2010 — 9 April: Friday
Plums are stewed; more bread is slowly defrosting; the last of the current crockpot is probably mostly digested by now. Assuming he remembers (and he usually does) I have a lunch date with Len in a few hours. Meanwhile another good book (A Civil Campaign) and further good music (Late Junction) once again sees me into the vicinity of the midnight hour. Tut, tut: I seem to have managed to get through the entire day without intercepting any pre-election coverage. If you don't count HIGNFY (on which Victoria Coren was great, I thought).
G'night.
This won't do...
I mean, it's 10:18 and I'm still jim-jammed. Tut, tut. What would they say in the office? (Who cares?) [Pause] A minor-league breakfast and supplies run complete — plus the chance taken to wind down the car window and yell at a group of canvassers "You're wasting your time, you've already won!" (I don't care which party they represent, by the way; I'm an equal opportunity abuser of my rights as a mischievous citizen subject.)
This made me smile more than somewhat. Source and snippet:
Radio Four listener Tom Logan said: I was spooning some mephedrone into my tea and listening to John Humphrys being a shit, when all of sudden there was this huge, violent noise.
It was so loud I thought it must be coming from outside, but then I realised it was the last part of the prime minister's argument on national insurance smashing into the ground
like it had been kicked over by a giant toddler.
I do hope no-one was hurt apart from John Humphrys.
Afternoon noodling
Lovely stuff. But I sometimes wonder what Bach would have made of it.
A thing of shreds and patches...
... if you recall your "Mikado". Microsoft software, that is. Incoming next Tuesday, it seems. As are patches from Adobe.
Mind you, if you think patches are bad, try this Norwegian medieval tech support video! (Thanks, Carol!)