The dice was loaded from the start.

Little circles.

I read Ben Elton’s Blind Faith over the last week – a generally acceptable tome, an image of the future with eerie references to Goog’ing people, Tub’ing their vids, daily blogs and Facespacing them. Nothing amazingly interesting but hey, it’s a book, and books in general are rarely bad. I wouldn’t buy it again, I might have library’d it. Acceptable though – and ironic (hence little circles) that I talk about a book that presents future life as the culmination of the current facebook/myspace/blog etc sharing trend on my blog…

I had a reason for posting this blog, for getting out of bed and turning on laptop and posting this blog and I can’t remember that reason. However whilst it loaded and whilst posting I have enjoyed listening to one of my favourite emotive numbers:

Juliet, *cue drum riff*
When we made love, you used to cry.
Said I love you like the stars above,
I love you ’til I die.
There’s a place for us.
You know the movie song.
When you gonna realise
It was just that the time was wrong.
Juliet…

I’ve remembered! QI! Call me a cynic (I provide a comments feature for this very reason, please use it) but listening to the QI themetune (that I randomly have on my iPod just above “Private Investigations – Romeo and Juliet”, hence the distraction) gives me a warm, fuzzy and above all defensive feeling. As if being clever and being interested in things for the sheer value of being interested in them is frowned upon in today’s society. Being a smartarse (smAR-TARss) about something that doesn’t directly relate to celebrities or sport does to some extent make you a little bit just a teeny microscopically tiny bit Sad. Admitting to such interests makes me a little wary – and a little apologetic. As if to say “sorry I’m interested in the subject of random dog breeds and opted to bring it up today – I’ll go back to my cuppa now and be quiet”. I can’t help it – random fact of a nature that is no doubt invaluable to some but currently of limited value to me does compel me to learn it by rote, whereas not-so-random fact related to my profession does not interest me in the slightest. I suspect this is related to what is required of me, i.e. if someone should insist I learn the genetic variations of the cream gene in horses I shall no doubt spend the next few months learning the in depth pharmacokinetics of thiopentone. I am only interested in what I don’t have to know, and I choose to take that to previously unreached levels of obsessive-compulsivity. Oh yes, “compulsivity” is a word.

Hello everyone, I am Kai, and I am clever.

Sorry.