To whinge or not to whinge...
...Actually, for once, it's the latter - sort of. Anyway, last week - Thursday to be exact - was the end of broadcast Formal for Burn FM. Put simply, it was great - Good food, good company, reasonably priced drinks, pretty photos and decent music.
So, you may ask, what's with the title? Well, everything was going fairly well (aside from having to borrow my housemate's smart shoes, which are 2 sizes too small for me) until the walk home. I did the usual thing of getting a Taxi to Selly Oak with everyone else and then walking home, which was bad enough with the shoes, but it was worse because it got me thinking, as it so often does.
The problem is that when I start thinking I tend to run it out to its inevitable conclusion - this is a bad thing most of the time. I thought it would be a fantastic idea, once I'd got home, to compose an email; not inherently a bad move, you might think, but you don't know the half of it yet. The recipient of said email was Antonia and the content was a little honest, to put it mildly. When I thought about it in the morning, I realised that this was really a pretty good thing, because it has meant that I've finally got off my arse and told her how I feel - the problem is that she doesn't check her email that often.
So now I'm stuck in a situation whereby I have no idea whether or not the email has been read. It also means that I can't spend excessive amounts of time sitting around in the studio because if she wonders in and checks her email while I'm there it could be a little awkward. With any luck, I might get some kind of response within the next few days, otherwise I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do about it.
To top things off, on Sunday I managed to break not only my motherboard, but also my £300 graphics card, which has now set me back £350 to replace everything and a good 5 days without a usable PC aside from my server. That's all very well and good, but I've got 580Gigs of data sitting on my PC that I can't get access to at the moment. Grrrrrrrr!
Jumping around a little bit, on Saturday I went back home for Jo's 21st. It was a mildly depressing affair, with much feeling sorry for myself being carried out. On the plus side I did get to meet up with everyone again and discovered that Hughsie's girlfriend is a suprisingly well-balanced individual who harbours no obvious psychopathic tendencies - which is decidedly odd for someone going out with Hughsie.
I think that's just about everything of note that's happened to me in the last week. Stay tuned for another update soon.
Spad.
So, you may ask, what's with the title? Well, everything was going fairly well (aside from having to borrow my housemate's smart shoes, which are 2 sizes too small for me) until the walk home. I did the usual thing of getting a Taxi to Selly Oak with everyone else and then walking home, which was bad enough with the shoes, but it was worse because it got me thinking, as it so often does.
The problem is that when I start thinking I tend to run it out to its inevitable conclusion - this is a bad thing most of the time. I thought it would be a fantastic idea, once I'd got home, to compose an email; not inherently a bad move, you might think, but you don't know the half of it yet. The recipient of said email was Antonia and the content was a little honest, to put it mildly. When I thought about it in the morning, I realised that this was really a pretty good thing, because it has meant that I've finally got off my arse and told her how I feel - the problem is that she doesn't check her email that often.
So now I'm stuck in a situation whereby I have no idea whether or not the email has been read. It also means that I can't spend excessive amounts of time sitting around in the studio because if she wonders in and checks her email while I'm there it could be a little awkward. With any luck, I might get some kind of response within the next few days, otherwise I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do about it.
To top things off, on Sunday I managed to break not only my motherboard, but also my £300 graphics card, which has now set me back £350 to replace everything and a good 5 days without a usable PC aside from my server. That's all very well and good, but I've got 580Gigs of data sitting on my PC that I can't get access to at the moment. Grrrrrrrr!
Jumping around a little bit, on Saturday I went back home for Jo's 21st. It was a mildly depressing affair, with much feeling sorry for myself being carried out. On the plus side I did get to meet up with everyone again and discovered that Hughsie's girlfriend is a suprisingly well-balanced individual who harbours no obvious psychopathic tendencies - which is decidedly odd for someone going out with Hughsie.
I think that's just about everything of note that's happened to me in the last week. Stay tuned for another update soon.
Spad.
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