Crankypants.

I have a small case of the grumps. I don't know why, nothing's really set me off. I'm just feeling a little bitter about unspecified things. It could be hormonal. I could be having some sort of man-period. Or not.

I buggered up a couple of times at work tonight. Ah well, that's a shame. We're going to have a few customers with their crankypants on. Luckily I won't have to deal with it. I'm a model employee, aren't I? So responsible and service oriented. Buy shit from me!

And you know, since uni's finished, I've felt a little useless. There's a big hole in my life at the moment. There aren't any assignments that I've got to do. No essays to write, nor any lab reports to finish. There's no pressure at all. And maybe I need a little pressure. Like those deep sea fish that survive at the bottom of the ocean but then die when you bring them from the murky depths up to the surface.


On a much much lighter note, Queerpenguin Sam was kind enough to list In Another Life in the "back-slapping, I-love-youse-all" edition of his weekly SX column. Rock. On.

So while the love is being spread around, I thought I might indulge in a little bit love-spreading myself. Erm... yeah. Gah! I know you're thinking it. Get your minds out of the sewers and into the gutter with the rest of us.

So here we go.

Jeb and Adam. They've been together for yonks. Yonks I say! One's into his beer, metal and footy the other one likes trying out new martial arts moves on the former. See, there's a healthy level of rough and tumble in their relationship, it seems. I mean, the roughest I've ever been with a lad was the occasional tickle fight. None of the boys I've had the pleasure of dating have had the slightest interest in, I don't know, tackle rugby. Because gosh, I'd love to take one down. On the field of course, in the full spirit of sportsmanship. Hmm. Notice how I turned this whole paragraph into a thing about me instead of about them? That's no good.

Tottyworld. What more can I say? It's a world of totty. That sums it all pretty well, I think.

Dawei's House of Debauchery and Beeyotching. What's with blogs and their titles being strangely descriptive of the content therein? Dawei's House indeed contains much debauchery (tastefully, yet frankly portrayed, of course), as well as much beeyotching. That's what the internet needs more of: witty beeyotching!

evijhserf. He's an American ex-pat from London, living in LA. Yes, it does make sense; he's an American readjusting to life in America. Meanwhile, check out his mash-ups and mix tracks, under the psuedonym DJ Jonny Moirée.

People Who Need To Be Glassed. As the tag line of this group blog declares, "everyone featured on this site requires a fucken glassing". Absolutely hilarious. Often offensive though, but bugger it. Never fails to elicit even the guiltiest of chuckles.

Sydney Spy. Sydney and Sinny Yooni, as viewed from odd angles and often with amusing consequences. Clueless as to what to do with your Casey Donovan CDs? Sydney Spy has all the answers.

I'd love to go on, but I think I'll leave it there for now.


Listening to:
Title: Stop
Artist: Spice Girls
Album/station: Spiceworld (1997)
Length: 3.24