THIRTEENTWELVE

Strange dreams last night, possibly due to playing too much half life last night*, possibly due to being tired or possibly due to the sorta weird almost clostraphobic (no attempt to spell that right) feeling you get when driving a car in thick fog - almost like the entire world is just inside the 4 corners of your car that you can see (and you could be anywhere, ever).

The dream sorta went as follows:

(muddled start, cant quite remember)... i'm running around some park, i run over and pick up a tazer (the same way you pick up guns in half life) and i'm now running at the president of the states, only hes not george w bush, hes like, um, ronald reagen. Only he might not be cos hes wearing a ronald reagen spitting image characature mask.

He also has a tazer.

He fires but I strage to the left - leave 1st person view, into 3rd person view - then see myself shoot my tazer into his side. He goes down. Back into 1st person view and I run away. The security men are after me and shooting.

I get shot, in the shoulder. It hurts - I continue running.

I think to myself, I need to loose these fucks. So I use a Hannibal plan from the Ateam and hide really close to where it all happened, like the Ateam do to evade Decker and Linch. So i run around for a bit and come accross another park.

I inspect where I got hit. Its really swollen, I can feel summin under the skin and its gone yellow. Its on my back on my right shoulder. Uncomfortable but could leave it there, its not gonna kill me, its not even bleeding.

So I'm in this other park and Jay the Pimp is there (formerly of the shop). I tell him whats gone down and he says he'll get the bullet out.

So I get on the floor face down and he has a scalple, clearly and then he, well, hacks a big chunk of my shoulder off. Back to a mix of 3rd person and 1st person view (infact whats 2nd person view?? anyways) and i can see a big flap of skin that hes cut around and lots of flesh and what not. He pulls the bullet thing out and throws it away. I have a massive swollen shoulder.

(dream sorta ends)

The office here has 2 cats; Macca and Skya. Probably spelt that wrong. And Macca is a nick name.

Macca for a while now comes to visit me a couple o times a day - jumps on my desk, wants attention, follows my mouse on my screen for a while and then makes me sneeze, so off he goes.

The other cat is really timid and didnt spend any time in the office - she just ran away from us.

Recently shes decided the office is the place to be - she claimed a chair, and I mean claimed it. We cant use the chair anymore as she wont get off it. She just point blank refuses. It her chair and shes keeping it.

Two of us; Robo and myself have wheeled this chair between our seats and the cat spends all her day sleeping, washing and getting our attention on this seat. Win all round.

But some very curious behavour. Something she likes waaay more than the chair - is the laser printer.

Spacecadets in the office next door is printing a motherload of promotional material off on the We Love laser printer (sure my boss will be happy about that - they did wait till he'd nipped out, infact one Spacecadet suggesting he went out with her to get a christmas tree - hmm sneaky lol [Spacecadets rock btw]).
Anyways back to the plot.

The cat has sat an watched the laser printer for 10 minutes, if not longer now. I cant get her attention. The laser printer is king.

The other day she actually got up and sat next to the laser printer. But now shes choosing a vigel from the chair.

I'm now curious as just how long; a) this printer is going to print none-stop, and, b) how long the cat will watch the printer for.

(update - the printer ran out of paper, I'm too lazy to refill it, Spacecadets can do that. The cat fell asleep)

(update 2 - the printers been reloaded with paper and is printing again. The cats back to her vigel)

1312/3!

Eugh. Cant be bothered with this xml I have to edit today. Thought I'd share this.

Sparkle comes home today - not sure when. Its half 10 now - and shes not set off yet. Gonna work of an estimated 6 hours travelling time and be charting the progress on google maps.

Boss, if you read this; I wont wanna be here later this afternoon when she hits manc :-)

New page on the menu; Stuff That Rocks (STR).

A list hopefully mainted by me, grgx and maybe Sparkle if shes interested - and then maybe some others of ma crew (crew? haha).

One things for sure; Stuff Rocks.

Just over a day till Sparkle home!

Big ups tha Freespirit crew for Mondays evening of entertainment.

And for those who stuck the night out for the longest - for getting totally trashed and making tits of yourselves lol.

Apologies to Pizza Express for being so noisy and foul mouthed. Every few seconds fuck, cunt or cock (usually in the form of "xxxxx fuckin lurves tha cock") would be shouted from the table.

Big "fuck off you tossers" to:

• the motorway people for closing off lanes on the motorway meaning its gonna take me hours to get to work in a morning as its down to one lane


• the fuck that left that fuckin great nail in the road that I then drove over and had embedded in my new tire (while not driving on the motorway to avoid the traffic)

I need to get some "you've been 1312'd / thirteentwelve.com" business cards; so when I've befriended a random person I can give them a business card and so further the "make random friends game".

Case in point; last night sat in gc with ArtBlue and we observed a guy, sat on his own at this table - who initially looked like he didnt like the thrash metal music that was on - but was soon tapping his foot.

He went for a piss and 2 emo kids (one known as "rat boy" - he comes into the shop alot and looks like a rat) sat at his table.

So he was uprooted from his table.

I beckoned him over to our table - first he refused, Artblue joined in the beckoning and he joined us.

His name was, um, mark or martin or summin and he was from maidenhead in berkshire. He was a delphi programmer and had been programming till or summin at supermarkets in manchester, as he does around the country or summin. He was learning guitar, was 34, had never been to rockworld, drank stella (bought us a round), liked pool, wasnt into cars and didnt support Man Utd (respected ArtBlues support of City).

Nice guy.

He became part of the 1312/ArtBlue experience.

Ladies and Gentlemen, The ThirteenTwelve Experience (as seen on tv)