2013 — 27 October: Sunday

Predictably¹ I've woken at 06:00 (in pitch darkness, though with an amusing dream fading [some nonsense about having to tell Christa that I was being sent on a space trip of 2.6 years to collect a spare ball of Moreno wool for the Father Ted-like Catholic priest² who seemed to be in charge locally — in a situation of mixed hi-tech and post-population-collapse social isolation] that I have to assume was somehow triggered³ by seeing the photos of Gill and Chris on the island of Lundy yesterday!), worked out that it's now "really" 05:00, and decided (since I'm wide awake) that I might as well go and make myself a cuppa in any case.

Which is now safely down the hatch. Is it time to get up yet? Only 45 minutes until dawn, after all. And I'm hungry.

What a lovely...

... and interesting lady she is, to be sure:

I have two questions

Why didn't I know about the 1972 Stephen Stills album "Manassas" until reading Roy Harper's list of musical choices?
Why does Jeff Bezos charge me less for the CD plus Auto-rip MP3s, than just for the MP3s alone?

I shan't complain.

Wet and windy

I've been browsing the Met Office website as it seems to get updated rather more often than the BBC one. So, for example, I now know

that Eastleigh is 15 meters above mean sea level,
that Vilhelm Bjerknes developed the potential vorticity variable over 100 years ago, and
that at some point between 18:00 and 21:00 this evening the probability of rain rises from 80% to >95%, dropping (or should that be "dripping"?) back down by 03:00 tomorrow.

Furthermore, a gentleman by the name of Peter Clayton-White has switched the Met Office supercomputers from AC to DC. I wonder if the weather knows all that?

Tick tock

Step forward, unintelligent kit:
Wrist watch? yep
Bedside clock? yep
Cooker clock? yep
Microwave clock? yep
Living room clock? yep
Car clock? nope — who cares?
Boiler clock? nope — thermostatic valves everywhere and it runs constantly for background heat
Water softener clock? nope — who cares whether it regenerates at 1 or 2 in the morning?

That's me done for another six months. Roll on what used to be called Summer Time!

It's 19:36 and that probability of rain (see above) is currently maxing out at 100%.

Footnotes

¹  Well, it happens once a year, and coincides with the clock change...
²  Make what you will of that Mr Sigmund "Interpretation of Dreams" Freud.
³  Whatever else my subconscious does from time to time, with its unfettered / unfiltered access to the sort of raw idea creation processes Professor David EH Jones describes in his latest book (reviewed here, by me), you cannot fairly accuse it of not trying to keep me bemused / amused during its overnight garbage collection (I assume) and memory storage compaction (I hope) processing batch jobs :-)