So I’m sat in the lab, its Sunday and I really don’t want to be here.

The place is entirely devoid of life, and I’m rapidly discovering the real lack of anything to do on the internet when you’ve been on it long enough to have watched most of the “big things” on it being developed and released.

Today is Gangrel’s birthday, obviously there’s no way I could make a post without mentioning that, and I hope he has a good one

So mostly I’ve been entertaining myself, and as is typical of me, I’ve been doing it at the expense of others.

First of all, it was the security guy. Ironically, for the second time in my life, I find myself in a position where I’m working terminally unsociable hours and the resident security guy decides that for whatever reason, what I really need is the worlds most boring person standing there trying to be my friend.
Some of you may remember the security guard stories from when I worked for QGO, where the somewhat freaky and ever so slightly stalkerish night security guard would spend evenings trying to have a conversation with me about his mobile phone, purely because he’d realised I was living in the office when I could get away with it.

This one is worse, he doesn’t even have some random inanimate object to talk about, and I do find myself wondering if its the kind of work that attracts people with no social skills and all the personality of a plank, or if its the job that turns normal, interesting people into scruffy, social rejects with sociopathic tendancies.

So as an experiment, I’ve been seeing how long i can encourage him to talk to himself with no input from me. As near as I can tell, we’re up to 43 minutes, during which time I left and had a cigarette and came back to find him still gibbering quite happily to himself.

Freaky much.

Asides from that, I’ve been looking at Social Me again. For those not in the know, its a Facebook application that allows you to “tag” peoples photo’s and “about me” info. Its kind of like speed dating mashed up with facebook and some kind of nasty personals site. In all honesty it should be called “Rape me” or something.
As you browse through the profile pics, clicking the next button frantically, you’re forced to stare at horror after horror. 14 year old girls looking for “the one” with dirty pic’s of themselves that are almost certainly illegal to even view on your pc. Women who’s tags scream “Don’t get in touch if you’re after something dirty” when the pic they’ve chosen to post is of their breasts or vagina just seem insane, and the number of under 20’s children who are trying to pass some comment about how long and hard things have been for them is mental. Glazed expression after glazed expression, intersperced with the kind of rabid grin that makes even the strongest man want to back away and call the police. Profiles where the user has opted to shout their own name at you in the space meant for a quick introductory quote make me wonder if the user is infact a victim of BSE. “Ammmaaandaaaaa” wipe up that drool, theres bound to be a surgeon that can reconnect your brain. Theres enough bright orange tan’s to do serious damage to your health, and it often comes as a relief when you do finally find a profile that is actually just an advert for porn.

Needless to say, I need to find something more constructive to do with my time, and Im open to any and all suggestions.

So yeah, the demon plague of 2008 is back, with a vengeance.

It started with a weird eye infection on the 15th, progressed rapidly to my throat over the weekend, and has now turned right back into the head cold from hell I only just managed to shake over the xmas hols.

As u’ve prolly noticed the domain transfers have all been sorted now, and the place has been spruced up and treated to a shiny new .com

Also currently in the works is a Wiki page, which is theming up quite nicely, and should be serviceable for adding content sometime soon. To save messing about with random packages and utilities, ill probably then use it as a cms for the site in general.

Looking forward to getting home, dont feel like ive seen my partner at all recently, and ive spent the last few days just entering rooms as theyre leaving, coming back from a break as theyre heading off for one, or sleeping fitfully worried that my snoring or coughing is keeping them awake, only to find theyre kipping in the spare room so that they dont stop me sleeping with theirs. Working this weekend won’t help, as it means ill miss out on the time i’d usually have to catch back up with them.

Anyhoos, gotta run for now, updates later…

Today brought the terrible news that a close friends youngest son, aged 9, died on Dec 23rd after an accident at home. Due to his age, the police have ordered an inquest, and hopefully they will be released for a funeral in the next 2-3weeks.
I’m not going to name names, to protect this persons privacy, but needless to say I’m mourning the loss for them. They were the friend I didn’t realise I had when I figured I’d lost pretty much everything else, and probably saved my life over xmas 3 years ago with friendship, good company, toast and pate and cigarettes, and are practically family in my book.
As soon as there’s a date set, I’m looking forward to heading up north to see them, and be there for them.

So here we are, 2009, and Cyth is, unsuprisingly, attempting to start a new blog in order to bring some semblance of order and organisation to their otherwise chaotic life.

With PirateSoup going quickly down the pan, the ongoing adventures of the Lazy [FCUK] gaming clan currently on hold, but the hosting still paid for, it was decided that the best option would probably be to use the space for hosting some random junk, a blog and for some general web development.

As a result, welcome to the all new Lazyfcuk site, to the new year, and to some all new random gubbins for your amusement.