In the past I've been
quite happy to drink Morrison's "two bottles of plonk for a
fiver" stuff. Many have told me that this is not something about
which I should boast, and so over the last few weeks I've mentioned
my attempts to develop a better appreciation of wine.
Last night I went to an
off licence in Canterbury and bought a bottle that wasn't cheap. It
tasted no better than the cheap stuff, and gave both me and EI a
headache this morning.
Most of my morning's
toast went down the neck of a little dog who is looking decidedly
porky, and with toast scoffed we went for a little walk round
Newtown. As we walked I realised that an observation that MB made was
correct; namely that FF doesn't like wheels on anything other than
cars. He is fine with cars, but barks at any other wheeled object.
Whilst he woofed at cars
I played Ingress. Both of us were content for an hour while we walked
off the toast. And with the walk done we came home and I spent an
hour working on my latest geo-project. Hopefully I should have
another Wherigo (my fifth) ready to go live by the middle of next
week. The basic programming has been done by the nice man in America;
I've tweaked the storyline to make it how I want it to be; now I just
need to add some piccies and re-program the GPS co ordinates to a
different continent. A few hours work; if nothing else it will stop
me playing Ingress.
As I drove to work there
was talk on the radio about the Gilgamesh project in which scientists
are investigating the possibility of
making immortal people. Whilst rather interesting, I think
they've missed the obvious; quite frankly an immortal person would
need to be an indestructible person; history tells us that anyone
left long enough will start a fight with someone else.
Being on a late start I
had a few minutes to go play silly beggars, so I thought I'd do a
little geocaching. I went for two caches; I found both. One was in
memory of an airman who'd crashed his plane just south of Canterbury
during the second world war. that cache hadn't been found since
March, but was in surprisingly good condition, clean and dry.
The second was typical of
so many caches in East Kent. Having had a "Needs Maintenance"
log first posted some months ago it has had several more posted
since. The last time was a month or so ago when the finder mentioned
the state of the thing. Today I found it wrapped in a dog-dung bag to
protect it; the cache itself was broken and the contents sodden.
Should I put up a "Needs Archiving" log? After all
it's scratty caches like that which give the hobby a bad name.
I got to work and
realised I hadn't brought a shirt. When on a late I start off in an
old T-shirt and change later. Today I spent the day in that old
t-shirt. I might wear t-shirts more often; they are easier to iron
than my usual shirts.
And, as is so often the
case on my late shifts, all of note on my day had happened before
11am...
No comments:
Post a Comment