Woohoo! Inspired by the concerns of Jimmy Grig, I’m dropping in to say hi – and to be clear, I’m saying hi while I’m dropping in.
Because yes, all my grigging takes place from the work toilet cubicles – and my recent absence owes much to the lack of a wifi password for the work network. Sadly, 3G doesn’t reach the men’s bogs.
But I’ve got a new password! Hurrah!
The only other distraction has been Angry Birds. I know, I know – lame. But iOS is not world class for games; and those that are here don’t lend readily to 7.6 minutes stints (my average stay). The exception being Monument Valley – review pending! – which is ace, and quite quick.
The other love of my toilet life being tumblr. Where, weirdly, I spend my time looking at pictures like the one above of a game boy instead of playing actual games. It’s kind of my current phase of life – I like the idea of games more than the reality. Though that has more to do with time than preference, there is one other good reason for it – fan art is the distillation of the best of our memories. There are very few DeviantArt pages devoted to the Game Boy conversion of RoboCop. Or the SNES version of Jurassic Park. Because they were lame. So a tumblr feed? Like pure memory opium.
Anyway, my ablutions are over. Now to wipe and dash. Happy days my fellow grigs!
Woo hoo, Bedgell is back! It was a pleasure to know it was written while you were parking your lunch. Made the article all the more personal.
I used to check Facebook while on the can, until I realised it wasn’t even worthy of that prestige. Don’t think I’ve logged in (excuse the pun) for about two years now. Anyone who knows my old tradition might realise I’ve moved on to pastures anew, or are thinking I am suffering from chronic constipation. Assuming it still details ‘Last logged in’ that is.
I dunno Edgell – if there are other cubicles in there too you could easily be getting in a round of Space Team with your workmates and there’d be nothing – nothing – weird about it…
‘Grease the shacklepipe!’
There is a guy that shouts grease the shackle pipe from trap 2. But then there’s often then sound of a deaf guy slapping the back of his neck after so I dunno if he’s playing on his iPhone or what…