2010 — 27 March: Saturday
I did something I almost never do this evening: in between chunks of a couple of my favourite Lois McMaster Bujold novels I watched the awful J Woss show to see Emma Thompson and Brian Cox. But it's 00:55 and definitely time for sleep.
G'night.
Yawn
Sleep arrived some time after 03:00 — it's fair to describe me as a little bleary-eyed this morning, as of 08:49 or so. Where's that tea? [Pause] Right; it's 09:39 and I can enjoy the second cuppa while the stuffed crockpot begins yet another magic voyage of culinary experimentation. The sun is actually (almost) shining, too, and the barometer has twitched upward despite last night's TV warnings of snow next week. We shall see.
Not content with polluting the only known habitable planet within reach we have managed to clutter up the space surrounding us. Here's a potential solution. I don't remember the University of Surrey having a "Space Centre" when I had it on my shortlist back in 1968, though I still remember the interview I had there.
I had absolutely no idea that "open carry"1 was permitted. In "Starbucks"! But does Doonesbury ever lead one astray in its surgical dissection of those foibles our transatlantic cousins indulge in occasionally? I don't think so! I also find it impossible to understand what so many of them have against health care reform. For example, I see that "Turd Blossom" claims it will bankrupt the country. I suppose that will make a change from bankers doing so.
When all at once...
This is one of those lovely old British Transport short films that Christa and I saw in the Harbour Lights cinema a decade or so ago. Meanwhile, it's 12:38 and still quite bright out there. So let's have another daffodil, with some evidence of rain from last night. Click the pic to see it full-size:
Interesting reading here. Wasn't Hercules once just a graphics card? And doesn't this rather put Intel's quad core chips to shame? 1.2 billion transistors and eight cores per die? Gosh.
Somewhat later
It's 19:33 — I'm nicely fed, have done the dishes, and am burying myself in the ongoing saga of Miles Vorkosigan. Grand stuff that I haven't read for several years. Plus discovering long-unheard music in dustier corners of my iTunes library. Now, if only the central heating was working, I'd be snug as the proverbial bug in a rug... Probably time for a cuppa round about now.