2010 — 29 August: Sunday
Where's the sun gone?1 Chilliness is demanding an extra layer and the forecast is unpromising. Quite a lot of yesterday evening was spent on the addictive "Last chance to see". Interspersed with the successful re-election of Bartlet for his second term. Result being I was too tired to tackle more than a couple of pages of the intro to my latest batch of essays by Clive James before my eyes shut down. And now it's already 09:52. Breakfast!
Exit, mauled by a bear
Bad phrasing of the week: Brent Kandra, a zookeeper at an Ohio wildlife park, has been mauled to death by a bear while playing with it. Sam Mazzola, owner of the park, says, "I loved
Brent and will miss him, but it's what he wanted."
I bet it isn't.
Kindle 3
Plenty of comments here. This is starting to look rather interesting.
Andy Kershaw
I'm delighted to read that Andy Kershaw is returning to the BBC. I last heard him back in April 2007. Shortly before my world was turned upside down and shaken very thoroughly. As was his, it seems.
I last looked into...
... the fascinating world of hypnosis in my early teens, experimenting with self-hypnosis. This has just slipped through my letterbox:
I'm a mere 30 years too late :-)
Lunch (at 13:54) to be followed by a spot of de-bugging.
Exit, one moth
This chap was intent on studying my A/V system schematic:
I've gently decanted him back into the garden. What a pity it is that the bug Grace Hopper supposedly removed from an early mainframe was a moth, and not a Gracehopper. The truth, as ever, is slightly more involved.
Who said penguins...
... can't fly? Not these chaps:
