Still. For record-keeping purposes:
- Ken Macleod's "Learning the World"
- Bill Bailey: Cosmic Jam (DVD)
- Clarkson: Heaven and Hell (DVD)
- Boots (people at TNAC have seen these already)
- Two jumpers
- Two shirts for work (Next is useful for clothing... or am I just turning into my dad)
- A litre of Baileys, for some reason
- A '98 vintage bottle of wine (for when raenscanary is here)
- A mug, emblazoned with my motto
- A collection of hot sauces
- A "chain clock" (very useful when every room has at least two clocks...)
- A passport wallet
- The usual socks, boxers, &c.
Spent yesterday perpetually hungry, and had much the same problem today. I don't know if this is the appetite suppressing ability of nicotine or what. I dread to think.
For reference, tonight consisted of a huge meal, two bottles of wine between three, two bottles of brandy between three, and a bottle of single malt between the same three. And people wonder where I get it from. Hence, I'm being random.
I believe that my brother will be proposing to his grillfiend this coming year. This does not fill me with joy, and not just because I can't stand her. I dread to think what else the year brings.
Speaking of them: Now, I don't want you to think I give a shit about presents. It's a pointless excercise in trading tokens that the capitalist hypersociety has preprogrammed in our brains, for the most part. But with that disclaimer out of the way When swapping tokens, one would think that like-for-like would sort out the system and allow it to remain zero-sum, or thereabouts. Of course, then we get the brother and grillfiend. I'm expected by social pressure to buy for each of them, leaving me about fifty quid out of pocket (fuck off, I don't buy crap). They, being a couple, are apparently allowed to buy me a tenner's worth of DVD between them, leaving them a fiver each out of pocket. They then spend a fair chunk of Newtonmass showering each other in gifts — an iPod nano, jewelery, expensive gadgets, you name it. I don't complain through jealousy, beacuse frankly I could care less what they get. I care that they're effectively demonstrating their supposed vast wealth in buying each other expensive shite and then parading it in front of the working-class family in the relationship. So I see these people trading upward of two hundred quid's worth of tokens between each other, knowing that they've spent maybe thirty quid on the family as a whole. This, to me, is wrong. It's showing off, it's a blatant demonstration of "We're better than you". And it makes me want to rip someone's arms off and eat the raw flesh thereon. But that could be the brandy talking.
I know what I'm doing next year for gifts. Because I feel bad for not giving, because I know people and I think they deserve something. But also because I'm usually close to my overdraft limit anyway. I have an idea, and if the rest of my resolutions work out they should be good gifts. Remind me closer to the time.
The entire family paused for Doctor Who last night. I pity those 'Merkians who get it late, I really do.
I had a random idea for something Arthurian. This could be something to do with reading "The Family Trade". But I need someone who knows their Arthurian mythology, so I can write it up. Probably something tasty to drop in my New Awakening setting. We shall see. Speaking of which, expect a massive collection/update sometime early in the new year, when I have time. I need to realign my tag use. I'll fix that when I have time. Along with fixing the site. Soon, soon. All happening soon. See how little I actually do.