Belly Burn

Today I sat out in the sun and burnt my belly, had pizza with pistachio nuts on (which were suprisingly good), and went to Halfords to get the necessary parts to change my car's oil, oil filter, air filter and coolant. As I had never done any work on any cars before I was pleased with how cheap and easy (apart from loosening the rusted, neglected oil sump nut off the car and a mix up in buying the wrong air filter) it was. And I even gave my car a cursory wash. The first I had given it in my off and on use of it over the last 10 years. I did forget the sun roof was open for the initial burst of water sprayed at the car but in this weather I'm sure it will dry quickly. Oh yes and I'm off to check out the job on Monday.

And I realised my earlier poo weighing was very unscientific. I was forgetting about the wee. If I want to really do this properly I will have to wee first, weigh myself (maybe even before and I can see how much I can wee as well. Although it is generally less wee when you are pooing than a dedicated no. 1. So probably not worthwhile then and 3 weighings is probably a bit much. Although I am unemployed...) and then poo thus hopefully eliminating any wee from the equation.

Job and Steampunk

For a man as lazy as myself finding a job when you are unemployed is hard. There are so many better things to be doing with my time than sitting down and working on my cv and applying for jobs I am almost certainly going to hate. As a result, I have not yet applied for work since I quit my last job. This appears to be the perfect way to get a job as one of my friend's texted me today offering me a job working for a stone company (supplying worktops for kitchens and probably other stone related projects as well). I will call him in a bit to find out more. All very exciting stuff i'm sure. Before I find out more, I am not keen on the idea. I probably will dislike it and they will probably expect me to be in the job for a reasonable amount of time, which I certainly won't be able to guarantee. And if a friend gets me a job he will look bad if I do leave or screw up. So I guess I'll find out more and make a decision.

I spent most of the morning reading Perdido Street Station by the bizarrely named China Mieville (with an accent on the first e of his last name but I am too clueless to be able to correctly write that on a computer.) It is a steampunk book, apparently, which wikipedia reliably informs me is a subgenre of speculative fiction concerning works set in the past, or a world resembling the past, in which modern technological paradigms occurred earlier in history, but were accomplished via the science already present in that time period. Steam powered computers and the like in this case. I have enjoyed it so far. A little silly but generally good fun. Certainly better than sorting my life out which was my goal at the start of the week. Maybe tomorrow...

urrrrgggghhhhhhh

Today I have been feeling very hungover and so have spent most of the day lying on my bed feeling sorry for myself. I was too hungover to bother weighing my beer fueled poo which I am fairly sure would have beaten my 400g effort yesterday. I hadn't planned on including quite so much information about my bowel movements on this blog but in my fragile state today it is the best I can come up with. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to raise the level somewhat.

Headbutt and poo

I watched the world cup final yesterday. The game was poor and here in the UK, the commentary terrible. Not terrible enough to warrant switching to ITV though. It would have to be pretty dire to watch football on the light channel unless you had to. The highlight of the game for me was Zindane's headbutt. I wonder what odds you could have got on Zidane being sent off in the world cup final for headbutting a man in the chest. It was a darkly comic moment. I, for one, thoroughly enjoyed it. I haven't found out yet what the provocation was. I can't decide whether I want it to be something shocking or something insignificant. If it was something like racist abuse then it would tarnish the Italians win somewhat. On the other hand if it was something minor it would make his behaviour even more inexplicable. Either way, what a way to end your career.

Apart from that I entertained myself today by weighing myself both before and after a poo. If my scales are accurate I just pooed 400g. It didn't seem that large and I think I can do better...