Professional!

I spent some of this morning at a "conference" of sorts checking out competitors to my company and offering them my services.

The venue was part of Crown Towers, a complex I have set foot in a hand full of times and blockaded once. Hateful, hideous ugly place, had to walk through this frightening foyer to get to the thing. Go in there one day, and see what I mean, better yet, take Acid first...

My Dad works in this field (Library software, that sort of crap) so I sent him an SMS "Are you at a conference about dull dull library stuff?"

He was about to deliver a paper. Eep. It must run in the family.

Fuck, I wish I was back on holiday.

Tomorrow I'm going to buy a Futon.

In other good news - I won the Super Talk Barbie on ebay. In other stupid news, I accidentally bid against the guy from Toydeath who it's actually for. D'oh! Ah well, he was pleased to discover the number of other scary toys - talking Afro Ken Doll (as opposed to Afro Ken, the San-X character who resembles evildoom_bunny), Italian talking Barbie - I'm getting a thankyou on their next album at this rate!

Ok, better get back to work...