Catching up on a slow Sunday afternoon
October 18, 2009 at 3:25 pm | In Uncategorized | 4 CommentsTags: 20six, Dorset, geocities, twitter, weddings, work
Well, I’ve not been great in writing this blog for months now. Distractions can occur. When I’m at work I am sat in front of a PC for at least 5 hours a day and there’s a routine of non-work that fits snugly into the routine of actual work; I check the BBC news pages and read any new stuff about Saints or AFC Bournemouth; I delete the freecycle emails from my yahoo account – I have no stuff to give away and no room for anything else – sometimes I might skim them just in case someone is giving away a crate of priceless old punk vinyl (they never are); I check my last.fm pages and I check here too. Anyway, there’s a finite amount of time all this non-work can fit into and, against my better judgement, and after work said to me that I actually should get one of them because, well I work in IT and they are the future apparently, I signed up with Twitter. Twice.
So, if you ever want to;
www.twitter.com/thisisall1word – that’s my ‘normal’ one
www.twitter.com/joefoster_PICT – that’s my ‘work’ one
So there’s that eating into my time a bit. Not sure if I like it yet because I am thoroughly bored of people having conversations saying “You do read Stephen Fry’s twitters don’t you? You don’t! Oh, well, and this is so funny…” blah blah blah. Conversation gets sucked into what some celebrities think about something. Celebrities, even those as great as Mr Fry, can hold good opinions but I dislike the viral like spread of this culture further and further into our daily lives.
Where was I? Where was I?
Twitter joins the list and blogging sits back. Plus I’ve still been archiving the old 20six blog stuff (not done for a while) and I now have to worry about backing up all my old geocities content. Back in the day before people said inane things such as “back in the day” I was a geocities dweller, hotsprings neighbourhood, class of 97, back when there was a big thing made when we reached 250,000 members. This, I thought, is the future. And it was for a while. Now it’s closing down and I have to pick through badly constructed html and save what I can by next week…
So so so so so so so so so.
Apologies, I’ve not been writing here, have I? Not much. Not often.
My ankle got knackered at Mildew’s wedding – I stepped into the gloom behind a statue of queen Victoria thinking the ground was flat when in fact there was a 3 step drop. My ankle is getting better but it is still not fit enough for me to use it for something important.
I swam – did I say this already – in October Dorset waters…
I swam again in
October Dorset Waters
From Man of War Bay
And off Portland Bill
Handstands on Purbeck Limestone
Down from Golden Cap
…last weekend was the best man speech nerves and remaining calm and collected before the service so that Fox remained calm(ish) and collected(ish), remembering the rings, handing out orders of service, smiling, shaking hands and trying to fix names to faces to positions on family trees. Rewriting my speech on teh fly and watching in wonder at Fox’s great speech in English and Norweigan and then some harmonica blowing to the Ramones ‘Baby I Love You’… Drinking a bit too much a bit too early, forgetting to keep checking the camera and top it up with polaroid paper (but it was all good), dancing with everyone I could, being the last to leave and being refused entry into the Big Chill bar (quite rightly so) heading back to drink Bourbon and Coke with Nicole and Karen, waking up without a hangover the next day, waking up still drunk, sleeping more, waking up with a hangover, shooting across town to try and look stable and eat food with families of the bride and groom, return suits to angry suit hire man – “they’re in the wrong fucking bags” – back to relax…
…work was busy busy busy this week, lots of things going wrong but all fixed by close of play Friday and off to the pub at work in the palace for much needed drinks. Boss celebrating a 40th birthday and was happily drunk when I left at 8. Met lots of people I worked with years ago all saying “Hi, haven’t seen you for ages, I am drunk” “me too, me too”…
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Stephen Fry is a bit dull on Twitter, but Charlie Brooker is cool and so is the lovely Sarah McMillian.
I didn’t know you did your ankle in! Hope it’s much better now. Also, you were a great best man
Comment by Mildew — October 20, 2009 #
Well, I was still able to dance on it and walk a lot and swim and play wiffle waffle – so not all that knackered. Just sitting on it or the occasional twinge. It was when we went for a walk around the estate and missed the pig.
We missed the pig! Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Comment by thisisalloneword — October 20, 2009 #
I was desperately disappointed by Stephen Fry’s Twitter feed – the idol most definitely has feet of clay. I killed my account within a couple of weeks because of the general banality of 99.9% of feeds, but I do still follow ridiculant and a few others via RSS.
Comment by Katja — October 23, 2009 #
Well hello there you!
After watching question time last night I logged onto twitter and watched in shock and awe at the amount of inane but life affirming comments streaming through at a rate of some knots.
It was fairly hypnotic yet immensely dull to keep refreshing the flow of comments every minute.
Everything is an event these days. Even those watching the event become the event. Even those commenting on the event become the event. Newspapers writing about people commenting and watching the event has become a new event and people will start twittering about that too.
…and I blog about this all because… why?
I know not of ridiculant but will investimagate forthwith.
Comment by thisisalloneword — October 23, 2009 #