It's September the 11th. 9/11. It's an important day. It's the anniversary of The Ford Pinto. It was introduced this day in 1970.

Also, this day marks the beginning of many innocent peoples deaths: The 1st Cavalry Division of the United States Army arrived in Vietnam in 1965.

Also some firemen got payrises or something in 2001.

The computer of the guy across from me keeps making little Windows XP piano tinkling noises. I think he has a virtual Jools Holland installed which needs feeding or something. I wonder what a virtual Jools Holland would eat?

The current NewWorldOdour ISP seems to be having some serious slowdowns and a lot of ports are suddenly firewalled. I assume they are having problems with the latest Mickeysoft worms. Those evil worm writers. I'm so glad we have Microsoft to save our souls by writing timely security patches.

My new job starts tomorrow so today marks the end of lazing around at home.

Today has been quite a typical jobless day. I wake up at 10am and browsed the Internet in bed (ok, a typical geek jobless day). Got up and made myself a bacon sandwhich. Watched the history channel for a bit. Was nasty to some door-to-door survey girls. Played with cats. Watched Quincy, M.E.

I will miss this life.

What am I doing AWAKE at this hour!!

"While millions of Iraqis suffered dire poverty, Uday lived a life of fast cars, expensive liquor and easy women"

With 39 million Americans (14% of the population) living in poverty (source: U.S. Census Bureau), I can't help but immediately think of George Bush here.

Apparently, if your cat sprays, you can fix it with Neurosurgery (for the cat). Methods such as frontal lobotomy, destruction of the sense of smell and severing urinary tract muscles are all available.

I dislike cat-pee as much as the next guy, especially when it's found in my toaster a few minutes after putting some toast in but I couldn't possibly justify cutting part of the cats brain out to stop it.

People like that don't want a cat, they just want something fluffy. Get a fucking Furby for chrissakes.

I went on holiday with a girl to Prague in the Czech Republic last week. It was nice. Everybody seems very thin and very tall. The train station isn't finished yet either.

I was buying a digital camera online this morning and noticed a "enter discount code" box on the payment page. Enter google, keywords "pixmania.co.uk discount code".

I found that Kelkoo had run some kind of special offer and displayed discount codes on their website. The special offer had expired, but Google had a cache of the page. One copy and paste later and a saving of £10.

Shopping on a Sunday in Leeds, as most likely on any day, is like an army training course, except everyone is dressed up as if it's a Jean-Paul Gaultier model audition.

I imagine myself strafing from Starbucks to Starbucks, with my credit-card-loaded shot-gun and my royalty-card shield, facing the oncoming marching armies of escapee GAP shop mannequins carrying shopping bags, armed with a minimum of 1 fully charged mobile phone each and a backup can of hairspray.

I bought some trousers that seem to be designed for people who *do* have a 38 inch waist but somehow have the legs of a disabled bulimic boy-scout with a stapled stomach.

Tomorrow is my last concurrent work day. I quit. This company and these people are hopeless, clueless and talentless. The worst part is they seem to think quite the opposite. It's a bit like a dot-com but without the money.

There are a few more things like this going on at New World Odour at the moment, which explains the missing issues. Hopefully when it's all over we can get back to being hilarious and the peope of the Internet can get back to finding us with weird key phrases on Google.