This morning as I looked
at the Internet I was somewhat perturbed to see that the world
is ending in nine days time. On June 30th there is going to be a
leap-second. Leap-seconds are being added to clocks every few years
because the Earth's rotation is slowing down. It does that. Most
spinning things tend to slow down. There's no real need to add a
leap-second to a clock, but people seem to like to assign night and
day according to clock times and occassionally adding leap-seconds
keeps everything straight.
But the amazing people at
MessageToEagle dot com have realised that it's vaguely possible that
some computers might vaguely be confused by a leap-second. And
therefore it's the end of the Internet and consequently the entire
world.
The fact that this has
all happened
before and no one was any the wiser is neither here nor there to
MessageToEagle dot com. After all, why spoil a perfectly good
crackpot theory?
I did see that a new
geo-series has gone live not too far away. If we do survive past the
end of the month I may well go for a little geo-stroll on Thursday 2
July if any of my loyal readers are up for it.
We then went for a little
drive. Having collected the Bat from Smarden we made our way to the
wicked city; despite a sat-nav hiccup we were soon at Streatham
Common where there was a one-day kite-flying event. We soon met up
with old friends, and we had a bit of a gossip. Pausing only briefly
to get tomato ketchup down my shirt I was soon co-opted to anchor the
man-lifting kite. It is something that I used to to all the time; it
is something I miss. Mind you I wasn't completely happy with the
anchoring arrangements. The double-lined method with elasticated
roping that we used to use was much more flexible and safer when the
pilot crashed. Which he did several times...
With "er indoors
TM" spirit kite eventually untangled there
was a spirit-fly-in; people either love or loathe those things. And
in a spirit of being part of the community we persuaded three
policemen (and a rather foxy police lady) to help anchor the
man-lifting. It would have worked well had a passing looney not
decided to end the event for everyone by taking it on to herself to
remove the taping marking out the arena area and loudly announcing
that the event was all over.
We left the police
arresting her, said our goodbyes and went back to Irene and Terry's
place where we sat in the sunshine for a while before scoffing
ourselves silly on a rather good but of curry.
Having taken
some photos of the fun we had today I then slept all the way
home...
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