2009 — 13 December: Sunday
Remind me again, somebody, of the evolutionary advantages of toothache. Damned if I can think of a single one... I shall have to distract myself with a picture of Christa with her strawberries in the garden in Old Windsor:
This would have been in 1977, I suspect. G'night.
Food security
Yippee! Something else to worry about. I recommend breakfast before reading. Or maybe even instead of reading!
It's 09:26 and, although the sun is up, it's now dipped behind clouds. Ungreat. The damage wrought by a hot cuppa is now being soothed by cold milk on the breakfast stodge. Still, I had to try!
I haven't been in a library for many moons... (apart from calling in to one in Peterborough to disprove a claim Mike had made about the date of formation of a pop act while we were on the Quad repair mission in October):
When people start flipping out in the library, a special thing happens — patrons get interested; suddenly the porn on their screen isn't as interesting as the fight that may be taking place just a few feet away. They don't leave their Internet terminals to help out because they're afraid they'll lose their time (libraries learned this months ago during a rather sizable earthquake, when patrons were more concerned about getting their Internet time back when the library was being evacuated, than whether or not the light panel dangling above their head might fall on top of them), they simply turn their chairs and stare.
Photoshopping expedition
Always good for a quick scan. (Have a Merry Creationist Christmas, indeed.) Though this one made me smile broadly (no mean feat in the face of toothy twinges, I can tell you):
Goodness me, it will soon be time for lunch. Still sunny and cloudy in more or less equal parts. It's 12:33 and Garrison Keillor is in full flow.
Speaking of full flow, a word to the bereaved: beware the power of music! In my case, a Fairport Convention track that caught me unawares. But in happier news, the toothy twinges appear to be lessening as the antibiotic wreaks cellular havoc down among the germ cells. This is a Good Thing. Indeed, it makes me (almost) cheerful enough to contemplate watching Keanu Reeves in Constantine1 later tonight. Mind you, he's up against some tough competition on BBC4. (I didn't know Margaret Drabble and AS Byatt were estranged sisters.)
It's only 17:25 but I've drawn all the curtains, thus making it impossible to be bothered by the strange variety of Xmas lights that are now appearing. Just call me Scrooge.
The last four episodes...
... of The Thick of it are cutting themselves on to a DVD-R for me as I type. The evening meal is already history, too, as I catch the last few minutes of "Freak Zone". I also watched the short segment of "Coast" that revisited the cross-channel hovercraft. To think the service was essentially scuppered by the ending of "duty free" goods. Crazy world. Mind you, we never crossed other than by ferry or tunnel.
Drugs bad, drugs money good?
"Drugs and crime chief says $352bn in criminal proceeds was effectively laundered by financial institutions"
— Source.
Erm, define "effectively"!