This Is Not A Democracy

The new laptop - Ultra-Bob - is go.


Now to try to recover stuff. You have no idea how much I worship Foxmarks.

Can anyone remember the Greasemonkey link for Old Skool LJ?

Julie and I have decided we're going to Chicago - probably in November.

Fuck. Yes.

Over all highest average (9.33 out of 10) in Team Angst.

Over all winning team.

New bandom buddy (likethepaint).

I do believe, my friends, that is a FUCKING WIN.

So, I had my first drum lesson with a guy called Louis, who reminds me a lot of my uncle Saul.

I felt bizarrely comfortable behind the kit and he told me I actually have good rhythm and a strong sound already and that mostly I need to work on my grip for now. I was also way better at playing along to the music track than playing by count.

He definitely did not say that I should give up because I'm cack-handed and shit, as I had feared he would.

Now I just need to call back and arrange my lessons.

Blimey.

It's been quite a week, so far.

By the way - I think I forgot to mention: I have a new phone! Same number as always, but now with added camera, bluetooth, realtones, interwebz and... TV.

Ya, rly.

So. Stuff, then.

Went on a Paranormal Investigation on Saturday/Sunday at the Clink Prison museum. By a weird fluke, the curator was someone I remembered from primary school. It was very strange. I walked home with Steve, who used to be in the Gay Psychics thing with me and Ian (Steve was one of the team leaders on the day) and the walk back to Trafalgar Square was fricking bizarre.

While we were in there, it had rained enough for drains to flood. We walked back along Embankment and at one point distinctly heard the sound of footsteps running along wet pavement behind us. I turned around and there was no one there. We kept walking. As we got to Cleopatra's Needle we were talking casually, as psychics are wont to do, about the ghost stories associated with the area - in particular the naked man said to bolt across the road and launch himself into the Thames, where he's said to have drowned. Imagine the looks on our faces, then, as, just as we reached the western edge, there was a colossal splash.

Something like: O.O

It was one freaky-ass experience. Especially when we then we were shortly gifted with a thunderstorm.

Anyway: Ian just asked me to join them at Kelvedon Hatch, as a member of the team. He'd already acted as if I was a member of the group at The Clink - advising people to come to me to close down from the meditation we'd started with, if they needed to leave for any reason (I know fuck all about Chakras and hate meditation because I'm too restless, so that was a bit of a shock - I'd better do some reading up). Today he emailed me and said he loves my psychic drawing (read: my scribbling) and asked if I wanted to come along as a member of the team. They're trying to sort out transport, so I said yes.

I'm officially a Ghostbuster again. Well. I've got the bust, they've got the ghosts, so...

I wanted to go to Kelvedon Hatch when Ian first announced it. It's one scary-ass place, from what I've heard. It's where the country would have been run from if the world have come to nuclear war. During the contruction of the place, it's said that a man fell into the cement. He's still there. Or, what's left of him is. People have paid to spend a week living down there and not lasted a night. It's one scary-ass place... I don't know if I mentioned that. However, that's all I know about the place. I don't know whether to read up on it or not - I don't want to taint my perception of the place, but I don't want to go in blind. I'll think about it.






The other stuff I felt like mentioning was a realisation I came to yesterday, while considering the fact that Valentine's Day approaches apace... More depressing even than unrequited love at this time of year, is a life so fucking lonely than there isn't even anyone you want to send a card to.

For the first time in FIVE YEARS I am learning a new song on my bass.

I've tuned it, dusted it (five years of being unplayed gets grubby even in a case) and now my fingers hurt - but I'm learning one of my favourute basslines ever, so I DON'T CARE.




I need a strap and a cable to plug it in, mind.

Both my Hammersmith Fall Out Boy tickets and my FueledByRamen 'FALL OUT BOY IS A GANG' t-shirt arrived today!

W00t!

I ♥ Fueled By Ramen. I also love that the dollar is worth so little, lately, because it means everything I buy is half price. AND they take Paypal.

FTW.

Feeling a bit better today. I slept over 12 hours and only got up at half four. Now I'm watching "A Castle in the Country" which is about Glamis (pronounced GLAHM-z), in Scotland - my favourite castle, and supposedly one of the most haunted buildings in the world. The Queen Mother was raised there, and she hated the Blue Room, which is allegedly one of the worst for paranormal disturbances. It's riddled with secret rooms and was once supposed to house the badly deformed son of one of the Lairds. He was such an embarrassment they hid him away, but there is a portrait of him with the boy by his side in one ofthe rooms. I believe the child's skin is a greenish hue (it's a long time since I had my books on the matter).

So: your random fact for the day, there.





I want noodles.

Oh my God!

CANADA SO WANTS ME FOR A SUNBEAM!!!1!!four

You know I recently said that they halved their immigration fees? Now they've removed the list of skilled roles and basically replaced it with a post it note reading, "As soon as you get a job just buy us a beer, eh?"

*RUNS AROUND SQUEALING*

Now all I need is the money to apply and afford to go.

For someone who rarely watches Top Gear, I am inordinately pleased to hear that Hamster sat up in bed last night, asked Clarkson what had happened and responded to the information that he'd been in a car accident with the query, "Was I driving badly?" before wandering off to the loo.

So much for brain damage.