Networking (Social Or Otherwise)

Off to see some people today about a prospective piece of writing. I sent them all the usual stuff, and then they asked if I had a blog and could I send that to them too. I was not sure about this. Would anyone really want to employ someone called househusbandnot who spends most of his time talking about sandwiches and animals? But I sent hhn anyway. But thinking about it, I am now off to meet three strangers who know more about me than some of my best friends (many of whom don't bother reading hhn). Could be an interesting meeting ("How do you feel your recurring dreams about talking to wolves will help us in our campaign?" "Does Madame B come with the package, or do we have to pay her separately?" "Actually, we don't want you. You can't spell. Do you have a contact for The Waunch?" "You are obviously nuts. We bought you this Easter Egg." etc.)

On other news, mrs househusbandnot set me up a facebook account last night. Seems most of the people in her office are into this new social networking site, and mrs hhn thought I should get in on the act too. I checked it out this morning. What is it actually for? Is this really socialising? Isn't it just about finding pictures of strangers to look at? (Mind you, mrs hhn did admit that it is fun if you are nosey.) Is it just a dating site for nice people? Do people really get work through it? Too many questions, and one too many photos of me on it if you ask me.

Although the people I am seeing today are very much into the whole Web 2.0 thang, and looking to find people who can reflect the whole inclusion/involvement/networking agenda on their various websites. So maybe mrs hhn wsa right to try and drag me someway into this century with a facebook account. (I actually just went into facebook and tried to change my page/space or whatever it is called from my real name to hhhn, but it wouldn't let me do it. And anyway there was all that stuff about Madame B and photos a while back which got a little weird, so maybe it is better to keep the two separate [which kinda defeats - and certainly duplicates - some of the the purpose of networking or socialising or talking or writing on the net, but what the *&^^].)

In other other news, off to the in laws again this weekend. They are having a big party for their 40th anniversary. Being eager planners, my in laws have allocated me tasks, including doing the BBQ - well one of them. They did own a BBQ which was about the size a large sofa, but they decided that this was not enough and have bought a second even bigger one. So if you are driving around the New Forest this weekend, and see flames licking the tops of buildings and trees, it could be me at work with one of these weapons of mass destruction. (I know about as much about cooking on a BBQ as I do braille.)

In other x 3 news, I went to this scruffy off licence last night - the sort of place you go to when you can't be arsed to find an Oddbins because you are late for your friends' supper party and it is just there and you think there is bound to be some someway decent wine in there and you go in and think you are going to be killed by the gang of kids hanging around trying to get the owner to sell them a bottle of Thunderbird and you do find some okay wine and but it costs 14 squid - and I was buying a couple of bottles of wine hoping the manager would not kill me, and he said "You have been blessed" looking at my groin. Very fuckin' weird. (And I now have to work out if those people I am seeing today will have read this in the next hour before our meeting, and consider whether or not to stuff a pair of socks down my pants for the interview. Sometimes there is just too much information out there.)

Incidentally, apologies to The Waunch for calling him a star fucker. If in any way I was implying that he is prepared to drop anything in order to go and hang out with unfunny comedians and moderate Canadian rockers, I apologise.

Hv a gd w'end...