Night Out, Impulse Paris Trip, Reflections on Self and iBook. And Zim
Anyone who's had the misfortune to read this for a significant length of time will note that, unlike most web journal writers (someone waxed enthusiastically at me about things like "blogosphere" and "emergent" yesterday; so shocked was I that I'm not using the verbal form of 'blog' for a while as a precautionary defense) I don't go on about my life, much. That's because (a) I'm shy, and (b) my life is, as a rule, un-utterably boring, and non-notable (oops; I may have caught Wikipeditis as well). Anyway, here's something vaguely interesting.
Trinity LGBT had a table quiz thingy tonight. So, spent two hours (yes, two hours) buying stuff for that with friend, who will thereafter be referred (unlike the W3C, I can
spell that word) to as 'X', on the basis that it's probably not a great idea to give out people's names on th'internet, especially when one is about to describe them doing something weird. This is a major danger of being on student society committees; you end up wandering 'round buying things for events (the other major danger is prolonged exposure to revolting web-based grant application forms). Table quiz was fun. After this, I and a few other people went to X's room (on campus; lucky X) and had drinks there. Then go to random dreadful pretentious gay bar (I was, seemingly, in a terribly good mood, as I didn't hate it as I do generally; it really is VERY pretentious), and meet other people recently of Trinity LGBT. Then X decides he wants to go to France. Now. (Yes, France, at 12 at night, you understand). Ignore this as harmless insanity. X telephones Irish Ferries, finds time of next ferry (from a port well over a hundred miles away) and seemingly convinces two or three other people to go with him, tries to convince me, fails (obviously). Initially, I assumed that he was messing, until I recalled that he had done something like this before. He revises his plans to a less ambitious target, Manchester (there's a boat from Dublin to Liverpool; the logical next step was Wales, but he didn't get that far). He went so far as to get money for trip from ATM. We go to random late bar/club thingy, I fail to get in due to not having photo id with me and looking like a 16 year old (I look young where is is inconvenient for me to look young, not otherwise), and go home. Am rather relieved to find that there IS a nitelink on Wednesday still; some of them have been canceled, I know. Bus takes an impressively circituous route; all part of CIE's evil plan to cover the whole of North Dublin with 3 or 4 buses offpeak. Hear no more from X. I suspect he went. Oh, well, no doubt he'll return soonish. In ways, I wish I had the nerve to do something crazy like that; I had enough trouble just staying out after the last conventional bus on a weekday... I'd like to be impulsive and interesting. On plus side, assuming he ever returns from France or Manchester or North Korea or wherever, X is going to help me get an interesting haircut (I may have mentioned my issues with haircuts before). Yay!
Another, more prosaic outcome of the night; at the LGBT thing and after, there were lots of couples. That's normal enough, and a necessary evil, I suppose. However, at least three of these couples consisted of one very good-looking guy (90th percentile) and one ugly guy (10th percentile). WHAT? What's going on there? Goodlooking people are meant to go out with goodlooking people. That is the way of the world. (I may get shouted at for this). I should qualify this by saying that I generally think of myself as being very ugly (whether this is true or not I'm not sure; when in a bad mood I'm also inclined to think of myself as being fat; my BMI is 20, and the whole fat thing really doesn't stand up to objective scrutiny, so I know I may not be sensible on these matters).
Anyway, the fact of the matter is, that I can't get a relationship; no-one's interested, not even the ugly people. I can't even get casual sex. I am generally inclined to blame this on simply being overly ugly. The recent influx of ugly 18 year olds getting with pretty people after being at college for a week, though, tends to blow holes in that theory, leaving open the possibility that my chronic singleness is instead caused by my horrid personality or my difficulty dealing with my fellow humans. I tend to be quite scared in the presence of people I'm attracted to (or, in fact, in the presence of anyone I don't know well in general, but particularly people I'm attracted to); I have been told that this comes over as distain, which is unfortunate. The horrid personality can be trivially observed by reading this web journal (oops, nearly said the b-word!) While on the face of it this might seem like a good thing, the fact is that ugliness is, when it comes to it, largely correctable in the long run; it seems less clear that personality is. Oh, I'm lonely.
NEXT!!! I'm planning on getting an iBook for the last few weeks; was going to do so on Monday but held out in the hope that Apple would release something interesting at their most recent press conference. They failed to do so. Silly Apple! I'm not sure why I was bothered about this, precisely; the current entry-level iBook is entirely adequate for my needs, and I don't generally do processor-intensive stuff, so the long-promised PowerBook G5 is of little interest. Hmm....
Oh, and more Zim quotes (I think I'm addicted):
Zim: No playing with the dirty cow-monsters, Gir, this is SERIOUS WORK WE DO.
Gir: Ooooooh.
Zim: We'll switch; you man the tractor-beam, I'll pump the cows full of human sewage.
Gir: Cows are my friends.
Zim (glaring): I don't like you.
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Zim: Gir, bring me COWS!
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Gir (after robot Dib's eye falls out): Awh, your little robot boy's broken!
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Zim: Filthy squirmy Dib. SQUIRMY! The horrible puny-brained meat-child, with his little glasses, and his... head. POINTY HAIR!
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Zim (to Dib): You dare agree with me? Prepare to meet your horrible DOOM!
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Gir (taking photos of Dib in front of giant robot): Awh, you! You look so cute!
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(Robot Explodes) Zim: VICTORY! VICTORY FOR ZIM! I AM ZIM!