2007 — 22 May: 200 days of bunking off from IBM!
My, how Time flies... And, I must say, I could get seriously used to this retirement skylark. Did you see The Onion's piece on recent revisions to Catholic theology, by the way? Including:
- Celibacy for clergy now optional, but those who remain chaste eligible for fantastic monthly prizes.
- Acknowledged that the Spanish Inquisition probably could've been handled better.
And, my personal favourite in light of the Dawkins book (which is fascinating, by the way):
- Reconsidered belief that there's an invisible, all-powerful man in the sky who created everything.
David the Ripper — take 2
Is there no end to the CD boxes? Of course, it doesn't really help move things along if I keep saying, "oh, let's just hear a bit of that one" before I rip it again. I'm still dithering about whether or not to scan the cover artwork this time, too. Christa has fetched ten boxes down, so far. These hold around 70 double-CD cases each, so that's around 1,400 CDs for me to work on. Trouble is, She's the one who knows where all these boxes are stashed up in the loft and, after her (minor) surgical repair (which is now scheduled for this coming Thursday) I rather doubt even I can justify sending the poor gal up and down the ladder and scrambling around the loft for me.
I spoil1 that girl!
They ain't from aroun' here, is they?
Just heard a senator (with what sounded, to my relatively untutored ear, like a Texan accent) on NPR suggesting, in all seriousness, that the 12,000,000 "illegal immigrants" in North America should, basically, be "rounded up" (though he didn't go on to say exactly what2 to do next).
Banks! Don'tcha just love 'em?
My attempt to invoke the promised-to-be-hassle-free simplified current account switching process stumbled at the first hurdle when the bank I'm leaving told the bank I'm joining that my account with them isn't solely in my name — this is news to me, of course. They in turn told me, and said they therefore couldn't proceed...
I phoned Mrs New Bank's suggested number, in Liverpool somewhere, and she took all the details again, audibly rattled off an e-mail (gawd knows to whom) and promised to re-issue their written request to Mr Old Bank. Turns out Mr Old holds variant forms of info about me "in two different places on their computer system" (I believe that seemed to be the gist [and full extent] of their technical explanation). I outstared the front-line clerk until he scurried off to the assistant manager — the same young lady who finally admitted, not too long ago, that, yes, they'd managed to put my Title Deeds somewhere so safe that they couldn't be retrieved for me.
I await developments.
Shops etc?
Of course, no visit to the local Metropolis is ever entirely wasted:
- Breaking the Waves
- Matewan
- Ancient Rome on Five Denarii a day by Philip Matyszak
Cover artwork scans of the two DVDs will eventually occur, no doubt, but I'm busily ripping at the moment. And, of course, I'll be watching the film portrait of Scott Walker on BBC1 in just over 30 minutes, too. Busy, busy, busy.