2012 — 2 April: Monday
I was thinking1 this morning: there's some danger of my Easter egg being late — the next pension will arrive only after the double Bank Holiday weekend. But then I remembered I don't now bother, so that's OK :-)
I was also thinking (again with the thinking?) I'd heard little or nothing2 from Big Bro's little corner of the world for quite a while, but I presume he's quite busy looking for his wallet, what with the upcoming nuptial ceremony for daughter #4. And that set me thinking... I'd better get a card, and make a down payment on a postage stamp to stick on it. Bang go my tentative plans for an SSD drive.
Another frosty start, it seems, but the sunshine is bright. I think I may therefore risk a little expotition in due course. I wonder if dear Mama will remember3 who I am this time? It's 07:44 and the music is excellent.
Finally!
At last, a simple statement of the bleeding obvious:
"It takes a very brave remuneration committee to seek to pay its executives below the median," the report states. "It is seen as the equivalent of admitting they are mediocre or not up to the job."
You think?
La Sagrada Familia
I mentioned four years ago that the entire Alan Parsons back catalogue is being re-issued. And I bought the "deluxe" edition of the first of these — Tales of mystery and imagination — a couple of months later. This morning's little dollop of postal goodness is the last album Parsons and Woolfson worked on together...
... based around themes relating to the Spanish architect Antonio Gaudi and his still-unfinished cathedral in Barcelona. Just tell me how this can already be from quarter of a century ago.
Mercy me! It's already time for "lemonses" and will soon be time for lunch. [Pause] Let's hope the smoked salmon wasn't too long time no sea. We shall see.
Just found this "Author's note" at the end of a piece of fiction: "Reviews make me resist the impulse to try out maple syrup as a styling gel."
I've just cut...
... my final link with the Acorn world. The non-stop complaining by a handful of dinosaurs about the (largely imaginary) shortcomings of software that, in truth, was already obsolescent almost two decades ago has persuaded me to unsubscribe from the last of the Forums I used to follow. There is a time for all things :-)
Sigh!
I also mentioned French comics artist Jean Giraud a while back and was sorry to learn of his recent death, as reported in the ever-interesting Ansible. Whose Thog's Masterclass is exceptionally fine this month, by the way.
Vanity cards
I gather this one...
... was censored. No comment.