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.