The Treacle People have
returned to early morning television. It's a shame so few episodes of
this wonderful show were ever made. I've seen every one so many
times, but they are all so good.
I also watched a couple
of episodes of Family Guy over brekkie as well. They were good too.
Mind you I can't help but feel I should watch that show from the
start. Then I might have a clue as to what is going on.
I checked out social
media over brekkie too; unfortunately with something of an air of
"why do I bother". Yesterday I mentioned that my new
on-line-learning course had started. The instructor asked for
suggestions and improvements for the course about a dozen times in
the first ten minute lecture. So last night in the discussion forums
I politely suggested that all the learning material be made available
immediately as it is in many of the other on-line courses. I found
this very useful when I studied about dinosaurs. When I had time I
could get ahead of myself, and so wouldn't fall behind in the weeks
when I was busy with other things.
The various tutors and
learning assistants involved with the course had all replied within a
couple of hours of my original post. What they should have said was
"thank you for an interesting suggestion which we shall
consider". That way no offence would be given. Supercilious
sarcasm on the course forum not only puts me off, but also makes the
other two thousand people doing this course less inclined to
contribute.
And the old chestnut of
logging has reared its ugly head in geocaching circles. When one
finds a cache one is required to say something on line about it.
Opinion is divided as to exactly what should be said. There are those
who merely say "TFTC" (thanks for the cache).
There are those who write a detailed in depth biography about their
entire experience of the hunt for the plastic, and then copy and
paste most of what they've written into every other geocache log
ad-nauseum. And there are even those who just copy and paste what
someone else has written.
In all honesty nobody
ever reads these little essays except when tring to get a hint to
locate a particularly elusive sandwich box. And it is these hints
that are expressly forbidden to be in the written logs.
It's all rather trivial.
Those who wax loquacious will never convince those who do not. Those
who give away spoilers think they are performing a public service. No
side will ever persuade the other; it's an argument that has been
done to death ages ago. And still it keeps on coming up.
And so to work. I left
rather later than I might normally have done having spent fifteen
minutes trying to find what I'd done with my trousers. How can anyone
lose a pair of trousers? I never did find them; fortunately I have
emergency back-up trousers for just such an eventuality. I hope I
don't lose these too.
And so, equipped with
trousers, I set off to work where I did my bit and then made my way
to Somerset Road where the clans were gathering. The last time I was
there I had heard mention of sweeties. There were lots of sweeties
tonight. And we then settled down to count the anachronisms in this
week's episode of Merlin. There were a few.
Merlin has been good, but
the initial premise of a wizard keeping everything he does secret in
a land where magic is outlawed is beginning to wear a llittle thin
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