Last night I decided to watch Chasing Amy on TV, and remembered why I like it so much. Then I decided to go to bed. It was around 2.00am. I check my e-mail first, and find a link to a game on Lego.com: Junkbot. I play it for a little while. I then glance up to my clock. It’s 4.00am.
An annoying problem for you to work through (e-mailed to me by an old friend in Bristol and subsequently sent to Haddock.org):
Imagine there are three doors in front of you. Behind one of the doors is a brand new iBook. Behind the other two lurk buckets of maggots. You want the iBook and you don’t want the maggots. There’s a doorman waiting to open one of the doors for you, but only one.
You decide which door you wish to open, and tell the doorman. He looks at you with a sparkle in his eyes and says he’d like to make it interesting. Turning to one of the doors you didn’t select, he whips it open to reveal a bucket of maggots. “There,” he says, “That should make it a little easier for you. Now do you want to stay with your first choice of door, or do you want to switch to the other one?” You look at him as if he were a drooling fool. Do you stick or do you switch?
I’m thinking that I should annotate every single minute of a day. Maybe. I could spend the day noting down everything I did as I did it, and carry a digicam with me. Then for all the bits that I missed, I could (perhaps) go and reconstruct it afterwards. I could record all my conversations onto MD and then plug it in the back of my Mac and see if I could rip MP3s from it. So you could hear what kind of funny things people get up to in my world. I may sound like I’m taking the piss, but I’m honestly not. The whole thing sounds like an excellent project. [inspired indirectly by the awesome dinnerblog‘s reconstruction of the meal I went to the other night. And before anyone asks, no this is not a dig. I think it’s really cool.]
Because I’m a sad sad man: Buffy and Angel spoilers and news: Who might be Angel’s nemesis this year?, Buffy’s Musical episode and … Eddie Izzard?. Need I say more?
I’m getting very bored with discussions about meetings about issues in my house. I just want to be left alone to get on with things. I’m very easy to please really.
I have a strange relationship to temping. Or perhaps it’s not strange at all. I’m doing some freelance work for a friend at the moment so I may be occupied most of the time, but the prospect of the money from two days temping still appeals to me. What doesn’t appeal is actually doing the temping, which appalls me beyond the counting of it. So I get a phone call from the temp company and I vacillate and I sound really torn on the phone, then they go away to check something and I don’t hear back from them.
Tired. Hot. Irritable.
Last night I went for dinner at Meg, Luke and Davo‘s Big Blogger household. Davo cooked a quite delicious salmon dish in the dishwasher. Don’t ask. Also in attendance: Mo Morgan, Paul Digitaltrickery, Ralph and Catherine. Funniest moment? Partial game of Articulate.
Via Darren, the Link Machine, comes an article on joint mortgages between friends, which I have to say had never even entered my head before now.
Dave Winer goes into details about the new Blogger API in an article called Connecting with Blogger. I’m not entirely sure I understand why this is such a revolutionary step forward, but I would like to know. Can someone explain it to me?