Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, after all that success, I’ve now got a cold. Chalk one up for over-stressed immune systems, or something. I suspect it was more going out in public for the first time in weeks, because Tom, Ian and I all got it on pretty much the same day, even though I was halfway up the country. I’m unofficially chalking this one up to the 3CR gig in Oxford, though part of me would like to blame my temptation of fate when I said to the others “Hey, we haven’t been ill at all this term.” It’s not a debilitating illness, yet.

Anyway, after getting the results, and having had the car repaired on the same day, we (that is, me, Nikki, Josh, Nikki’s Sister Jo and Sam’s Ex Jo) went to the other 3CR gig, in Stratford. The setlist was a little different to Oxford, and still good. Cox’s Yard is an odd venue. It appears to be modelled after a barn of some kind. It’s probably a good job there wasn’t really a mosh pit at the gig, because I don’t trust the tindersticks it’s built with to hold one. Josh conceded that Bitch Alert were actually alright, and I quite liked Hollywood ending, so all in all it was an adequate gig. 3 K’s, if you’re a Kerrang fan.

Life hasn’t really changed since I got a degree. Well, except for the illness. Everyone I know passed their degrees and/or exams, so everyone can give themselves a giant collective pat on their monsterously huge collective back. Satisfying stuff. I’m at kind of a loss with what to do with the days, so Ian and I end up watching a good 2 hours or so of cartoons a day. I did, however, download the Joey pilot earlier, and watched it. It’s a full episode’s length, though I suspect the actual pilot shown on TV might be a re-worked version of this plot, perhaps. The theme tune, such that it can be called a tune, is awful, but the jokes are about of equal quality to the last series of friends. At least, the better episodes. It’s not nearly as awful as it could’ve been. The setup is a little, er, blatantly formulaic, but that can be forgiven if the jokes are good. The main problem with it is that the actresses who play Joey’s sister and agent are just unwatchably annoying. I guess it’ll do as a replacement for Friends, but only because I have really low standards these days. I also managed to find some high quality Daria rips which should offset the worse TV I allow myself to watch.

Speaking of which, is Big Brother even going? It feels good to have totally missed out on it this year. It was so easy, too, all I had to do was avoid the TV and all newspapers for the last month.

Since this is a pretty insubstantial entry, motivated by my utter lack of event over the past day or two, I’m going to share with anyone reading this, a webcomic I found which is totally progressive. It’ll be in a nice little script I’ll be inventing for my new site wherein each day a box tells you what sites have been updated (or rather, tells me so I remember to visit and see what’s new) based on what day it is. Friday’s link will be A Softer World. My theory on what makes A Softer World such a great webcmic is that the narration and image are only loosely connected, and most of the context to tie them together is invented by the reader. It’s a real experiment with the form, I’ll give it that much, and though it can occasionally seem a bit art-student, it’s also got some damn funny stuff. It’s about equal parts surreal, sarcastic and melancholy. Also, it’s free, which is a cost we can all afford. Especially me.