When asked to design something, don't go out of your way and do double the amount of work to give your 'client' a choice between something interesting and something dull because they will always pick the "something dull" option, and so you could have saved yourself the extra hassle and just fiddled with your boobs instead for a couple of hours.

**snarl**

Am quite scared about how moist he was, and where this moisture was coming from, especially as he was watching videos (aka taking the piss out of them) chez Spork on Saturday night.

Note to self: buy extra large vat of industrial strength disinfectant on the way home.

People should learn not to put up tantilising notices like this -- like Chief Wiggam's "Forbidden Closet of Mystery" -- it only encourages people of a geek-like persuasion, and/or anyone with a smidgen of curosity in their body, to look and do whatever was forbidden in the first place.

The answer to your un-asked question: I don't know what the button under the black and yellow tape does because I still couldn't find it (hence further emphasising the ridiculousness of the notice in the first place). I'll have to find some other stuff to photocopy tomorrow so the hunt can continue....

There is a building just out of the city centre that is being demolished, but it is being demolished from the bottom, up and not vice versa. Now, admittedly, I don't work in construction but logically, this does not seem to be the right way to do it. It is really weird looking at the tower because the top part still has all its windows in and everything whereas the bottom 5 floors or whatever are gutted down to load-bearing walls and a pseudo-floor.

I love watching things get destroyed though - I spent my 20th birthday watching this hideous old DSS buiding in Liverpool being wrecked by a wrecking ball. It was great. I'm sure Marcuse would have some things to say about that but I can't remember what (thantos??) so I won't get into it here.

I shouldn't mock it too much though because last time I mocked a company constantly it went out of business shortly afterwards: it was a sofa-foam company, acting as a middle man between the makers and the buyers. Like the shredding people, do you think, when they were kids, the owners thought "when I grow up I want to sell foam/shred stuff for a living?" Where does the inspiration come from to open such a weird business?

On Saturday night, I dreamt I was in my hometown, on the Promenade - which had suddenly moved half a mile closer to the beach. My dad owned a pretty successful bar on this new Promenade and was thinking of buying another bar. I was trying to advise him to buy into one that played swing music and Sinatra and stuff. Meanwhile, the sea, which doesn't usually come within a mile of the sea wall, was only a few metres away and the surf was really up (yeah, right), so I was trying to work out whether I would have enough time to go home to get my boogie board, so I could go pseudo-surfing before I woke up.

I think the weirdest thing about my dreams are my dreamscapes - I never dream of any place how it actually is, but have these dreamscape, that I use everytime I dream of that place, that don't usually have much bearing on reality. I have a couple of dreamscapes for my hometown's and Newquay's beach/sea/harbour because I have a general obsession about the sea and dream about it every other night or so (Newquay being my favourite dream location for some reason), but still they are the same couple of 'scapes each time. Plus, I just about always know that I am dreaming and with this in mind, I control my dreams to do stuff I won't do in reality. I have never died in a dream because I always wake myself up at the last minute (although as I am aware that I can do this, I now do the dreaming that I am awake thing before I do the actual awake thing). Dreams are way better than reality anyday.

Damn all this technology making our lives easier.

Can't stop though, as I'm just off to the Post Office, which shuts in an hour, to put some money into my "anywhere, anytime, SOOOOO convenient" internet account. GRRRRRRRRR.