Month: September 2002

TFF: 21 points, taking me to 60 points in total.
AFF: 1 point. hmm.

Beer tonight with Dave, DA, Kearn, Aris, Andrea, Kev, Nick, Dave, Paul F, Arron, Kristian, Leah, Holly (only 17!!!!!), Joel, Kate and other people. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

At last, the official notification of my CIM exam results has arrived. And top marks to the CIM for the little touch of addressing the letter to Graham Spencer DipM ACIM – that feels good!

Desperate times call for desperate measures. TFF transfers:
OUT: Cudicini, Winterburn, Hayles.
IN: Dudek, Short, Maccarone.

Am I the only person that prefers winamp 2.78/2.80 to the new winamp 3.0? It seems much larger and clunkier and generally less good that the older version.

Chinese government blocks access by Chinese web users to Google. Disturbing.

I’ve got a whole bunch of ill-defined “stuff” that I’d like to get off my chest at the moment. But I’m not sure I can write it here, as so many people that I know, and that are important to me in various ways, read this site on a daily or frequent basis. Maybe there is something to be said for blogging anonymously in the C Side style, although I’m not sure I’d be very good at maintaining my anonymity. If I did have an anonymous blog, I’m not sure that I’d find it very satisfying. The whole point of sharing life online, for me anyway, is that it is cathartic and a sharing process – a bit like standing up at a Blogaholics Anonymous meeting and saying “hi, I’m Graybo, and I’m a sad bastard” or whatever.
So, anyway, I’m in Mood-swing Central at the moment, flailing between grinning like an idiot and being ecstatically happy, and then moping around and crying into my pillow.
But I guess that is life really.

I’ve just had a bill for running it, so I’m conscious that not many of you are listening to radio grayblog. Go there now!

Giant potato salad! Enormous kebab! – more random phrases for Lord Percy to add to the comments.
Incidentally, do readers-at-large think Lord Percy (a.k.a. Greg, a.k.a. Lordy Lordy) is Tourettic? Lady Bren suggested this in the pub a couple of weeks ago.
Perhaps using the good old Touretteaphone or Buffy Swearing Keyboard would help him get it out of his system (not safe for work, obviously).

More evidence that Cal is far too clever.