Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, it’s Tuesday and the week isn’t showing many signs of doing much. On Thursday I’m going to London to see a house and sign up to some job agencies, but in the meantime all I’m doing here is getting ill somehow. I have a really bad sore throat, and it’s quite annoying. It’s making it hard to play Megaman, which incidentally, I am up to number 8 of. Productive.

This morning, I awoke to find 2 issues of Demo had arrived for me. I know most people here won’t know what I’m even talking about, but Demo is just a great comic. I could talk about it for ages, but for now I’ll have to say that Demo seems to get better with every issue. #8 and #9 are probably some of the best comics I’ve read all year. That brigtened up the morning considerably, and then some time in the mid afternoon I found the absolute holy grail of jobs to apply for. A job that wanted PHP, CSS, XHTML and SQL, for a graduate getting their a first or second job, and pays £20k a year. I sent a CV and letter there and then, because it’s almost too good to be true. It’s rare I see a job advertised that wants exactly the skills I have, and doesn’t require 10-15 years of experience. In fact, I get the feeling someone’s playing a joke on me. Let’s hope I hear back from that one.

Speaking of which, I never did hear back from SPG, despite repeated attempts at getting an answer out of them. Ah well, I guess that means I didn’t get the job, though I can live with that, it would’ve been nice to have been able to find out exactly why, though. A pity, it seemed like a cool place. At least now I nkow they exist and have some kind of history with them rejecting me like some kind of raggied doll, I do get to look at their share prices in the paper and mock when it goes down a quarter. That should teach them.

I spent he weekend not watching much of the olympics, though I was quite interested in the marathon, if only because it was actually beginning in Marathon, like the original one. It wasn’t entirely like the original because that one started with a large battle, the runner died at the end, and in europe it’s called Snickers, but from a historical perspective I think it’s quite cool to have the Olympics in Athens, and to have people running the “original” Marathon. Of course, in watching the marathon, I also found out a lot about Paula Radcliffe, who I had previously never heard of. She was going to be our big medal hope, and then she dropped out, and then I noticed the papers were calling her a “hero” which seemed a little more than patronising to me, but maybe I’m just too cynical there.

Besides that, in the whole Olympics, I’ve watched some Archery where the archer woman got annoyed and didn’t take a shot, and cried when she was knocked out as a result (which seems to be a theme with the olympics, be you male, female, or women’s weightlifter) We watched some women’s weightlifting at Dad’s, and it was pretty disturbing. Most of them were androgynous, but not in a brian molko way, more like, eastern european hormonal abuse way. Some scary stuff.

Luckily, a remedy for that was provided by the women’s volleyball. Finally, a sport I can appreciate. A sport where the taking part is what counts. Do they even keep score? I don’t remember taking notice of any. Whoever thought it up was a genius. That, however, ends my interest in the Olympics, though. Oh, I’ll be interested to see if Paula Radcliffe runs in the 10,000 metres, actually. Nikki and I agreed that she probably should’ve taken a dive to save her dignity. All her weeping and physical torture kind of remnded me of this year’s big brother, now that I think about it. No wonder she’s so popular with the papers.