I wrote this for a forum I was on.. someone was happy about the postponment of the release of the Playstation 3, as they know they won't get laid for a while after it comes out... so I wrote 10 reasons why console gaming is better than s3x.

Its almost as fun by yourself as with someone else.

You can do it in public without getting arrested.

You can do it with your little brother without people looking at you like your skin’s about to crawl off..

You can do it without losing your underwear in inopportune places.

You can talk about gaming without sharing too much information.

Your partner doesn’t get jealous if you do it with someone else.

Gaming is available any time you want it.

Gaming can go all night and never gets tired before you do.

No one gets angry if you come first.

You can ask someone back to yours to play games with you without getting slapped.

Sometimes the odds are massively stacked against you..

I was due for a job interview at *insert pay television company here* and I was reasonably excited by the prospect.

I left work the afternoon/evening prior, with the full intention of quietly slipping off to sleep fairly early on. On finishing work, our former flatmate invited himself over, so we hung out for a while.. while I did shout the house booze, I sat quietly, drinking mostly water.

Then Ms R texted me.. She was bringing a boy home from work. Now last time R brought a boy home from work, he was a certified wanker, filthy hippy and completely and utterly sleazy, so I thought staying up to quality control this guy would be a good idea.

Problem was, when he arrived (on a hog!!!) he was actually a genuinely cool bloke.. He was really interesting, and had varied and encyclopaedic knowledge of heaps of different music genres, as well as a wealth of anecdoty and jokey goodness.

I stayed up till midnight. Ooops. Set my alarm clock and rolled into bed, not drunk but lacking sleep.

Next morning I wake to the sound of the alarm on my phone going off.. shit. I must have turned off my alarm clock in my sleep, so now my phone’s telling me I have to go to work.. WORK?? I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW IN ONE HOUR!!!!

I scramble into the shower, get presentable and call a cab. The cabbie was a lovely man, but unfortunately I didn’t know where I was going, and he thought I was going somewhere else. He dropped me off at the wrong building, and was gone before I realised.

Shit.

Call number 1

I call R, it rings through to voicemail. R’s chirpy voicemail message plays, but I hang up. Shit. She’s asleep.

Call number 2

I call again, to try to wake her up. No dice.

Call Number 3

I call the former flatmate, who ended up crashing at the squalour. I manage to wake him up, and force him to go wake up R.

R, being R, couldn’t give me anything close to directions. By this point, it was ten minutes after the interview was due to start. I resolved to reschedule with HR.

Call number 4

I called directory assistance and asked for the number for reception. They weren’t able to help me, but did give me the 13 number. OK.

Call number 5

I call the 13 number. After pushing no less than 5 buttons to get to an actual person, I explain my plight to the disbelieving man on the other end of the phone, and he (after 5 minutes, and lots of putting me on hold to talk to his team leader or the guy next to him) puts me through to a woman. I explain my plight to her.

She’s confused. The people and situations I’m explaining just don’t line up in her head. She thinks I’m lying. She asks for Ms R’s name. I spell it. Twice.

And then…

“Where are you? Are you in Sydney or Melbourne?”

“I’m in Melbourne, in Moonee Ponds”

“Oh. This is reception for Sydney. I’ll put you through to Melbourne.”

AARG!

However, on getting through to the receptionist in Melbourne, I was efficiently switched through to the lovely Tori, who very kindly offered to reschedule later this week.

Gah.

That being done, I took the tram to work, and arrived an hour early…

You just can’t win.

They say no good deed goes unrewarded.. and I reckon they are right.

A dear friend of mine (R) has been depressed, and has been having the worst of luck - he's had two phones lost or stolen in the past month, had his poor heart broken, and finally, on Saturday night, he was ditched by one friend, then, on the way to see another, was beaten up... He's okay, but wasn't really in a great way emotionally.

He went to the internet cafe to do his regular emails/LiveJournal thang... and recognised this 17 year old guy he'd met there about a year previously. On their previous encounter, the young'un had needed to speak with someone about his lovelife, and R happened to be there, and politely listened. The young'un recognised him, and thanked him for his patience and advice. The kid was in another relationship which was making him far happier, but still remembered the sympathetic stranger. R's whole view of the world changed... he is now going to a counsellor for the depression, enrolling in a self-defence course and is generally more positive about the world.

This kind of thing happened to me last year.. I was unemployed and broke, but I had lots of friends who were also in dire financial straits themselves, so I had been ensuring they all had money for cigarettes/food. One day I had no cash, no food and no cigarettes.. One friend invited me round for dinner, another came over to pay me the money they owed me, and two others bought me a pack of cigarettes each. Karma is a wonderful thing... You never know when a good deed will be repaid... but often its when you need it the most.

Interesting weekend...

Went to the dodgiest bar I've been to in a long time on Saturday, to celebrate a friends birthday. I was there with the lovely Ms PA (my girlfriend) and caught up with a few people I haven't seen in a long time.

One of which was my ex, T. T and I didn't part on the best of terms, but since we still share a lot of friends, I've always been civil and friendly towards her.

However, when I went with PA to say hello, she said two words to me and wouldn't even look at PA. I just wanted to say hi, and see how she was doing. I can understand why she would have felt awkward, its always tricky when you meet your ex's current, but I felt her demeanour made the whole situation undignified.

I know that the breakup between us could have gone better. I just wish I could make things easier between us now. I don't know if its possible.

Reading this blog entry, it goes into a situation where a man, after turning a girl down for sex, its assumed that they are gay. Reading the comments, there are a lot of straight men out there that really believe that to be asked if they are gay is an insult.

But really, in our current society, to ask or assume that someone is gay is a fair assessment. Personally, I never assume on someone's sexual orientation until they either make it clear, or I clarify with them. I might have some sort of inkling, but I sure don't assume anything.

The most girly, princessy, stilettoed girl might be a lesbian. The most beer-swilling, ball-scratching, footy-watching boy might be gay. You don't know.People assume all the time that I'm straight, even though I fit some of the stereotypical lesbian criteria.

So in this age where orientation is no longer exclusively tied to the stereotypes, is being asked if you are gay an insult?