lI saw every hour of the
night last night; eventually giving up and getting up shortly after
6am. I watched a couple of episodes of "South Park" that I
had recorded onto the SkyPlus box. For no reason that I cold fathom
Kenny had announced that he was a Japanese princess and had declared
war on anyone who begged to differ. In doing so he was apparently at
odds with the entire Microsoft corporation, but the senior executives
of Sony had allied with him.
It was entertaining
enough as I shared my toast with my dog.
And so to work. Having
had something of a hint about that geocache I couldn't find over the
last two days I could have gone searching for a fourth time; after
all it was (sort of) on my way to work. But I decided against it. I
shall wait until revised co-ordinates are issued. At the moment the
thing might be anywhere.
As always I listened to
the radio as I drove. Peaches Geldof would seem
to have caused a rumpus having tweeted the names of people she
shouldn't have. Personally I'm amazed that Twitter allowed anyone to
post anything as long as someone's name. I can't stand Twitter. I
need more than 140 characters to be able to have a good rant. And
others who tweet who also need more than 140 characters have to
resort to tinyurls which could go absolutely anywhere, or to
incomprehensible hashtags.
Comet
Ison warranted mention Apparently it is now official that the
thing broke up whilst going past the Sun, and whilst the largest
remaining fragment is (only just) bright enough to be visible
in a perfectly dark sky *if* you knew precisely where to look, it is
dimming fast.
I arrived at work. I did
my bit. In the past I've said that I don't mind working at the
weekends. I suppose I don't really, but I wasn't feeling it today.
Perhaps it was because this wasn't my scheduled weekend to be working
(I'd swapped). Perhaps I was a little under the weather. But I
was hardly the life and soul of the party. Perhaps I might have felt
better about the whole thing had the weather outside been worse so I
wouldn't have felt I was missing out on anything. And with my bit
done I came home again.
And once home my piss
boiled. Some plum has accused me of falsifying a geocache log. How
petty. But in making this accusation and having deleted something I
wrote over a year ago this twit has stuffed up all the scorings and
numberings that I have done over this last year.
When I get a moment I
shall look through this fellow's profile and delete anything he's
ever logged on any of my geocaches. I can be pettily small minded as
well you know...
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