Went out for dinner with friends on Saturday night and then came back to our place to play Dirty Minds. The basic idea is there are three dirty-sounding clues for an innocent word that people have to guess. For example "sometimes big balls swing from me" turned out to be a crane. It provided reasonable entertainment, but needs a bit of rework. We actually won the game on our first turn at one point, without anyone else having a turn. That's a bit silly.

Once we were bored with Dirty Minds we switched to Scattergories. Roll a letter and then come up with words starting with that letter for each category, while not having the same word as anyone else. One category was capital cities. For A I put down Abidjan, the capital of the Ivory Coast. Then for F I put down Freetown, the capital of Sierra Leone. Not a bad start, but C had me stumped. Canberra would have been the obvious answer. Heh.

Work

I have lost my minions for the week. They're all off working on the test team. Meanwhile, the entire test team is in Sydney trying to get our parent company out of the shit. All, except for one of our graduates with four months experience. We now call him the Graduate Test Manager.

Family history stuff

Not really getting anywhere at the moment while I wait for the certificates that I've ordered. But I have joined genesreunited, as recommended by hulver. I think the interface is crap; finding detailed information about an individual is particularly non-intuitive. Amongst other things.

I've been contacted by someone who shares my ggg-grandparents as common ancestors. Sounds boring I know, but I'm finding it quite interesting.

Angry feedback

I've left some angry feedback for the company that handles my fiancée's salary packaging arrangements. She's left them numerous phone messages and a couple of emails, but despite their 24 hour call return policy she never gets any response.

I enjoy leaving angry feedback. Particularly having been dancing tonight...

Dancing: It continues to suck

Indeed. The moves they are introducing are just getting more stupid. Imagine the stupidest dance moves you can. Then multiply by a stupidity factor of approximately 6, and you have the stupidity level about right. Tonight we slapped our thighs, waved our arms around like a gorilla, pranced around on our toes, and finished with a conga line.

The instructor continues to be pretty clueless. I don't know how they expect us to remember what order all the bits go in when he clearly cannot. At one point we were running up and down on the spot (spring! he shouts) and then he yells STOP mid-spring.

Also, we've just been told that we'll be standing approximately two inches from the person next to us. So all the bits from previous bits where we were told to stomp or hit the ground hard are impossible without injuring the people around us. It just makes the whole routine look even more pathetic.

I don't think Mr Cha Cha thought a lot about this routine when he was choreographing it. I suspect he was drunk at the time. Actually, perhaps not. It is probably a great routine from the point of view of someone who's making everyone else do it.

The only thing that's saving me from getting totally pissed off with the whole thing is apathy. Hooray for apathy! I really don't give a shit if I'm walking on the wrong foot or not rolling my arse in the right direction. Sometimes I imagine my Forces of Apathy coming into direct conflict with the Evil Mr Cha Cha. It pleases me.

Now I'm listening to Rage Against the Machine Pistol Grip Pump. That's a good post-dancing song. Especially after a couple of hours of Mr Cha Cha's special mix.

Now I will go to bed.

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