Random burblings since 1999
Yes, I’m on a roll now. Everyone (who’s not in Scotland) keeps moaning on about how hot it is… so here are some Tips for staying cool.
My favourite? “Try to go to a public building with air conditioning each day for several hours.” Sage advice indeed.
Blahblahblog.com is now the Big Pink Cookie – Taking the Blah out of the Blog.
(I’m putting aside my dislike for bubblegum pink for the time being…)
Just after I’ve said I can’t find anything worth talking about, I come across this: The Plot Thickeners.
I kinda knew this, having read something about it a few months back in one of the Sunday Papers (the capital P means it was one of the broadsheets). What I find fascinating is the other writers, the ones who actually DO the writing, are quite happy with this. I’m guessing that the publishing houses only hire authors who seem aware that their own writing isn’t of the same standard as, say, that of Tom Clancy.
As the article says, this is another modern phenomenon, another example of marketing gone awry. “It’s hard to imagine Leo Tolstoy writing “War” and someone else writing “Peace.” Most great writers don’t even get along with themselves.”
What a weird day. Weird in that not much has happened, so I’ve got very little to say. As for links, well it’d only be stuff about the news over the weekend, and two events from the Commonwealth Games that caught my eye (the marathon runner who, as he won the race, didn’t realise he was finished and did another lap of the track, and the long jump athlete who didn’t qualify for the final and barely made it into the pit).
I’m updating the Visit page at the moment, so if you have any clever ideas let me know.
That’s all for now.
Congrats to all those brave, hardy souls who stayed up for 24 hours. Hopefully all the charities involved will benefit well. I might even try it myself next year (yeah yeah I said that last year too).
Missed all the hoo-haa? Blogathon 2002
Friday night, a few beers after work, then onto dinner with family (my brother-in-law and his girlfriend, and my sister-in-law). Then onto the heady nightspots of Dumbarton, where, once again, I am reminded that it’s not WHERE you are, it’s WHO you are with. Night finished at 3:30 a.m. (allegedly) and as my legs were sore in the morning, I can only presume that I was being forced to dance. Again.
This of course isn’t really what happened at all, as usual I started dancing the minute we were inside the club, I have a kindred spirit in my brother-in-law’s girlfriend, and at one point had all three gorgeous ladies dancing with me.
Saturday was spent viewing pictures of my Mum and Dad’s holiday (Innsbruck, Lake Garda, Munich and many others…). The pictures were good, with some spectacular views of the Dolomites.
We decided to stop off for dinner on the way home. Now where I’m going to mention.
Today was a lazy day. The rain started about 30 mins after I got up, so that makes it 4 weeks in a row I’ve not been able to cut the grass meadow. So we headed into Glasgow to spend money we did’t have. Typically we managed to achieve that aim… mind you we did pick up a new shower for half price (although I fear it may cost as much again to repair things once I’ve tried fitting it). Home to watch some athletics and prepare for the week ahead.
Quiet weekend. More later.