World of work Yes, this is the reason of my lack of online-ness, this real-world approach to living I've adopted. Going to work, earning my bread, that kind of thing.

I should also, in the early stages of this post, mention that the previous post about my May Week antics was supposed to be written in that aloof, pretentious style, echoing the full enormity of the week. I hope that no small animals were harmed in the making of that article.

Richard forwarded on this link to a report on the fantastic online journal, The Onion. The article talks of the impact of gay rights campaigning, and echoes my views more perfectly than I can imagine. The true sad thing is though that it's quite true in a way—gay "rights" parades reflect the views only of the tiniest number of people, and because they make the most fuss and bother, they're the ones holding up a much outdated stereotype they're trying to eradicate. Gah.

Oh yeah, so this employment malarkey. I guess I shouldn't say where I work (unless you happen to know me already) in case I become a cropper by being libellous or something. (I have some exciting—for a geek—photos to upload, but I need to get these cleared by The Authorities.) Let's just say the job involves railways and being below the surface, and we'll call the company X for the time being, and I can think of a vaguely-humorous name.

Already I'm learning that inefficiency seems to be an in-bred deficiency in British industry, and this place is no exception. There are individuals who want to push for change, but the company is so bloated, it ain't gonna happen any time soon. I still don't even have my network log-on, and I've been here two weeks. Grr...

Bleugh. That's about it really, other than the Big Crazy Thing that happened at the end of last week. More to come on that.

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Gracing the ears: The Knife's Heartbeats is still making me dribble everytime I hear it, and I've also bought Blue States's The Soundings, which I'm finding rather a listenable album indeed, and excellent for preventing the murder of annoying people during the commute. Imagine guitarey chillout, but good.
Posted: 10-07-06 16:07 :: Permalink: http://ben.corale.co.uk/archive/v1/232.html

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The blog author writes Addendum:

I honestly do think people, who never before even thought anything remotely negative of gays, could well change their opinions for the worse when they see a Pride parade float go past with oiled-up, mostly-naked torsoes gyrating their toned muscles past.

It certainly changes my opinions, I'm beginning to tire rapidly of gay men holding up ridiculous stereotypes. Ok, it may just be bitterness on my part that guys I fancy invariably turn out the be straight, and now I hate all those happy and proud gay homos.
Commented: 14-07-06 14:20