Blah For Today

The post office van in front of me through Cambridge this morning was sporting a sticker that said: `I go no more than 70mph`. I thought that was supposed to be the same for the rest of us too.

The other entities that infest my workplace are freaking out today because there's a single caravan of `gypsies` parked on the undeveloped land next to our unit. All I can think of is The sky is falling and I want my mommy!

Dream (embellished)

It was a curious dream, once again I was chatting with my mate Dicky, now dead these last five or six years, and during the course of our meeting somebody, who I can't quite recall, gave me a piece of paper with some possibly important writing on.
Obviously half self aware despite dreaming, it occurred to me that it would be a good idea to take a photograph of this note so that I could recall it when I woke up.

The curious thing is that when I did wake up properly I remembered that my smartphone automagically uploads all photos to Google+, so I checked.
There in my gallery was a photo apparently uploaded in the middle of the night, a blank piece of paper...

Crash, Bang, Wallop

Some old boy hit my (or rather my firm's) van up the arse on the way to work this morning, wrote the van off but nobody hurt so no problem.

I did however have a nice time waiting for the AA truck, standing on a fenland sluice gate looking at the admittedly flat scenery with nothing to do, whilst the rat race trundled past me on the A10.
Now I know what it'll feel like leaning on my garden gate in my dotage. Relaxed.

Readers Digest

I'm liking the programme on Radio 4 about the rise and fall of The Readers Digest, I've vague recollections of 'Life's Like That' but the main thing I remember from my Dad's 60's editions is the Badedas adverts....

I've tried Badedas several times on my rare cleansing excursions, but nothing ever happens.

Judgement Morning

This morning on the 45 minute drive to the pit of endless boredom I've been trying to be less judgemental, at least with regard to character judgements, of my fellow travellers. (...)

By this I mean that of course I've been judging their behaviour as usual: lack of indicating, aggressive and incorrect lane discipline and so on, but attempting to do so only in a factual and utilitarian sort of way, in other words without resorting to calling them all the c***s under the sun. As is usually the case.
Is there any benefit to this, I hear just me ask? Well possibly it may prolong my life providing I judge their behaviour correctly and keep enough of my attention on the road, but as for any personal growth benefits I'm not quite so sure.

However it's more entertaining than listening to the crap on the radio.

This, as with a few other curious behaviour swings over the last few days is due to the thought: "what would the Gunslinger do?". Thanks Stephen King.

Buddhism Lite

I watched Bettany Hughes, who seems by the way to have eaten all the pies, attempting to explain Buddhism last night and making an awful hash of it.















Seven wonders of the Buddhist world and no trip to Japan? Seems like she just likes shiny and gaudy, a decent Japanese Zen temple would have been too workmanlike I suppose. Plus she probably wouldn't have been able to speculate so wildly.
On reflection, and after actually reading the Wikipedia page, that speculation comment (not to mention the pies one, may have been a bit hasty...)

Dreaming

So last night I'm in the middle of a film trailer, or several film trailers, you know the sort of thing; lots of flying rooftop shots and a fair bit of swooping and soaring, when I think to myself, at the top of a particularly high building, looking down on the little people/ants below: If I were to just jump off, would I hit the ground, or wake up?

I decided that I would (obviously) wake up, but stranger to my way of thinking this line of thought still didn't jog my mind into realising that the whole thing was a dream.

Life perhaps....

Electrickery Adjunct

I'd like to write up, briefly, my weekend in Berlin next month but without taking a laptop, which would be too much hassle, I've pretty much decided that the best way to take notes would be the old fashioned way; in a small notebook using a pen.

This seems a little retrograde bearing in mind the post below, but I think that using my HTC Desire would be too slow and awkward, unless anyone else has any other opinions or ideas on the subject.....

Electrickery Life

This blog entry has encouraged me to digitise my life, the cleanliness and purity of the idea is attractive to me, and I see only a few problems:

I still like books dammit, but reducing my collection to just a few books that I really love wouldn't be too difficult, some old copies, some from my past and some that are just excellent.

At the moment my (what I loosely refer to as) DJing is still mostly done from CDs, but I suppose that with a little thought I could sort out more modern alternatives, not sure it would feel the same though. Although that's what the cylinder with spiky pins crowd think....

As for films, when Google finally get their finger out and release ChromeOS netbooks then this trusty Thinkpad can be used to stream all that stuff to the TV, saving me the effort of burning DVDs or spending ages converting stuff between formats to please Sony et al...