Your roses are dead, my Sanyo Xacti is blue...

Hi everyone! How are you? You good? Good! I'm glad. [I'm glad you're good]

This week I finally got over The Sickness that I had last week. All I know is that I had flu symptoms, and my glands (in rather awkward places...) swelled up so badly I resorted to Googling my problems, which, let me tell you, was a bad idea. So bad in fact, I called Iain in a flood of tears explaining that I may have:

a) Sleeping African Disease
b) AIDS
c) The Plague
d) The Clap
e) Cancer
d) all of the above and would most certainly die or/and become infertile

These were all actual answers as to why my gland were swollen, paired with my other symptoms. Apparently swollen glands equals cancer and untimely death on the internet, so that's why I was more than glad when a nurse at the NHS informed me that no, I probably wasn't dying, and no, I more than likely didn't have African Sleeping Disease.

So, to celebrate my newfound health, I attended a rather boring conference with the sole purpose of wanting to sit through an hour of a rather intensely geeky Masterclass, put on by a certain "University".

Google me this, Google me that...

Said Masterclass was useful, but the "professors" were the most dry, unfunny, robotic people I've ever seen in my life.  (Which is why I would much rather have attended this Google Talk in Mountain View, aka The Place Of My Birth.) They didn't even attempt at making a joke, yet they were kind enough to provide us with a plethora of goodies, including a bottle of water and a packet of candy with a Google sticker on the front. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that they were not actually Google candy, but simply an assortment of sweets from another company and simply passed them off as their own. I'M ON TO YOU.

Yesterday's traditional festivities are something I generally prefer to ignore and not acknowledge. I had an angry post all ready to go in my head, and I realized that hating Valentine's Day is just too hip this year, so I decided against it.

Iain and I had planned about a month ago that this year, we would finally celebrate V Day together properly, and maybe do a dinner and a movie thing, and finally go see Cloverfield. No presents. And then about Sunday last week we realized we just couldn't be bothered, and that maybe we'd just go to the movies this weekend...but probably not. (Staying home and watching Top Gear reruns whilst eating pizza is so much better.)

Come 6 o'clock last night we met on New Oxford Street, ready to do our usual walk/shove to the Tube station when we decided to pop into Jessops ( a camera shop) and lust after some of the JVC camcorders we've been drooling over for the past couple weeks...

...and then we wandered up Tottenham Court Road to all of the electronic shops just to look at the other cameras that are out now and to "let the tube crowds die down"...

And then some man showed us the most glorious camcorder I've ever touched. It was blue. It was shiny. It was lightweight. It could fit in my hand bag. It was recorded purely on SD. IT WAS LOVE.

Then, some sort of wildly erotic exchange happened when this man said the magical words of "DISCOUNT" and "SPECIAL PRICE JUST FOR YOU" and next thing I know, Iain and I were walking out of the shop sweating, shaking, and giggling with ecstasy.

I would happily make love to this camera.

Iain got me the Sanyo Xacti VPC-CA65EX in the prettiest blue color I've ever laid eyes on. AND IT'S WATERPROOF!!! Plus, all the cool kid Bloggers in the states seem to think this is pretty nifty, too.

THEN we bought a 4GB SD card that you can fold and plug directly into your USB port. *quiver*

AND THEN he took me to the Eagle Bar & Grill were they serve ANCHOR STEAM...AND MACARONI AND CHEESE.

We sat there playing around with the Xacti and drinking and stuffing our face with American style food. It was probably one of the best moments that I've had in a long time. I was relaxed. I was content. We didn't intend on having a date on Valentine's day. Nor did I expect such a fabulous gift that pulls my face into some drooly, geeky smile whenever I think about it.

Last night was so much better than any Hallmark commercial or romantic comedy could have portrayed. Don't give me roses. Don't book us into some fancy restaurant where we'll feel obligated to be in good moods and enjoy the food and stare into each other's eyes longingly because we have to and because god dammit we payed good money for all this *romance*!!

Take me to a bar with good beer! Serenade me with the cheesy beats from some z-list DJ with a mullet! Seduce me with spontaneity! Shower me with 4GB SD cards, mini USB cables and waterproof cameras. *SWOON*

After last night, I think we're found that the best way to find romance...is on accident. (And with some really fucking cool gadgets.)