By the numbers
- Name: Jim McLennan
Actually, James Hay McLennan. I kept the middle bit quiet at school, obviously. It's my mother's maiden name. Could've been worse...
- Date of Birth: 16th April, 1966
One day after Samantha Fox. So much for astrology.
- Place of Birth: Forres, Scotland
A nice place to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there...
- Height: 5'8"
Er...172 cm for those, unlike me who can think in metric. Though I actually work in a bizarre mix: size in Imperial, weight in Metric.
- Weight: 72.6 kg.
...see what I mean?
- Employment: Integration analyst/programmer
Y'know, one day, I really must get round to finding out what this actually is.
I think it involves sitting about not letting people release software unless they beg.
- Unwatched movie pile: four
Not bad going by my standards: Bottle Rocket, Mallrats, The Matrix
(commentary version, off the DVD -- maybe they’ll explain the plot), and Wild
Things, which I’ve seen twice before, but hey, sue me.
- Undrunk beer pile: four
Spooky, huh? Is this significant? Actually, they’ve been there for well over a
month now, being a hangover from our lodger’s farewell booze-up. Then I went on
holiday, came back, and hit sobriety for all of September... Hmmm...
- Undrunk beer pile (revised figure): three
Nope, they don’t seem to have gone off.
- Non-beer contents of fridge: One pint milk, jar of jam, bottle of chocolate sauce
About average. Food tends to come in, and progress from front-door to stomach,
without ever pausing. I believe the technical term for this is 'zero inventory
- Current bedside reading material (no, not that sort): My Tiny Life, Julian Dibbell
Bit of a mind-stretcher this, about the virtual worlds of MUDs and MOOs. I can relate
to some of this, having played back in university days on the first MUD at Essex, which
ended in me getting charged with hacking by the authorities there and almost losing my
degree. A bit of a pisser after four years study: it is thus with great glee that I
now ignore and tear up all pleas for donations from my alma mater. Dibbell's book is
pretty philosophical, discussing mind-warpers like how computer commands are true magic,
in that they are language which make things happen. I've just stared at my
computer screen for five straight minutes trying to think of something to say about
this, but can't.
- Undrunk beer pile (re-revised figure): two
Maybe if I drink enough, this computer magic stuff will make sense...
- Currently playing CD: Various Artists, Tranceformer
Though wild horses wouldn't drag me within a million miles of Ibiza, I admit to
a certain growing fondness for techno as background radiation when on the computer
or Playstation. The exception is when playing Grand Theft Auto, which has to
be accompanied by
Kid Rock's spectacularly non-PC thrash rap, a lethal mix which usually leaves me with
a disturbing desire to mow down columns of Hare Krishna devotees with buses. It's
probably a very good thing I don't have a car.
- Currently wearing T-shirt: New York Yankees #46
Though I really support the Arizona Diamondbacks. Back in
February, on a whim in Vegas, I stuck $20 on them to win the World Series. The man
behind the counter openly sniggered, and at odds of 34-1, who can blame him? Except
that, seven months later, they've just won their division and are into the last
eight... Expect to hear more about this over the next month. In an increasingly
hysterical and high-pitched tone, with any luck.
- Plans for the weekend: somewhat fluid
I have stuff to do, but most of it is "fit it in sometime", which usually means
"leave it to the last minute". I think the problem is that I prefer more structured
weekends, containing carefully scheduled periods of inactivity, alternating with
frenetic spells of doing nothing at all. Be it shopping, socializing or cinemaing,
I tend to do more during the week, simply because everyone else does it at the
weekend. The prospect, for example, of queuing to get into a pub is simply...I
dunno, words fail me. Time to call Stella for some inspiration...
- Undrunk beer pile (conservative estimate): one
Thought for the day: no pub which charges admission is ever worth it.
- Last film seen: South Park
Like the TV series, a mix of the gloriously sick and the wildly misfiring. Except
they can say "fuck". And, boy, do they ever. Best line, regarding menstruation: "I don’t
trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn’t die."
- Favourite TV show: ah, now there's a question...
The problem with TV these days is that you just don't know where you
are. I mean, take Buffy [the merest mention of whom will get the hit count
soaring. Hopefully...]. I saw most of the first series on BBC2, which got
gradually better. What I've seen of the second season, sucks: way too much
drippy Angel. The third season, with evil slayer Faith, has been seen
largely thanks to the kindness of TCs American Ambassador (currently hoping
for a post in the Cayman Islands, but that's another editorial!), and kicks
arse. So is it a good show or not? It may be a symptom of the increasing
fragmentation of popular culture, that there are no longer any good shows,
only good episodes. And there are no longer good films, just good moments.
South Park is a perfect case in point. But do you know what I think?
- Undrunk beer pile (definitive answer): none
I think I'll have another beer...
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