2012 — 9 January: Monday
Before the day gets too much older1 I need to nip out on my next supplies run. I was amused, when I woke this morning, to catch myself singing my little "I'm on holiday" ditty. Haven't done that in a very long time. I may be time-rich and cash-poor, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself, does it?
The Eagle has landed
While I was lazily asking Mrs Google to confirm for me the spelling of 'Barrayar' last night2 I stumbled across the website of a Stanford system admin who's set himself some unusual reading and book-review-writing targets. In between video gaming, that is. I can't say I agree with all of his opinions, but it was a fascinating browse. Here's a bit of his front page manifesto:
It has been said that the web is a triumph of form over content. The Internet equivalent of television. The medium designed for people with five second attention
spans. Well, anything that can only hold my attention for five seconds, I don't want to see in the first place. I like words. I don't like pointless graphics. I
don't have a burning desire to click on everything I see. And so, these are my web pages.
An attempt to create a triumph of content over form, if you will.
And (for random example) he reviews Edward Gorey's "The Gashlycrumb Tinies" here. Great stuff.
Change of plan...
... not that I had got as far as forming one yet. My chums Gill and Chris are (for some reason) researching new kitchen hardware so I shall join them for lunch at (not in) the Fishers Pond. [Pause] Having supplies shopped, I note the clouds out there are pretty dark at the moment. The moment being 11:52 or so. Where on earth did the morning escape to?
Further plan perturbation...
... will see me over in Winklechestershire this evening for a meal and a film. Makes a (slight) change from being here this evening for a meal and a film :-)
This (and some of the associated comments) made me laugh. Source and snippet:
I'd like to pretend that I'm the sort of person who wants their funeral to be "a celebration of life", but really I want people crying awfully hard.