alert: long-ass post

I just got done watching Titan: AE - not a bad film, considering it was only a quid. In all honesty I was expecting it to be a bit crap, given its PG rating and the fact that you get an advert for Digimon and Action Man in it, but it wasn't half bad. I'd quite like to watch it again. Just for the fact for the last exchange between Matt Damon and Drew Barrymore's characters, talking about the creation of the new Earth:

"It's beautiful."
"I know..."
"What's are you going to call it?"
I think... Bob."

It's just so Monty Python-esque. I love it. Some people call me... TIM!

We also have One Hour Photo at work for... well, a quid... and I don't think I'll get it. I don't think I could stand watching it, in all honesty.
Siân and Joe came into work yesterday, actually. They bought something from another till and left, completely blanking me. These people are no longer the people I used to know. Then again, I know I'm not the person they once knew either.
So yeah. After seeing that, I went on a break for a bit to try and sort myself out - I really never thought I was this emotional much of a woman. I had half an hour, so I went to GAME and fiddled on Wario Ware DS.

It cheered me up no end, would you believe. I'm glad I'm going into gaming as a career, because it's obviously something that I really love - it must give me more of a buzz than I thought to pull me out of such a gloomy place and actually make me feel good rather than just neutralising it. Not only that, but I beat the high score for the shop. So I texted Rick (who works there), rubbing his nose in it. You know the drill - 'Haha, 51 points compared to your measly 48! I obviously rule!'

...I'm not quite sure what all of that means. I've concluded that I must be an uber geek, in order to spend enough time in a shop to get the high score on a demo pod that's only been there two weeks, and be such good friends with the staff that I actually have a mobile number and MSN address. To get a higher score than the STAFF, no less.

...I'll have enough for my DS and three games by a week before launch, also. Yay!

So I went back to work.

Now, a number of things happened at work recently that need to be told. There are the most random people in Macc, honestly. Quite aside from the fact that 70% seem to be able to check the 'other' box in questionnairres under 'ethnic origin', the other 30% seem to be made up of people who are lunatics, retards, or both. I have had, in the space of a week, people come in who constantly talk to themselves and I had someone yesterday spend about ten minutes talking to me about the quality of machine-made coffee as opposed to ground or instant, with clear emphasis on the fact that the nearest branch of Kwik-Fit had a very good coffee machine. And that they were going to go in and get one on the way home. There's a woman who leaves her dog inn the shop for half an hour every Saturday while she goes shopping, and comes back to find the thing cold and shaking, and then blames US for not looking after it properly. Despite the huge sign on the door saying NO DOGS. And you can't expect me to believe that it's a guide dog if you leave it behind. In a shopping trolley. When it's the size of my fist.
There was someone ELSE who came in saying that he'd dropped his ass lotion. Seriously. Those were the actual words he used - 'I've dropped my ass lotion, has anyone handed it in?' Scared. Is. Me.
I've had people talk to me at length about 'sticking it to the man' and grinding the whole legal system to a halt, TEN YEARS AGO, by refusing to comment on anything. And just listen to the following, bearing in mind that I work at a pound shop.

Him: Let's get one of these.
Her: No, they're too expensive.
Him: They're only a pound.
Her: Don't be stupid, no they're not.
Him (to me): How much are these.
Me: One pound.
Her: Really?
Me: Yes, everything in this shop's a pound.
Her (holding up a bar of chocolate): So how much is THIS?

...I despair, I really do.


The other thing worthy of note - and it's so worthy of note that I'm going to give it its own special paragraph - is the amount of people who come in looking fro spraypaint, who are obviously under thirteen. And who get angry when I refuse them. And who obviously expect me to feel threatened. Knobheads. I had someone in yesterday who, when I refused to sell it to him, he complained;

"What do you mean you can't sell it to me?! But I've had to trek all the way from Tesco!"

...yeah, like I'm not going to know what you'll be doing with it if I do sell it to you. He had his girlfriend with him, who had this to say.

"You've just lost yourself four pounds."

Whoop-de-frickin'-doo. It'd be more effective if there was more to it - say, a few hundred - and if you didn't then buy four quid's worth of sweets afterward. Good God.

I swear one of my workmates is psychic. We were ripping into Dave (the manager) the day before the Liverpool match last week, and he joked that it would be a 2-0 loss. It was. I no longer go near him, for fear of my hair standing on end and becoming infertile.

Walking home, I noticed a few things. Tesco have a new sign up - 'trolley will stop beyond this point'. Now, is that just bad English, or do they actually have advanced trolleys now that can sense when they leave the car park? It would be fairly cheap to do... but surely not as cheap to install per trolley as just buying a new one...

I also saw a couple of people I'd not seen for ages yesterday. Martin Taylor, my old Scout Leader, who's still doing it, would you believe. He looks REALLY old. His daughter (who I can remember being born) is going to be eight soon. EIGHT! It's unbelievable.
The other person was Mrs. Drabble, my Art teacher from early GCSE, who had a nervous breakdown and had to leave. We must have all been real terrors. Apparently she's now doing a bit of temping on the side and just muddling through, but she seemed a lot happier. I told her so, and she laughed. I've never seen her laugh before, so that was nice.

This post is probably the longest I've ever written. I don't give a tiny rat's ass, you're reading it all, so you must obviously like it. So don't complain about my longness. I hate when people do that.

I've recently been looking at printers. There's a decent HP in the Comet next to me for £150, that does direct printing from memory card and camera, browsing from a built-in viewer without the need for the PC, and scanning at the same DPI as printing, the exact value of which I forget right now. But it's more than enough for comics and everything. I might just get it after my DS... before and I couldn't get it on launch day, and that'd be a disaster... I want First Hunt. :P

One of the main reasons I really want a printer is for Uni, of course, where I WILL need one, but also because I'm restarting FireBall. That's why it needs copying functionality. I sat down in one of my frees the other day and drew the next five comics. I'm getting much better at a standardised layout and style now... it's just colouring and spacing for text that I need to watch out for now.

It occurred to me that I could write a novel based upon an idea for a game I had... it would probably work better as a book, come to think of it. It's about invisible creatures, one of which who gets lost and has to make his way home by train. I'm not going to give any more away, because I think it's an awesome idea, and I don'[t fancy any plagiarism.

The yearbook will be out soon. They want embarrassing photos, and as I may have mentioned before, the one of Laura in a box is going to be submitted. The one of me for my quote and stuff is the same one that went on my Uni application form... I'll upload it shortly. We spent about twently minutes with Craig, Dad and Mum all taking photos, and each one was crap. So I took ONE myself, and it was the one I used. You'll see it.


...I guess this is the end of this bulletin for today. I hope you enjoyed it.