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Mmm...Friday
I'm at work in my comfy jeans and my tatty old T-shirt. It's so much cooler this way. It reminds me of being at uni. Sitting in front of a computer in whatever I pulled out of my wardrobe first, wrinkled or not, and just coding. Mmm. Also I actually know what I'm doing now, which makes it even better.
Didn't do much last night. Just watched telly. Thursday night is telly night. Buffy at 6:45, Buffy at 8:00, Angel at 9:00, Scrubs at 10:00 and usually Friends at 11:30, but that wasn't on last night for some strange reason. Last night's Buffy on Sky was one of the better ones (as was the BBC2 one actually). It's certainly one of the best Buffy/Spike episodes. It's a shame there's so little time left, because Spike has the potential to become a cracking anti-hero. Maybe that's the direction they'll take. Once Buffy is finished maybe they'll take Spike for a spin. It wouldn't surprise me.
I think I'll audition some content management jobbers today. Frankly I can't be arsed writing one.
If I'm going to get a new domain name and make a new site, I'm going to make sure it's done properly. I certainly don't want any kiddies infecting it with happy-clappy, flower power, Earth mother, Gaia crap. It's all very well, and probably perfectly valid, but it's just too open to "wanna-blessed-be's". Teenage girls who just want something quirky in their lives... On second thoughts...
Seriously, I'm not into all that at all. Nature is all very well, and I'm all for it, but I like my magick a little more masculine than that. Sigils, pentacles, demons, Latin, Hebrew, all that good, old fashioned stuff. Stuff that's definitely at least several hundred years old, rather than stuff that's quite possibly just the product of the fevered imaginations of messrs Gardner and Crowley; a couple of old pervs who just wanted to see naked girls get drunk and dance around in the moonlight. Not that things being imaginary necessarily stops them working in a magickal sense. Chaotes are quite fond of invoking such peculiar 20th/21st century egregores as He-Man and Spock, with, apparently, a certain degree of success. It's just not my cup of herbal tea, if you'll pardon the cynicism.
I'm at work in my comfy jeans and my tatty old T-shirt. It's so much cooler this way. It reminds me of being at uni. Sitting in front of a computer in whatever I pulled out of my wardrobe first, wrinkled or not, and just coding. Mmm. Also I actually know what I'm doing now, which makes it even better.
Didn't do much last night. Just watched telly. Thursday night is telly night. Buffy at 6:45, Buffy at 8:00, Angel at 9:00, Scrubs at 10:00 and usually Friends at 11:30, but that wasn't on last night for some strange reason. Last night's Buffy on Sky was one of the better ones (as was the BBC2 one actually). It's certainly one of the best Buffy/Spike episodes. It's a shame there's so little time left, because Spike has the potential to become a cracking anti-hero. Maybe that's the direction they'll take. Once Buffy is finished maybe they'll take Spike for a spin. It wouldn't surprise me.
I think I'll audition some content management jobbers today. Frankly I can't be arsed writing one.
If I'm going to get a new domain name and make a new site, I'm going to make sure it's done properly. I certainly don't want any kiddies infecting it with happy-clappy, flower power, Earth mother, Gaia crap. It's all very well, and probably perfectly valid, but it's just too open to "wanna-blessed-be's". Teenage girls who just want something quirky in their lives... On second thoughts...
Seriously, I'm not into all that at all. Nature is all very well, and I'm all for it, but I like my magick a little more masculine than that. Sigils, pentacles, demons, Latin, Hebrew, all that good, old fashioned stuff. Stuff that's definitely at least several hundred years old, rather than stuff that's quite possibly just the product of the fevered imaginations of messrs Gardner and Crowley; a couple of old pervs who just wanted to see naked girls get drunk and dance around in the moonlight. Not that things being imaginary necessarily stops them working in a magickal sense. Chaotes are quite fond of invoking such peculiar 20th/21st century egregores as He-Man and Spock, with, apparently, a certain degree of success. It's just not my cup of herbal tea, if you'll pardon the cynicism.