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Been working on the Mochaholic site properly for the first time tonight, and recollecting a lot of the old HTML/CSS shenanigans. If I only had to get it to work in Firefox then I'd be confident of getting a working skeleton blog site up and running tomorrow. Unfortunately for me Internet Explorer has come from the very depths of Hades to thwart me, with it's counter-intuitive inheritance behaviors and clandestine defaulting making Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan look like extra-fluffy Care Bears. Argh!

On the plus side, I've been working with Crimson Editor on the same file(s) now for about 3 hours, and hitting and holding Ctrl-Z I (eventually) got right back where I started! Every single edit stored!

I heart Crimson Editor.

This March coming I'm off for a week in New York with Boy. Should be good; I'm looking forward to it. It's something I've always wanted to do, though it means I probably won't make it out to Spain this quarter. Besides, NYC is what all the cool kids are doing, and doing cool stuff is what life is all about.

In other news (News, pl.n, as in plural of new, as in "New things"! Ish. But how cool is that?) I've quit World of Warcraft, and though I've been tempted back, it was only once, and I was really bored. I don't know if it'll be permanent -the next patch will supposedly have a lot of imporvements for my character- but that'll be a few months away in any case. So I've resigned
my position as Guild PvP leader and resigned myself to losing my ranking on my server (4th out of hundreds!). I should probably cancel my subscription, but as my creditcard details have changed recently due to evil online frudulent shenanigans I imagain that should take care of iteself.

In the two weeks+ since I've played it I've torn through Knights of the old Republic 2: The Sith Lords twice (seriously fantastic game, though perhaps not as replayable as I expected) and am currently on Vampire, the Masquerade: Bloodlines (which so far is seriously cool, possibly even better than KotOR2, but time will tell).

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If you were a fly on the wall watching me at work, at the Royal Collage of Psychiatrists, you'd likely as not see me eschewing the 19th century lift and pelting it up and down the five flights of stairs between my office and the photocopying room, arms full of unfeasibly large piles of paper. So I'm getting slightly fitter than I have been of late. It also involves chowing down a free lunch every day at about 12:45, which are often some of the best meals I've ever had. I've recently discovered that the Hot Drinks machine that serves my particular favourite of Chocolate-espresso concoction is free.

The office is in Belgrave Square near Victoria, where everything is extremely posh and many buildings are (or are owned by) embassies and the like. The whole building is an intriguing 2-tier warren, large rooms with lofty ceilings and a wide front staircase for the rich upper-class-type residents and guests, and much smaller rooms and back staircases for the help. It's a little bizarre to me that the two staircases run parallel and right next to each other, connected on each level by "secret" doors, and walking along most of the corridors seems to involve at the least a couple of steps up or down. Indeed when I come across a little doorway that reaches halfway up my chest (a helpful sign reads "mind your head") it occurs to me that the architects were having a bit of a jolly. Or maybe it's just a portal to some famous actor's subconscious. I haven't checked.

Great party at the weekend! Laurie's Birthday; he's reeeaaaaly old now! It was great to see so many familiar faces from days of yore, and reminisce and catch-up and whatnot. Also fun was drinking huge amounts and getting pointlessly enthusiastic about everything. It strange to think I used to do that two or three nights a week at uni, but it's great to think that so many of the sound uni folk are gravitating towards London at long last. Will almost here, he should be donning the mantle of Londoner as soon as he gets back from the outback or whatever he's got to now. Mikey and Artemis have finally arrived from their various escapades and are living in a stupidly nice flat slap bang in the middle of London, literally 5 minutes walk from Tottenham Court Road. Damn them. I'd say it'd make for a great house party but I imagine we wouldn't be allowed to touch anything. At all. Including the floor. And my powers of levitation and telekinesis are a little rusty… Come to London! You know you want to! Found out that Savva is here too someplace, he he.

We interrupt this blogging-hiatus to bring you this news. Our cinematic correspondent reporting live-and-direct from the horrific aftermath of Green Street in Shepherd's Bush Cinema.

The Horror! Oh my god the accents… The accents!! Some of the most comedy accents I've seen since Brad Pitt tried to play that Irish guy in that other film with that other guy from Pretty woman…

Bottom line. Charlie Hunnam and Elijah Wood?

Yes.


Do they take their tops off?

Yes.


Do they take their tops off together?

No.

Do they spend long topless?


No, less than 5 secs put each, and even then it's only to show off their well 'ard
tat's.


Is it worth sitting through 110 minutes of this awful car-crash of a movie?


No. No! NO!

This is a film almost guaranteed to offend /someone/ with a plot that a 12 year old could map out ten minutes into the movie. Hunnem's accent is all over the place, as are those of half the cast, and Wood's benevolently beatific expression will have you filling in the lines "Oh Samwise…" and playing hobbitty wind instruments in your head before you can stop your self.

When you're fifteen minutes in and you're getting the obligatory and oh-so-drôle explanations of cockney rhyming slang (which they all miraculously forget and make no reference to for the rest of the film) you may manage to convince yourself that it WILL get better, somehow…

It doesn't.