2013 — 19 December: Thursday
When I asked Eileen, yesterday, to suggest what — if anything — I would be missing by continuing to ignore broadcast TV during the upcoming season of jollity she came up with "Downton Abbey"1 and "Call the midwife". Today's Digiguide "Festive newsletter" adds "Death comes to Pemberley" to the lumpen Xmas pudding. That is, as far as I know, only the second bit of Austen Fanfic2 to be televised, but I wasn't too impressed by the PD James book.
More pressing...
... is the matter of some further supplies, to be honest. I've no wish to starve to death huddled round a guttering candle while gnawing on a sardine bone... if I can avoid it.
:-)
Not being a...
... regular reader of Murdoch's brand of toilet paper I missed (as mentioned here) the Sun's — admittedly neat — apology back in June:
Thetans, heh?
I'm certain...
... this story about lower numbers of executions in the US being caused by a simple shortage of one or other ingredient of the "lethal cocktail" they so happily use for their disgusting injections has surfaced earlier, so I was browsing casually back with the search term "chemical". And found, to my mild surprise, that I had previously been prescribed metronidazole nearly five years ago... though (naturally) I failed to find3 what I'd actually been looking for.
A week after my root canal there has not been so much as a twinge, so my pack of [C6H9N3O3] pills is unopened.
Recalling...
... that Yorkshire psychotherapist who charges £48 for 50 minutes ("which is about as much as you could get away with in Yorkshire") I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that "psychiatrists are significantly less likely than doctors in other specialties to accept insurance" across the pond, preferring to charge what they can. I liked the assertion that "Treatment is often subject to burdensome and intrusive review". (Link.)
Cheaper just to space out with this animation...
... for a few minutes each day.
As usual...
... the sheer size of the latest delectable volume from the Comics Journal Library series uncomfortably exceeds the active area of my flatbed scanner, and I've therefore had to take two bites at it, followed by some image tinkering. The join is visible:
I was tickled to see they chose (for the top left hand image) the final frame from the troublesome story "Judgment Day" I described a while back.
Speaking of bites, today's little lunchtime snack — a simple roast chicken sandwich — has just been considerably livened up by my very first-ever attempt at fresh cranberry sauce. Is there no end to my domestic prowess?
The 80% chance of "Precip." forecast locally for 1800 has arrived a few minutes early. This time tomorrow, I shall be arriving somewhat north of here for an evening meal in the teeth of a "Yellow Warning of Rain" — whatever that means. We shall see.
Why PayPal's new Digital Gifts Store thinks I (or anyone in their right mind, for that matter) would want to have or give "the gift of iTunes" even at 15% discount is quite beyond my comprehension. Each time I've dabbled my toes in that murky software water I've ended up deleting it, each time after less time, too, come to think of it.