In The Meanwhile You’ve Stopped Writing Songs, There’s Nothing Left to Say, You’d Like to Get Your Old Job Back and Mow Lawns Again One Day

27 02 2003

The title is from a Loudon song called The Home Stretch and is saying what I will try to.

From time to time I am a bit sort of an entry. Probably not the end of the world, I post circles around most people I know in terms of quantity. Quality is not an issue that has ever bothered me much.

But it seems that it’s been a few weeks where I really have had nothing to say at all.

I am not actually looking for sixteen so I am not fussed about a large audience but I would like to make some sort of connection with the four of you left reading. But I am just not sure that I have anything to write.

Lesson for the day - all things pass in time.



Spiders

27 02 2003

I try to stay calm in the face of spiders. Especially if they are on the other side of the room and really quite small and harmless. Even if they are within a couple of metres I try to stay calm.

But it isn’t easy and I just have to find a shoe and kill them. If it is one of Nicky’s shoes I hit them with it, if it is one of mine just holding it nearby generally does the trick.

Lesson for the day - there is a sunny side to almost everything.



The Bank

27 02 2003

The web banking for our old bank was good once upon a time. But then they upgraded it so that it was both slow and confusion. On the bright side it was good to see that they managed to change two things at once.

Our new bank’s site is a little counter-intuitive, when it is working.

Most of the time there are at least a couple of frames on the page that don’t load at all.

I do know that somewhere is tricky but surely it’s not this tricky.

Lesson for the day - the lowest common denominator is pretty low.



Competance Challenged

27 02 2003

Some favourites

Couldn’t organise a fuck in a brothel.
Couldn’t run a pub at a profit.
Couldn’t find their bum with both hands and clear directions
Couldn’t fight their way out of wet paper bag with a carving knife and instructions
Wouldn’t know if a train was up them unless all the passengers got out and slammed the doors.

Lesson for the day - language can be wonderful.



One Year Ago

26 02 2003

On this day last year I was writing about the keyboard sound on Floating (Be There Soon) and was bitching about people and their damn opinions that they clearly regard as factual just because it came out of their mouths.

This year I am thinking about doing the mandolin version of Floating and still sick and tired of being bashed over the head with what people believe is true.

Lesson for the day - progress is an illusion.



23 Months

26 02 2003

I will have been blogging for two years towards the end of next month.

It seems much longer. Actually it seems like all sorts of things have happened in that time and I actually haven’t recorded many of them at all.

I suppose that will happen when you only go for the soundbite and the quick laugh.

Lesson for the day - it’s hard to change your nature



OK So Far

26 02 2003

It looks like I have survived the migration to the newer laptop with most functions intact.

Hoorah and a big thank you to Frodo for helping with with all sorts of Windows things that I will never understand in a million years.

Lesson for the day - changing computers doesn’t kill you it just feels like it.



Fear of the New

26 02 2003

I now have a laptop which is meant to be better than the last one.

Lesson for the day - time will tell.



Dog School

26 02 2003

The Puppy Deluxe and I went to dog school and she kicked goals. She really is much better behaved when she doesn’t have the Paddle Dog around being all distracting by being brown and things like that.

Not that the puppy did anything spectacular, she just didn’t behave like a complete lunatic.

Lesson for the day - if you start low there are plenty of places to go.



Too Much

25 02 2003

I think that it is just possible that I have been trying to do too much over the past few days.

I know this is hard to believe from such a laid back character as myself, I am having trouble believing it myself.

Perhaps I just need a cup of tea and good lie down.

Lesson for the day - even real characters can be out of character.