Behind the sofa

Doctor Who SCARED me tonight! Seriously, the bit where he blinks and the thing's suddenly about an inch away from his face, I squealed out loud. It was great! I don't think I've actually done that because of something I've seen on Doctor Who before, ever.

Anyway, it's time for another entertaining tale of the memory man who forgets things. You know I said yesterday that I didn't have any plans for the weekend? Well, actually, I had agreed to have lunch with Vicky and her great-aunt and uncle, and to bring Grandma along with me. But having agreed to do that, about a fortnight ago, the whole thing dropped out of my brain completely until Vicky sent me an email roughly an hour before we were supposed to meet up. Still, it was fun. But I really need to work on how to remember things other than playing cards.

Hooray, it's the weekend!

And while that might seem like an unusual sentiment from someone who doesn't work for a living, I've rediscovered the weekend feeling. I've been itching to do an hour cards and hour numbers practice, and I can't do it on weekdays, because I have agencies possibly phoning with exciting job prospects and things like that. And in the evenings there's things on telly or people to talk to and it's not really possible to set aside three hours at a time. But it's the weekend tomorrow, and one of those rare weekends when I'm not doing anything at all, so I can unplug that dratted phone and sit down staring at numbers and cards to my heart's content!

You know, sometimes, when I think about it, I think I might actually be a total sad case.

It's not just my blood group, it's my motto

My blood group, as I found out after my recent blood-donating episode, is B-positive. This is quite groovy, because it's rather uncommon, yet still allows me to get transfusions from about half the population if I'm ever running short. And, according to Wikipedia at least, the Japanese blood type theory of personality reckons that makes me creative, passionate, animal loving, optimistic, flexible and individualistic, if also forgetful, irresponsible, and self-centered. That's by far the coolest of the four possibilities listed there! I've always known I've got the soul of a hippy trapped in the body of an accountant (I'm a free spirit who charges £12 an hour), and this just PROVES it! I believe in this whole blood group personality thing with all my little heart, and I'm not even discouraged by the way that article suggests Mick Jagger is cool, controlled, rational, introverted and empathic.

I would also like to believe in horoscopes, but they never seem to say anything fun is going to happen to me. I read the ones in the Metro whenever I'm going somewhere on the train, and they're always good. There was a period last year when the stars were apparently urging all twelve signs of the zodiac to cheat on their loved ones, which makes me wonder what was going through the head of the paper's resident oracle. They also have a tendency to write things like "bosses are in a bad mood today, so you should keep your head down at work." Do the movements of the planets also predict the fortunes of bosses of Libras? I ask you. If I wasn't so enormously trusting and credulous, I wouldn't believe a word of it.

An epic, did I say?

The main reason I haven't written any huge long blog entries just lately is that there hasn't really been a great deal happening to me. I'm annoyed by how long it's taking to find a new job. I've got enough time and money to be able to pick and choose, but that's the kind of logic that only applies if there's job offers to pick and choose from. And to be honest, I seem to be having trouble even getting interviews for the good jobs.

I'm quite offended. Although I don't like to admit it in case people think I'm cool, I am in all honesty a darn good accountant. I know how many beans make five. I know how to present the information in such a way that it makes five beans look like a really good thing. I can tell other people when and how to go and count the beans. Admittedly I've spent the last six months indulging myself and my weird hobbies rather than diligently crunching numbers, but lots of cool people take career breaks nowadays. It's positively fashionable.

Someone give me a job! I need something to complain about!

What? No, of course I didn't forget. Don't be silly.

Wow, it's three minutes past midnight, I was about to go to bed after staying up late chatting on the internet and I realised I hadn't written my blog yet. This is a shocking memory lapse. I don't mind forgetting the important things in life, like names and appointments and things, but I pride myself on remembering stupid things like long numbers, packs of cards and writing my blog every night.

Well, I've written something now, at least. I seem to be slacking off with the big long blog entries just lately. I'll write a real epic tomorrow. Well, today I suppose. It's past my bedtime...

I'll Be Back

"The Terminator" is on Channel 5 tonight, and I feel like I probably should stay up to watch it. I've never seen it before, and it's one of those films that people just assume everyone has seen, and make reference to in everyday conversation. I lose count of the times someone has said to me "it's like that bit in The Terminator where..." or something along those lines. It must have happened to me at least once. And it is supposed to be a genuinely good film. On the other hand, I can't be bothered to watch it, especially with adverts in the middle. It's already on the list of films I should get the DVD of some day. Quite a big list, that one, but I'll get round to them when I'm old and retired and have nothing better to do with my life. Although it won't be DVDs then, it'll be space holograms.

Prohibition

Alcohol should be banned. No, not alcohol. Hangovers. The alcohol bit is fine. I was out drinking with my brother last night, and I haven't entirely recovered from it yet. I sometimes get the feeling I can't keep up with the young folk any more...

Anyway, I did manage to play in an othello tournament on kurnik today, and did no worse than usual. I seem to be drawing a lot of games in kurnik tournaments lately - two games out of eleven in each of the last two I've played in. I'm not sure if that means I and my opponents are playing perfectly or whether it's just random chance. I choose to believe in the perfect-play option. Sorry if this isn't entirely fascinating, but as I mentioned, I'm not in the best of shape today. Normal bloggery will be resumed tomorrow.