Hell in a Handbag

Spent money. Oh its true. I went and bought some paint, its white and its blue and it comes in cans and little pots marked 'don't eat this you cretin'. Yes, folks thats right. Not only have I bought some paints, I went and got them from Games Workshop. Oh the guy who went in before me was genius. In fact, I knew where he was going halfway down the street. He needed a meal. And some hearty sunlight. And zit cream. Hey, I fully sympathise. Anyway, friendly staff who didn't suspect I was just in it for the paint fumes. I have purchased model, all the way from friendly Taiwan.
Well they had better be friendly. If not its knives all round. I aim to make a good job of this as my first anime type model. If it all goes wrong, blood shall be spilled in ritual hatred and gnashing of pants. There will be pant gnashing. I'd like to give some sort of crazy 'photo diary' of the proceedings as and when ('when' based on reliability of post from Taiwan), but given my track record with putting up photos, could be a on a hiding to nothing. Still, intensions are voiced, axes are ground.
Word off.

Quick Quick Go Here

It takes a little flash advert of what drugs do to Frank to make me laugh...I like LSD.

Whistling In The Klondike

Hm.

See? I told you I'd be back.

First off: matters of state, my state, my bathroom. Those dangly things that hang off most bathroom light pullcords? Attention people. Please only buy very lightweight ones. Ornate? Wooden? Curved wrought iron with studden polished stone inlay? Give it a miss. For a bathroom is a place of wofting towels and flung sweaters, and nothing, or very little, irks like a madly swinging pullswitch which bashes off the tiles, twats you in the eye, gets caught switches off and swings around in darkness as you grope blindly for a crazily ossillating plumb line. Please people, for the sake of sanity, install - I don't know- though switches or something.

Also, in good news I just finished (finally, I had to put in two concerted days of reading) The Algebraist by Iain M Banks, and jolly good it was too. His usually wash of a small happpening in a big place, something grand from a small point of view. Awesome as always, black humour placed as ever and confusing till the end. A quality read.

Finally, a word from work, I signed by contract today and became official slave to the wage of a certain stationary company as of 1st Jan 06, a cash friendly way to start the new year.

Word up.