A perfect cuboid

Again at work. This time however I was doing a 9-5 shift which always seems to go much quicker for some reason. I had quite a good time today largely due to the music playing; for quite a while it was a collection of David Bowie hits until the person's MP3 player ran out of battery at which point the manager instructed me to put some music on as I had my ipod on me. After serious consideration, the store was treated to some Rhapsody of Fire. Never would I have expected symphonic power metal to work so well in a shop. It was perhaps Currys finest hour.

After work I went to Jamie's house to prepare for the Zombie march on Saturday. Firstly, Jamie excitedly showed me today's issue of the Inverness Courier featuring a small front page section about our plans, and a larger feature underneath general information about the convention. This is even before we have even attempted to make any press release! So we are severely excited about it. The main point of tonight was to practice making fake wounds using Liquid Latex and tissue paper. It sounds like a terrible idea, but what we came up with as "first attempts" were pretty gruesome and fairly impressive if I say so myself. Luckily I don't say so myself as Jamie agreed and when Darroch and Allan joined us they too agreed.

I left Jamie's and proceeded very briefly to the Loch Ness Inn with Darroch, Allan and Drew. It was here that Darroch consumed too much Whisky in too little time. By the time we retired to Drew's house he was dressed in a black wife-beater vest and explained to me, I quote; "Cameron... I am not drunk; I am just pretending... I'm not pretending, I'm drunk". Jon joined us soon after, just in time for Drew to fully explain his reasoning for giving Alien vs Predator the game 2/10; in fairness it does seem a shockingly bad game. This was followed by a full deathmatch tournament on Call Of Duty: World at war. There was only ever to be a contest between Drew and Allan, but in my match against Drew, I was not as severely destroyed as would be expected and I managed to defeat Jon. However, everyone defeated Jon so this bears little merit. Unsurprisingly the final was between Allan and Drew. In this twenty minute showdown Drew was annihilated in a way that I have never seen.

On a sidenote, I found out today would have been Akira Kurosawa's 100th Birthday. I know very little about the man or his films but it got me thinking about how awesome it would be to live to 100. Would you feel the excitement of "gaining a digit" that you felt approaching your 10th Birthday? I am pretty sure I would. Also, in your 90's your age is definitely just a number and birthdays probably roll by, but you would be so determined to live that last two years or so to reach the magic figure. This thought made me consider that my hundredth birthday will be in 2092, meaning that if I do reach it, I will be required to live another 8 years to be able to say that I lived through an entire century. How amazing would that be? Living the entirety of the 21st Century would certainly make up for missing out on living through two palindromic years by only ten days.

On that thought I shall be going to bed as it is now 1:30 and I have to be on the bus to work at 8. I really ought to be removing the last of the Latex from my arms, but I have no pain threshold left in my tiredness.