Now I’m not the most politically sensitive of persons, but I would definitely have gone as a monkey.
“Police are stepping up high-visibility policing such as CCTV cameras and undercover work”
bong
I can imagine my blog dwindling again over the next few weeks. The reason? I now have a wiki. Where a blog is a bamboo channel down which the irregular trickle of my thoughts and ideas may flow, a wiki is a peat bog which soaks up the drops and keeps them more or less in place. It’ll be interesting working with a wiki for a while. It holds projects still while they are worked on. But it does mean that I will be diverting ideas from here to there.
Went for Sunday lunch with Kate and was intrigued to be offered “Chocolate Profiterole Moose Cake” by the specials board. I ordered lunch and pointed out they were offering an elk-related dessert.
A little while later we glanced over, and they must have run out of elk, as they were now offering “Chocolate Profiterole Mouse Cake”. I couldn’t resist pointing this one out. The guy behind the bar told me it really was mouse in the dessert.
I’d been intending to order some, but by the end of the Sunday roast I was full, so although it looked quite appetising in its final spelling, I have no way of being certain WHAT was actually in it.
Heh I unwittingly shortened the life of a skinhead on the way home today. I moved into the right lane to left him get out of a busy junction, then moments later he got really upset when I pulled back in. Evidently he was trying to overtake me on the inside., not that there was anywhere for him to go as I was right on the tail of a car in the left lane. He hooted as I started to nose in, then backed off, so I pulled in. He flipped his lid, I flipped the bird, and at the lights he pulled alongside at the lights and stuck his nose in in front of me. I waved him in. His girlfriend hung her head in shame. I waved him in again (though everyone was stationary so he couldn’t go anywhere right then) and he got a better plan. He waved his mouth around a lot, showering spittle on aforementioned girlfriend, went in the right lane - which he’d needed to be in all along - and zoomed at 10,000,000 miles an hour to 200 yards away where our paths parted.
I wonder if he would’ve picked the alternative - I didn’t move over, and he sat there and watched first the bus, then the huge queue of traffic stuck behind THAT passing before his eyes.
Went to get more books of visitor parking permits today. How many can I buy? I ask the nice lady.
“Maximum 6 a month, (fill in number) in a year.” That’s fine thinks I, I’ll pay my £12, stock up with 6 books, and there’s no way I’ll get through 60 permits in a year.
“That’ll be £30 please” she says. Oof! The books have gone up 250 percent from last year! What a rip-off! That’s… uh 50p per day for my visitors to park… well I guess that’s not too bad, though I preferred 20p obviously.
Only the books only contain 5 tickets now, so it’s £1 a day for visitors to park (= £1 a visit, on account of having to write the registration plate on the card), a whopping 500percent rise on last year!
Nothing much to report today. Except I went to tesco and paid £27.50 for 4 limes. oh and some cookies.
and two floor standing uplighters, two baking trays and a set of kitchen scales.
Made another recipe from the veggie cookbook we got from Steve Petit at xmas. Despite finding I had no sweet chilli sauce and having to substitute for 4 tablespoons of that, 6 drops of Habanero Chilli Sauce, and having to use wide rice noodles instead of thick rice noodles, it was most scrummy and set us up for a trip to see House Of Flying Daggers, which was actually pretty rubbish, but fun enough.
I am currently struggling to fill in my Zeiterfassung before the 3rd of Jan. The message went out on 29th Dec that it must be entered by 3rd Jan.
Ah, I’ve just realised I thought I couldn’t enter my timesheet details because I don’t speak German. Maybe it’s because they’ve shut off the ability to enter timesheet details.
When I checked my personal mail at work, it was a case of click, shift click, hit del, and close a window to clear out all the messages I had finished with. The keyboard alternative was shift and the arrow keys, one hit per email.
Now, through webmail, accessed with tweezers through a gnat’s chuff, it’s three clicks or four key presses PER EMAIL, two round-trips to the server through a gnat’s chuff, (=many seconds), possible messing around with pages of results instead of seeing them all on one window, and a technical contravention of my new Terms of Employment.
Grow up and accept the slow creeping death that is maturity?
or
Stand up and piss off somewhere else without the myriad frustrations that make adults the grumpy bastards they are?
First day back, so last night I obviously tried to get all those little jobs out of the way that I wouldn’t be able to do once at work since we were forced to access the internet with tweezers through a gnat’s chuff.
Consequently, I was to bed rather late and am not feeling in a very worky mood today.
I’ve discovered one of my biggest enemies is a sense of urgency that, no matter what I’m doing, tells me I am not doing the most important thing and therefore I’m wasting my time. I think another word for it is impatience. So here are some resolutions for the new year:
1) take 10 mins at 10pm every day to breathe
2) remember what I’m doing and keep doing it till I’m finished
3) get satisfaction from dealing with the obstructions to my goals
4) know what I want from others and tell them about it
5) never start Unreal Tournament after midnight, no matter what the pretext
6) dance like nobody’s watching