to in the program who I’m guessing they’ll perhaps target and dig up dirt on about how much of a victim he is not..