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The latest episode in my temping adventures has lead to me becoming a librarian. I can't quite relate the state of bewilderment this leaves me in, but hey, you know it's all good. To be honest I took the job primarily because I thought it would be character building, and though I didn't initially know it was anything to do with books, but then I suppose my work in my Dad's bookshop has put me in good stead as far as that is concerned too. Though to my shame I die a little inside when I see how badly their books are repaired or what a shambles their shelves are.

It's odd hours too, I'm in Monday to Thursday 2pm, til 9:30pm. Working Saturdays too, which isn't so great. Also due to a comedy architectural flaw it has yet to drop below 30 degrees C. Who ever heard of a place with so many computers not having ac? The building is brand new too!

Anyway, the upshot of all this is I'm going to have a lot of bored computer time on my hands, so I imagine there might well be a lot more blogging for the next month or so. Hurrah!

On other bloggery news, the design for mynciboi 4.0 is done, now I just need some bastarding implementation. Whereupon I will probably find that I can't do all the things I wanted so much to do, but I'm looking at a more modular approach that will hopefully allow some pieces to fall off without a complete meltdown…

BBQ tomorrow! Yaay!

Listening to:
A few random CDs bout at Oxfam. Particularly an old 2004 X-Ray CD. Want X-Ray back!

Looking for:
Work!

Playing:
World of Warcraft.

Watching:
Big Brother! Nothing else much though. But Big Brother!!

Reading:
PHP and Photoshops Books

It's one thing to dance to a song you like, it's another thing to dance to a song you like and have danced to so many times before that you know every word of it and have a cute little dance move to go with each and every one of them. There was a time while ago when I went out very regularly to several gay clubs and I called shenanigans on "Can't get you out of my head" by Kylie. There's only so many times you can watch a whole crowd of gay men in varying degrees of mingingness simultaneously do their own limited interpretations of "coy-but-horny-a-hell" at the same painfully predictable point in the song.

"Oh dear lord not this again."

I get a similar vibe from hearing a pub full of fat balding middle-aged men roaring along to "Come on Eileen". You know what I mean? It's a bit sad really. Maybe one day medical science will package De-Ja Vu and these wankers will never have to leave the house again.

Now I get the same feeling from a bunch of what I hesitatingly call my contemporaries dancing in a long established formulaic manner and singing every word to Disco 2000 by Pulp. There are a few songs like that, but that's my showcase at the moment. I'm sorry, it's not indie, it's not alternative, it's not ever ironic. Common people by Shatner would be ironic, lets have a little of that, but for god's sake not four


minutes of pretending we can dance to a song we've heard a thousand times before, in some sort of mass tribalistic adulation of the familiar. There's been a decade's worth of better music since then! The scary thing is that when these young and supposedly hip people are fat and balding, Disco 2000 is what they'll be roaring in the pub. Welcome to your winter.

Disco 2000 was a great song. Let it die with respect, please don't turn it into a joke. Erk, too late.