Archive for October, 2008


Eau de humanity

Every so often, I like to try something new. Okay, I’ll admit it – I’m a sucker for novelty. A good ad campaign or a glittering product shot and I’m there, drooling down the storefront before the doors open.

Normally this only applies to shiny electronics, but this time I found myself drawn in by a new cologne. I won’t endorse it here, but let’s just say that the manufacturer’s choice of photographic model may have been an influence on my purchase.

And normally, buying aftershave wouldn’t be cause for comment, but for this particular odor I will make an exception. It smelled fine going on and I smelled fine going out. But after about an hour, the guy sitting next to me asked if I could smell fish (and this was in a bar, not a dockyard). Once he mentioned it, fish was all I could smell. Everywhere I went, this acrid piscine stench followed me around. I like seafood but you can have too much of a good thing. When people say that the world is their oyster, they haven’t thought through the full implications.

Anyway, after a few hours of being a social pariah, I finally figured it out. I went home, took a shower, went to bed, and still needed another shower this morning to get rid of the last of the smell.

There’s a moral here somewhere, but every time I try and sum it up in words, it just comes out wrong.


I vont to drink your blaad

I’ve been dreaming about this First Drink for the past three weeks. A fun way of passing the long sober nights has been deciding what my First Drink was going to be. Something light, to ease me back into the saddle? Something rich, to remind me what I’ve been missing? Something harsh, to scorch my throat and remind me of why I’ve been taking a month off?

In the end, the decision was made for me on Friday night when I met up with Karel and some friends before a show and everyone else was enjoying wickedly strong cocktails. I ordered a club soda and watched them all laughing and a thought suddenly flashed into my mind: I so wanted a drink that I would gladly have sucked the blood-alcohol right out of them.

Don’t worry, I kept my incisors to myself and instead pledged that my first drink when I fell off the wagon would be a Bloody Mary. And so it is. Cheers.



Everybody has their obsessions, I understand that. My father used to spend whole weekends hitting a small white ball around a field with men in plaid pants. With other people, work is their obsession, and I get that too – those lucky schmucks who love their jobs and can’t get enough of the daily grind.

Right now, I’m working with a group of varied individuals who all have an interest in games. But some are, well, unhealthily interested.

It’s a measure of their obsession that, compared to these guys, I’m a model of restraint. Ignatius is an MMO addict. Jess works and plays and works and plays and can’t tell the difference. And 3lite won’t stop until he’s pwned every level and every opponent in every game he can find.

So while my friends tend to think of me as that stay-at-home (yet stylish) tech-head who messes around with computers all day, I’d just like to say that I am a well-adjusted 23-year-old with an active social life and a healthy attitude to digital entertainment.

In other words, I could be worse.

October 2008
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