Interlaken

I'm currently at CHEP04 in Interlaken. It's a funny place (as is much of Switzerland), sort of a cross between Las Vegas (Casino's, Strip Bars, Hooters) and Roysten Vasey (Slightly sinister landscapes, "Mystery Park", Scary Manequins that look like Debbie McGee, or a zombie from night of the living dead).

In fairness I'm being harsh. The scenery is amazing, we're right in the mountains and theres two mountain rivers running through the heart of town. It's just the manequins that scare me. It's quite a quite place, and in some shops the manequins are all there is. It's like the people of the town are gradually becoming Manequins. They get bored, stand still for a long time and turn into plastic.

One of those dreams that everyone has

Recently we've been having trouble with the shower in my flat, microswitches or something. Last nightI had one of those dreams that everyone gets that there was another bathroom in our house. It was very vivid and a bit weird. I was like "Hey why don't we just use the other shower" and my housemates said "oh yeah, we've been using that for ages". Weird.

I spent hours talking to my friend in Canada last night. It's a funny relationship as essentially we are just words on the screen to each other. But in many ways thats not so different from other relationships, just the divide is clearer.

Joe has finally started a blog! Check out the world of marvin!!

My Evening & Fairly Random Thoughts

I had a good walk and talk with Mike this evening. Many things went unsaid, as these things usually do but it was good to say what I did.

We discussed how basically our genetics are in conflict with how society currently expects people to behave. We're at that age when we become conflicted, which is never fun.

I also confessed that I'm wasting my time, treading water, doing nothing. I'm not creating or destroying, I'm not really happy or sad, and this middle ground is really boring and rather painful.

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Wouldn't it be weird if there was one blog out there written by someone inspired, who had "the answer" that solved everyones problems; but that person only knew people who weren't online and didn't know how to get others to read their words. Or that person knew that whenever someone comes along and trys to help the world they get killed, usually in an unpleaseant manner, and so kept schtum. The solution to all the worlds ills would be lost under a pile of self indulgent blogs like this one, I mean there are litterally millions of them.

As Gary Jules sang, its a mad world.

If you have ever bought a McFly or Busted album kill yourself.

Mad people and mobile phones

As I was walking into work this afternoon there was a woman on the other side of the road, talking. At first I thought she was crazy and talking to herself, then I figured she must have been on the phone "hands-free"; it sounded like a conversation. She overtook me , she was walking fast and I rarely walk to work quickly, and crossed onto my side of the road whereupon I noticed she was dressed in a slightly crazy way. She had on lots of layers, as if it were winter, when today in Bristol it has been lovely and sunny. I overtook her on the other side, and confirmed my suspicions: no phone!
Thats the trouble with mobile phones it makes it a lot harder to tell who's crazy and who's not.