Ha ha! A slightly dodgy link, this – it’s a website about erectile dysfunction. But go there anyway and do a search on that page for “Blake”. Go on.

Update (23rd-Sept-06): It’s not there any more. But my blog was listed as a learning resource for those suffering with lack-of-erectionness.

I’m always correcting Elliot S. on his pronunciation of words. Not because he’s a pleb and can’t speak properly or anything - just because I can and because it irritates him. But one word that we seriously disagree on is the brand name “Sony”.

So I set up an online poll (sad, I know) to see how others pronounce it. The options I gave were:

1. Soe-nee (as in “sew, a needle pulling thread”-knee)
2. Sohn-ee (as in something Klingon sounding that rhymes with “bonny”)
3. Other - please specify in post

I thought the results would be pretty even. But I’m the ONLY ONE that’s gone for option two. Crikey O’Blimey, what a nob I am!

Apparently.

We haven’t got any cocktail sticks.

It seems that you’ve got to drink alcohol to have fun these days. As if it’s the centre of pleasure, as if drinking is the ultimate event at the end of the week.

I don’t drink, so going to pubs is a bit pointless for me - save for social interaction, obviously. But when I do go to do a bit of mingling, everyone else just wants to get plastered, often leaving me in a corner with some sad sap drowning his or her sorrows. Not that I expect my mates to stay with me the whole time; I’m fine about them letting their hair down et cetera, it just makes sense for me to go home where I’m not ‘holding them back’ kinda thing.

Anyway, that’s not the problem. The problem is that I’m bored - have been for years now - and feel that I’m lacking something. My main interests are the television and using my computer, but I limit the first one to late night/early morning because I don’t like to waste too much of the day in just sitting and watching the screen. But even then, other than watching The Bill and (on occasion) Neighbours, I don’t bother watching much anymore. And I only tend to go on my computer these days for Racodac work, updating this blog, seeing to emails and other petty little things I can think of to pass the time.

I’ve done that old trick of trying new things too: Rollerblading, ice-skating and various DIY/building type things come immediately to mind. I mean, I’ve always been more of a thinker than a physical person, so I can see why they didn’t catch on. But really, I’m so bored it’s getting unreal. In fact, it’s so bad it’s gone past good and back to bad again.

MSN Messenger used to be great because I do enjoy a good conversation - both online and in the flesh. But that’s where MSN has lost its appeal: good conversation, as I end up putting in all the work for people to say single word answers every time. (I won’t go into that moan again, though.) And there aren’t many people I know with similar interests that I can speak to in the flesh.

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I don’t know where I’m going with this, so I’ll end here. I’m sure the gist is apparent if nothing else. Essentially, I think I was trying to portray the extent of my boredom. Whatever, it has given me something to do for the last half hour or so. Now I’m going to go and make some kind of model out of cocktail sticks.

Other than going for a two-hour hike with Elliot S. (I have BLISTERS to prove it), the only other notable event of the day was my bus journey home - least all because of the masses of ratty school children on board.

No, Atul K. got on my bus and showed me his brand-spanking-new “medical atlas”, insisting that I had a look at the sort of thing he has to study for university. And I opened it right on the page of a massive furburger. Not that “furburger” was how it was labelled in the book, mind.

Only I could have managed something like that. Sitting next to a little boy too. His mother was clearly not impressed.

I was mid-journey to Racodac when Clem G, bless her, phoned to tell me that today’s tutorials had been cancelled. Quite how she got my number in the first place, and why she thought to phone me is beside the point; I got to return home - and just in time for Neighbours.

I am in extreme pain - having shut a door on my elbow with great force. (Don’t ask.)

On a plus note: I’ve just pre-ordered the Red Dwarf VIII DVD - and the exclusive Skutter cover-mounted edition at that. Ra!

I am now PayPal verified. Woohoo!

Only on eBay could you find something like this:

I’ve just spent the last two hours writhing around on the floor because of spaghetti bolognese: a meal that I’ve eaten on a weekly basis for the last four years or so without experiencing any discomfort whatsoever.

Seriously, it’s getting ridiculous the amount of things I can’t eat and drink. I’ve even got to watch my intake of egg & cress sandwiches now.