2012 — 18 January: Wednesday
As I neared the end of Season #2 of "Bones"1 it struck me that "Castle" is rather treading in its footsteps. Doesn't stop it being surprisingly compelling viewing, even if both Stephen Fry and Ryan O'Neal have now shown up as 'special guest stars'.
There's nothing about morning drizzle that strikes me as inherently more attractive than frost, though I suppose the roads will be a bit less slippery in due course. We shall see. It's currently a not-exactly-toasty 18.8C down here and the morning news, even on BBC Radio 3, isn't really very heart-warming.
Browsing around the news and comments about SOPA and PIPA the best comment I've so far seen is this:
I am someone who HAS intellectual property for sale on the internet. I have it pirated. Anyone who says that opposition to SOPA is support for piracy is either blind or a liar. It is like saying that if a fly lands on a crystal goblet, if I oppose hitting the fly with a sledgehammer I am FOR flies. What I am against is a 'solution' to a problem that is far, far worse than the problem itself.
But am I even allowed to link to the source?
The sting of...
... renewing my home contents and buildings insurance is eased — albeit only somewhat — by paying with a credit card supplied by the same organisation. At least this drags some "points" with it. And we all know what "points" mean, don't we? I can't say the weather has exactly brightened up, but the sun (wherever it is) is now on its way back down again.
Unwanted cold calls on my mobile from ambulance chasers are a lot more irritating, particularly as only my mobile ISP can have sold my number on. I think, maybe, I need to top up my blood sugar before I get too cranky. Or is it too late? :-)
Having made it...
... safely to, and back from, the care-home in nasty drizzle and on a surprisingly busy motorway I've decided to reward myself with a decent cup of coffee and not one, but two, 'Daddy' biscuits. Do I know how to live, or what? Dear Mama had just been down in the main lounge listening to the Winchester College Jazz Band, who were packing up as I arrived. But she had no trace of memory of this within a minute or less. I was able to find Big Bro's birthday card to her in her room but, again, she had no clue what it was.
In lighter news... at least it's already not quite as dark so soon in the evening. And the daffodils in the front garden are about 15" tall, if not more. [Pause] Why do you suppose the cretins who produce boxed sets of TV shows on DVD put anti-piracy warnings — annoyingly unskippable ones, too — on only a random subset of the DVDs? After all, I've just bought the damn' things. Madness. It makes me feel like ripping them out of sheer spite.