Braaaaaaains. The other thiiiiiing.

Don't mind the title. I now have a Something Positive-related in-joke with dodgyhoodoo. Though I still remember leaning into Octopus after leopard_lady and calling, "Hey, monkey-butter! Either put him through a table or tag me in! I wanna go drink now!"

Anyway.

Your Livejournal zombie attack. LiveJournal Username The name of your zombie infested home town. Your zombie killing weapon of choice. How much do zombies scare you? More than death itself.ZOMBIES!?! HOLY FREAKING CRAP!They freak me out a bit.Well... They're a bit scary... I guess.Zombies? Meh. Small stuff.I eat zombies for breakfast. Oh noes!!11 A zombie! What do you do? RUUUUUUUUUUUN!Its shot gun time.Sit in my arm chair, flip on CNN, and have some ice cream.Hide under the bed. No one looks under the bed.Hunt down the zombie leader.Steal your neighbors car.A BARREL ROLL! Blasting zombies left and right with a freaking twelve guage. What do you think? kissing2bclever Curled into a fetal position crying their eyes out. cholten99 Is pwning some zombies with Don't Stop Me Now playing in the background. aberranteyes Is sitting at home watching CNN and eating ice cream. leopard_lady Get ripped to pieces by the zombies. Bummer. evilshell Is the zombie king who you must destroy to end the zombie menace. bluedevi Number of zombies you decapitate. 766 Chances you survive the zombie swarm. 57% Quiz created by Rob at BlogQuiz.Net

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Interview in two hours. Muh.

All in all, a great night

( What's in a name? )

It was a good day. Fine, I didn't get as high on my typing test as I'd have liked (86 wpm at 100% accuracy, but the keyboard was positioned funny) but the people at the recruitment agency were really impressed. I'm hoping they have better luck with finding me a job fast than the other places I've been trying.

Then met up with dodgyhoodoo at the Marlborough Head, one of those Eerie pubs. Drinks, snack, then off for a wander. We stopped off in Hamleys on the way into the Leicester Square area, mocked various of the toys, tried on silly hats (ninja_arzt and bluenotebea will remember that particular diversion quite well) ... and then there was the odd-looking glove puppet. It looked like either someone's really warped idea of a werewolf or a bear on lots and lots of crack. It was marketed as "Chibaba", which apparently is the Nyanja word meaning "it hurts". (Google is my friend.) On a shelf next to it were these plush horses in the world's most appalling shade of pink. So I put on the glove puppet and...

Me: (silly voice; waggling the puppet) I am the Great Chibaba! Destroyer of all that is pink and annoying! (grabs pink horse with puppet hand, making it look for all the world like the Great Chibaba was tearing out the horse's soft, overpink underbelly with its teeth) Rrrr! Rawr! Rrr!

Then I realised that it wasn't only dodgyhoodoo that was watching this (and laughing at me); there was a Molly-aged girl looking on in some bemusement. Looks like I don't need a teaching certificate to warp and corrupt young minds. Yay.

From there we had dinner at 50s style diner (good hamburgers, great milkshakes) before pottering off to the sports bar we went to on his birthday to play more pool. This time I did win two games out of three, but only by default on the last one. Second game I potted the eight-ball far, far too early (whoops) but, though I still insist that dodgyhoodoo is a lying liar who tells lies about his lack of pool ability, I will admit I gave him a run for his money in that last game. Five balls in three shots is not to be sneezed at.

So now I'm at home and it's too late to be thinking about binning shit right now. I can do that in the morning. Unless I get sudden burst of energy sometime around midnight, which happens from time to time...