Jack will be 2 tomorrow. He had a small party with his mates in Cardiff today.
Phil believes. He believes it’ll be great.
To Dad, Happy Christmas, from Dad. Thanks, me!
Halo 2 is great. It’d be even better if I could get the hang of the bloody
controller. The Dolby Digital sound through my home cinema setup makes up
for my temporary clumsiness, enjoyment-wise.
Woohoo! I finally submitted my tax return for last year! That took a while. The Inland Revenue online submission tools are actually very good though. I hope I got it right…
OK, I admit it. I have a problem. I think I’ve had this problem for some years now. I’m a geek and I am addicted to information.
Right now I’ve got 6 tabs open in my browser, each working with quite different subjects. But that’s not the thing. The thing is that I just saw an ad for a technology I didn’t know existed. Clicking to the site I had a feeling of panic – Why don’t I know about this? What is it? What is it good for? I rushed around the site sucking up information, terrified of not understanding what this was. It doesn’t matter what it was, it was my reaction that I noticed.
Sheesh. I’ve known about this for a while, and as I’m getting older I’ve realised that I have less time than I used to to keep on top of everything that’s new. It’s not something I can quit. Is it?
It was just one of those times when, in all the universe, a car door wanted to be in exactly the same space as me at exactly the same time. What are the odds of that?
I’m writing this on the train. I got knocked off about an hour ago, and had to walk to the train station from the marina with a bike over one shoulder and a bag over the other. You always feel OK (even if you’re bleeding) after getting knocked off, unless you break a bone or mash your face. Then about an hour later you start to stiffen up. My shoulders and neck are starting to tighten, my right arse cheek is sore, my right shin seems to have taken a whack, and my back is not feeling too good. It’ll be worse this evening, and then worse tomorrow morning. Oh well. Cycling’s good for you until you get hit by something bigger.
The front wheel is folded, which means the forks are probably bent too, so I’m screwed for cycling to work. Not only am I not going to get home until about 8pm, but when I get there I’m going to have to try and sort out a bike for tomorrow from all my bits in the shed. My handlebars maybe bent, and my left brake lever has been pushed right over. I hope it’s OK – it’s a vintage Dura-Ace pre-STI lever. It must either be bloody expensive or irreplaceable by now. I’ll find out what’s busted up when I get home, and my new dealer (triandbikestore.co.uk) is popping round to drop off some stuff, so he can take a look at it. More business for him (thanks, Dave!)
The powerbook got bent. It still works, but I’d better check the hard disk tomorrow and ring Apple. I backed up today. My PDA seems OK, and so does my iPod. This Crumpler bike bag isn’t even scratched. Pretty good!
The lady that knocked me off picked me up and was very apologetic. It looks like she’s going to have to claim on her car insurance for all this.
My arse is really starting to hurt now.
I’m on the train, listening to Coldplay on my iPod. With in-ear headphones. Which are very good at cutting out valley chatter. And yet I can still hear the leaking noise from someone else’s headphones. Holy crap. Get some consideration/decent earphones. There can’t be much sound left to actually go to his ears. Dick.