2012 — 1 January: Sunday... rabbits!

Big Bro's 'HNY' email expressed a wish for a return to a stable globe.1 I'll settle for health, happiness, and a lump of chocolate. Plus half-way decent weather for my drive down to Verwood and back later today.

I've been playing some superb music at near ear-bleeding volume in a successful attempt to drown out the noise of the fireworks so beloved of the morons hereabouts. In between MP3 file-shifting I've also been reading the newest Bujold, but am disappointed with it so far: it reads far more like one of Heinlein's "juveniles" for Scribner (not that there was [or is] anything wrong with that) than I feel it should. First person narration from a military hero / tactical genius of 39 ought to be... more... somehow.

G'night.

Vinyl? What's that?

BBC 6Music claims to be playing only material on vinyl for the entire day. You have to admit there's a level of irony involved in a digital-only channel doing that. Maybe I should dig out my various books of LP artwork and have a nostalgia fest. (I miss album artwork.)

Just because it's a new year doesn't mean a chap doesn't need breakfast, so I shall put aside the laptop without putting the XAMPP package on it — I need to pay too much heed to its security caveats to think about on such low blood sugar — and deal with the demands of the inner child (as it were).

I suppose...

... "half-way decent" weather could be stretched to include the rain that is currently (14:03) piddling down. My theory is that rain beats snow and ice at this rather grim time of year.

[Pause]

Having just proved, yet again, that I am one of the worst present wrappers in Technology Towers, and having just typeset an amusing set of six limericks for Andrew's delectation (discovering, in the process, that my HP LaserJet cartridge really is, after five years, now on its last legs) it's time to think about getting ready for my annual taxi duties. I'm (almost) sure I can find a clean shirt somewhere.

[Pause]

And safely back, after a delicious meal and chat, some 82 miles later. The rain and spray on the way there was pretty nasty, but that had all cleared up by the time we made the return trip. It's now 22:24 and I shall turn in soon, to be nice and bright for tomorrow's walk... which had better be mostly on roads given the amount of rain in the last 12 hours or so.

  

Footnote

1  What planet does he live on, I wonder?