I want a guitar. Bashing away on Guitar Hero no longer satiates me. I want a real guitar, and I want to be able to play the damn thing. I'm not talking about being able to hammer out solos to an adoring crowd at Wembley stadium, just the ability to string together some cords.
With this desire in mind I went looking for a suitable instrument online. I was met with a near limitless choice, all with completely incomprehensible descriptions. All i want is a guitar thats inexpensive, looks cool and makes guitar noises. I feel like my sister when shes choosing a new car and the only thing that makes sense to her is the colour chart (even that seems to confuse her, shes just bought a purple Corsa. Its so hideous her husband refuses to drive it).
I figure I'll just save some money and pick up something that looks cool in a guitar shop.
My biggest dilemma this week is which version of the new Bladerunner DVD to buy. Theres the cheap version that contains the film with a documentary on the making of the film, or the five disc edition. That has every variation of the film thats been put out (so far). Part of my brain is excited that I'll be able to choose four different iterations of Bladerunner to watch. The rest of it is crying about the fact I've found another way to repel women.
Work stuff, feel free to skip. The newest addition to Home and Leisure is going to incredible lengths to prove her ineptitude. Penny has been with us for over a month and its her job to make sure the DVD's CD's and games are all ship shape. Its a job that requires adhering to certain ways of doing things. Not just making it up as you go along.
It also requires remembering that on Fridays the new videogames go on sale. Not wondering why there are a load of new games in the storeroom and then deciding the best course of action would be to ignore them. Basically the job requires having a fucking clue.
To put this in perspective last week she was on holiday. I managed to do her job and mine with little problem. This week I spent a lot of time fixing her fucking mistakes. Nothing I say to her makes any difference. No procedures seem to sink in. And the person that gets moaned at is me.
(Just for the record. I'm not her supervisor. I run the department, but am not officially in charge)
Enough of that nonsense though.
Manchester meet in a week , so excited. Then theres A Wilhelm Scream in January, gonna go to both of the local gigs. Can't wait.
In conclusion, heres The Ting Tings.
.
And a bit of Hadouken!
With this desire in mind I went looking for a suitable instrument online. I was met with a near limitless choice, all with completely incomprehensible descriptions. All i want is a guitar thats inexpensive, looks cool and makes guitar noises. I feel like my sister when shes choosing a new car and the only thing that makes sense to her is the colour chart (even that seems to confuse her, shes just bought a purple Corsa. Its so hideous her husband refuses to drive it).
I figure I'll just save some money and pick up something that looks cool in a guitar shop.
My biggest dilemma this week is which version of the new Bladerunner DVD to buy. Theres the cheap version that contains the film with a documentary on the making of the film, or the five disc edition. That has every variation of the film thats been put out (so far). Part of my brain is excited that I'll be able to choose four different iterations of Bladerunner to watch. The rest of it is crying about the fact I've found another way to repel women.
Work stuff, feel free to skip. The newest addition to Home and Leisure is going to incredible lengths to prove her ineptitude. Penny has been with us for over a month and its her job to make sure the DVD's CD's and games are all ship shape. Its a job that requires adhering to certain ways of doing things. Not just making it up as you go along.
It also requires remembering that on Fridays the new videogames go on sale. Not wondering why there are a load of new games in the storeroom and then deciding the best course of action would be to ignore them. Basically the job requires having a fucking clue.
To put this in perspective last week she was on holiday. I managed to do her job and mine with little problem. This week I spent a lot of time fixing her fucking mistakes. Nothing I say to her makes any difference. No procedures seem to sink in. And the person that gets moaned at is me.
(Just for the record. I'm not her supervisor. I run the department, but am not officially in charge)
Enough of that nonsense though.
Manchester meet in a week , so excited. Then theres A Wilhelm Scream in January, gonna go to both of the local gigs. Can't wait.
In conclusion, heres The Ting Tings.
.
And a bit of Hadouken!