Geez. You go on holiday for two days and the pile of email in your inbox is frightening.
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Yay, modern technology
In this day and age of modern technology, it would seem that the seemingly commonplace use case of keeping the same mobile phone number across different phone contracts within the same provider is a technologically impossible task. That, or T-Mobile are idiots. Guess which one I believe. Nonetheless, as of the 1st of May 2012, my old phone number will cease to be active and I will have a new phone number. If you can see this and I haven’t already emailed you directly (and you care), please let me know and I’ll send it to you and update my mailing list. Please note that until then, my current phone number is still the one to use.
Quote of the day
Who’s your IMDBitch?
… Katy to me.
Another bout with bacteria
I’ve been running a fever for the last couple of days but it was at its worst last night. I was shivering so hard that I thought I’d bite through my own tongue. Fun. I’ve managed to sweat through both my pillows and both sides of the duvet. I’m so sexy, me.
Bring on BBQ season
The BBQ is all clean and there is a fresh new tank of propane. We’re all set for a season of grilling.
Sod’s Law now dictates that it will piss it down with rain for the foreseeable future.
A good racket
When you get your customers to pay to feed the fish you’re selling to them, you know you’re doing something right.
Silly thing, but squeee
I had my first guitar lesson tonight. Very fun. Learned to play Johnny Be Good.
Joe Satriani, I am not, but I went from zero knowledge to 3 chords and am inordinately proud of that fact :-)
Some people are just natural born twats
We stopped at tesco on our way to Wimpole Hall to pick up some sandwiches. There was an old guy in a convertible driving in front of us that just nonchalantly turned and parked astride the dividing line between two parking spots, basically taking up two spaces so his precious penis extension didn’t get dinged. I wanted to yell at him for being such a prat (I’m grumpy today. I blame the time change) but Katy wouldn’t let me.
So, inconsiderate old fart, whoever you are, may pigeons use your shiny white head for poop target practice.
Thought of the day
Meeting hell
Why do the powers that be insist on scheduling mandatory meetings that, for all intents and purposes, end up wasting several man-days’ worth of productivity? I’ve just spent 1.5 hours trying, and failing miserably, to look interested in something that I just don’t care about and is of no relevance whatsoever to my work.