2011 — 1 May: Sunday — rabbits!
Among the things1 that comfortably exceed my ability to understand them is the amount of time that has now elapsed since Christa had such great fun demolishing her sandcastles in Cornwall in 1975:
Plans are afoot for a little lunchtime stroll in a few hours. This will be the last one with Mike as he's then popping over to Spain for the rest of the week for a well-deserved break. Somehow (probably while I was watching "Two weeks notice") it's actually managed to become 01:35 so I'm thinking bed sounds about right, about now.
G'night.
I'd been wondering...
... what bug had been fixed in my Firefox browser. As usual, the best of security can be undone by human oversight. My address space layout was not being randomised, it seems. (Link.)
I also note the BBC is this morning predicting "Southern counties cloudier with the chance of a few showers especially over Hampshire." Our walk is planned to encompass a lunchtime pint at the "Flower Pots" which is, I believe, in that potentially moist county :-)
Just updated my video lists — who needs a fancy database? Not me, any longer, it seems. Just a capable text editor.
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And listening, delightedly, to Caroline Coon chatting to Jarvis Cocker. "You can judge how 'tyrannous' a guvmint is by how hard it cracks down on pleasure and music". Indeed. It feels rather odd for a Sunday and, of course, we've another Bank Holiday yet to come tomorrow. I've also been tempted into a tiny spot of online shopping by Marianne Faithfull's new CD and I'm going to try "Le Mystere Des Voix Bulgares", too. One is never quite too old to try some new (old) music.
There's always something new to see on our little strolls, too:
Mike hung back to snap this "item" partly to let a rather loud-voiced lady walker overtake us as we approached the pub with its welcoming bacon and mushroom bap and a pint of their finest.
Cancer
I wholly endorse the comment here after the interesting article by Paul Davies. The chap is commenting on an earlier comment about "cancer being preferable to Alzheimers". Source and snippet:
Having watched a wife of 27 years take three months to die, intubated, on nil by mouth, and fully lucid and in pain, of cancer of "unknown primary", I don't share
your conclusions. However, like Terry Pratchett, I will campaign tirelessly for dignity in dying, so we all enjoy the right to check out if either of these horrible
illnesses befall us...
But the longer we live, the more likely we are to get such terminal illnesses, and the more we are going to demand a right to end it all... and sod what the Vatican
thinks.
Hear, hear!
Freaks...
... and Geeks is a US TV show I missed, but am now catching up on. I enjoyed reading the two sets of memoirs by its creator, Paul Feig. A funny chap (now working on Nurse Jackie, by the way). But it's 22:28 and I'm somewhat tired. Busy Bank Hol tomorrow!