January 2004

Now GT's on CNN! And I missed that too! Pfft!

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If Orkut only ever does one useful thing, then it will have been showing me pictures of all the #joiito dudes.

If it does two, then the second will be introducing me to A Subtle Sweetness. Any blog that recomments peanut oil for cooking in has to be worthy of further inspection, and has to be written by someone after my own heart. I rarely cook in anything else, and if I do have to use a different oil, it's olive oil.

But, if I'm going to steal some content from Maciej Stachowiak's blog, it'll be:

Have you ever wondered why some words or expressions, like “inept” or “disgruntled” are only ever used with a negative prefix? What ever happened to the opposites of these words? What would life be like if we used them all the time?

Actually, I'm still waiting for John Peel's 'begruntled' to catch on.

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And when the bastard gets nicked he's going down for 15 to life, I swear.

The only useful thing I've done today was one script review. Admittedly that was fairly worthwhile, but really, not worthwhile enough to redeem the rest of the day.

Tomorrow… I shall pack. I shall do another script review. And I shall do something towards getting Clwb Malu Cachu back up.

Expect progress reports.

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And don't you forget it.

But in the meantime, go visit GapingVoid and buy me some blogcards as a token of your affection.

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Bloody IRC. Can't get anything done for the interesting chitchat in #joiito and #cym. I'm going to have to get the better of it soon, just as soon as I've delt with Orkut.

Must stop playing on the internet. I have scripts to review, my own to edit, boxes to pack (up to 30 packed now), and blogs to write!

Aaah, timesinks. Dontcha love 'em?

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Via Neil Gaiman comes news of a pickled Victorian baby dragon, found in a jar full of formaldehyde at the back of someone's garage.

It may be a fake, but it's such a cute fake! Whoever did it might have been intending to defraud the British scientific community by passing it off as the real thing, but it's a shame they were born a hundred odd years ago, because they'd do well as a fantasy sculptor now.

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The one time I'm not being force-fed a steady diet of Fox News and Gary Turner goes and gets interviewed on it! Isn't that just typical? Mind you, maybe it's better that way. My squeals of excitement at seeing Gary on tv could possibly have broken windows for miles around, and that wouldn't be useful in this weather.

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The office in the loft is now empty. All the eaves are now no more than hollow spaces home to spiders.

I was up there, looking out of the window at the fields and woods that surround us, wondering how it was that I've lived here since I was six, yet I've never walked up the little hill out the back. It's covered in fields except for a crown of woods on its head. I always looked at it and thought to myself 'I must walk up there one day, and look back across the valley and see if I can spot our house', but I never did. It's not as if it's much of a distance away, or even a big climb, it's just that was always there, infinitely procrastinable.

This move is making me view the whole area with the eyes of a stranger. For example, we never used to shop in Ringwood. Ever. Wrong side of the A31. Instead we would go to Ferndown and complain about how few shops there are there. Now that we're moving to Verwood, we're going to be far closer to Ringwood, so we've started shopping there. Got a pass for the car park and everything. Suddenly, we're discovering that the shops in Ringwood are rather good, and that it's not all that difficult to get to at all, even if it is on the wrong side of the A31.

Funny how moving no more than a few miles is like moving countries.

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Say nighty night to my favourite rock, everyone. He's going buh-byes for a while, whilst we move.

In case you were wondering, I've had this rock since I was a kid – it's a piece of serpentine, picked up on The Lizard in Cornwall. It's possibly why I did a degree in geology. Well, that and the pretty pictures of gem stones in Dad's Readers Digest Atlas of the World.

Update: Is it just me or does the rock look like it's levitating?

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