Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, I guess that makes christmas over. Today, with the news that the Zim DVD I’d bought is actually pushed back until April, I went out and laid down the cash for the 3-disc set of Spaced instead. Spaced is a comedy series with Simon Pegg in about a bunch of penniless and unemployable twentysomethings living in London, so you can probably see why I find it funny. That is, for the same reason people who work in offices find “The Office” hilarious and I just kind of stare blankly as jokes fly cleanly over my head with a 3 foot clearance.

I also bought “Dead @ 17″ with the forbidden planet vouchers I got, a graphic novel I’ve been wanting to read for a while. I had planned to buy one of the Zim figures but they only had the less decent ones there. I wanted a Zim or GIR, and instead I had a bunch of Dibs and Tallest Purples to choose from. None of them especially bad figures, but they’re bound to be reduced soon, given how many are left. It’s not my week for Zim merchandise, I guess. Afterwards, I spent a while trying to decide what else I could get but I kept wanting to check if I could get it for cheaper off eBay or bol or something. I decided to go with Dead @ 17 because it’s the one I wanted to read most. It’s slightly more indie than the other things I was considering, and with that in mind it seems like a good investment, since I’m expanding my horizons.

Yesterday I watched Spider-Man 2 again, with the commentary. Toby Maguire’s on it this time, so it’s a much better one that was on the original Spider-Man. In fact, i’m not even sure Sam Raimi was on that one. I also watched the text commentary, which had a load of factoids popping up, and that was fun even if I did know 90% of them. I had dinner at home with mum, terry and rob, and then went up to Nikki’s where we watched “The quiz of the year” or whatever it was called, because it had simon pegg, jimmy carr and jonothan ross on. It wasn’t as funny as it might’ve been had they followed the HIGNFY pre-scripted model; it was mostly improvised, which kind of gave the impression that all these TV funnymen aren’t actually that funny when they’re trying to play a quiz game and don’t have an autocue or scriptwriters helping them out. No more so than any other group of people shoved together in front of a TV camera might be.

Tomorrow, I’m back at work. Nikki’s staying over for a week, which gives me something nice to come home to, and then on Friday former housemate Tom is coming to stay for new year. That’s former to our (Oxford) house rather than, say the Big Brother house.