2011 — 1 December: Thursday — rabbits!
It's late, it's cold, and I'm tired.1 Time for sleep. G'night.
Little or no...
... amusement to be gleaned here:
It did strike me in 2008 that it might be time to start stockpiling rice.2 Nobody was saying the phrase "end of fiat money" back then (they are now), but Gordon Brown had that look on his face like he was only holding it together by stabbing himself under the table with a fork. However, someone pointed out to me that there was no point trying to raise yourself above everybody else: if you'd amassed enough supplies to last longer than a week you'd most likely be stormed and looted, so you'd be in the same position as the rest except lonely, and with a broken front door.
But the video here of a time lapse view of the Earth from the ISS is rather cool. Right! Time for a spot of breakfast.
Good grief. I was just putting the car back into the garage to leave room for Brian's little flivver on my drive and I spotted some daffodil shoots. What's wrong with this planet? [Pause] And now (14:59) it's turned into a wet, grey afternoon. Quite chilly, too. What an unfun time of year.
Thog...
... and his reliably weird Masterclass (in the monthly "Ansible" newsletter) has excelled himself this month:
Dept of Fractal Geometry. 'Lily glanced into courtyards as they passed and saw the children coming out of tiny doors in their school uniforms ...' (M.T. Anderson, Jasper Dash and the Flame-Pits of Delaware,
2009) [MMcA]
Woodshed of Gross Anatomy Dept. '[I] shuddered as the denatured alcohol corroded its way through my GI tract, not stopping until it reached the basement, where my tailbone and testicles resided like an old
croquet set.' (Joseph Gangemi, Inamorata, 2004) [PB]
I note, rather sourly, that the BBC web site home page is (after its rework) once again stuffed full of nothing I wish to see or read about. But is not, at first glance, looking very customisable.