Scary things
Rantings and ravings on politics, philosophy, and things that fall into the ether of 'none of the above'.
Almost NaNo time again!
My past two- or three weeks of laptop troubles are over, finally. The parentals arrived in London yesterday and brought with me all the various installation disks I needed and my external hard drive. Last night I copied the files I really needed (eg, every picture I've taken since leaving home in April) to the external drive and set about reinstalling windows.
What could possibly be nicer than walking out of the tube station to see that, not only have the skies cleared a bit, but there's an amazing rainbow right above you, one of those rare ones where you can actually see the entire arc?
I'm really glad I decided to risk being late to work today and go back to get my mobile (which I use as an alarm clock and was still sitting on my nightstand), because there was a voicemail from my contact at the temp agency telling me not to go in to work. Apparently, the place where I'm working had some massive system crash overnight, so no data entry today.
Happy birthday, legalized torture!
Seriously, check this out. It's awesome. Based on this I have absolutely nothing but praise for whoever did that arrangement: it's immensely well done. Makes me miss being in an orchestra, not that we ever did anything quite that neat.
A teaching assistant in West Yorkshire is coming under fire for teaching while wearing a full-face veil. Thanks for starting this issue, Mr. Straw!
Ken Feduniewicz is apparently running for House in the district where I'm registered to vote. According to my absentee ballot, he's a member of the "Remember the Alamo" party.
I'm certainly not one for international hsyterics. I don't see unpleasant news stories and commence running around like a recently-beheaded chicken screaming about the End of Days and whatnot.
I've got a ticket to go back to the states, via Dublin.
Yes, I (most likely, unless I have an unexpected change of heart) will be returning to St. John's come January.
I think I just left for Ireland a few weeks ago. And now I've only got...three months left on my six-month UK visa? How did this nonsense happen?