Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Today Nikki arrived back home to discover that our phone line, which was knackered for a period of time last week, appeared to be knackered once more. We later discovered when I turned on my PC to get Nikki’s laptop working with the wireless router, than it’s just the voice calls that’ve gone south, and surprisingly the DSL is working fine, which comes as something of a relief to me. I managed to catch up on most of the stuff I missed after being away from the ‘net, and discovered that the Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad appear to have sneaked out a few releases, which stitches up some of the free time for the next few days.

It’s kind of useful that we can download TV to watch because after buying a Digibox, I got it home only to discover Argos managed to give me a totally different version to the one I requested, fobbing me off with one we specifically avoided buying in Tescos for £5 cheaper. AND they told me I’d need to buy a SCART cable seperately, which I did, only to discover this different version came packed with one. Cunts. We took the whole kaboodle back and got the money returned.

However, I feel I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ve been gone weeks, so there must be a whole bunch of stuff to document in meticulous and intensely interesting fashion. However, I can’t remember it, so you’re spared. Suffice to say it probably involved building furniture and moving boxes. A week ago on Sunday (or possibly Monday. I forget.) we cleaned the shit out of the old house to prepare it for handing back to the guys, and we just about managed it in, ooh, about 10 solid hours of work. The next few days we were wrangling with BT over the phone line, and back to work (which as I may have mentioned, came as something of a relief) and then settled into a routine of watching dodgy TV and waiting for the internet to get activated and return the world to our fingertips.

We did watch a few quite interesting things, actually, like the thing yesterday about people and their RealDolls (individuals who fall in love with overpriced, inanimate sex-aids) and another thing about a boy who had memories of a past life called “The boy who lived before” which unfortunately was all a bit anticlimatic. I can’t help but feel they needed another few months of following the case to try and figure out a more satisfying resolution than “Well, some of this is true but some isn’t and it’s not really clear what’s going on.”

On Saturday Seb had his somewhat belated housewarming (accurate term, that place becomes an oven with 6 people in, let alone the 15-20 that were there on Saturday) which was one of those “We all need livejournal username” parties. There were plenty of familiar faces, I met Celentari who I’d previously spoken with over e-mail, and after all was done drop_and_roll came and stayed over at ours. Cappsy went to bed quite early on, claiming he could recognise the impending passing-out of himself, unlike Symes who managed to soldier on until he did pass out, at which point he was subjected to face-drawing antics that were only mostly cleared up when a bunch of us went up to Forbidden Planet later the next day. I got myself some comic boxes there and began the great reorganisation that comes with having more space for comic boxes. After that I came home, had dinner, then Nikki and I went up to hang out at Seb’s for an hour or so watching Alan Partridge and trying not to alienate others while discussing A Scanner Darkly, before everyone was ready to go home. Anyway, since it was Seb’s party you might as well check out his version of events over this way.

I’m sure there’s plenty more I could go on about but even now I’m approaching the limits of acceptable trivia. I’ve got a bunch of pictures of the new place and I’ll post an online guided tour tomorrow, but if you’re excessively interested you can always look at Nikki’s Flickr profile, I guess. Try to restrain your enthusiasm though.