Jiminy Cricket

While it might seem sensible for life to throw significant events at you at regular, measured intervals, making things easier to deal with (or say, blog about) in a handy one-at-a-time fashion, it seems that nobody has taken the time to point this out to it, or if they did, it hasn't taken the advice to heart. I know this because the year to date has seen a postive barrage of things occurring. There's barely been time to actually have my brain catch up to events, let alone blog about them. But here's the highlights package: Pete came back, Si and Des went away, Hamish came back then went away, we did Catch 22, we invented Voltron: The Alcoholic Event to commemorate a job well done, Mel got a job (well done), I got a job (well, damn!), Dave got a job and is disturbingly excited about insurance (what? Dumb.) Some people broke up and some people got engaged. Also, I learned that considered as an ellipsoid, Earth comes in under the minimum standards of tolerance required of billiard balls (nice one Earth, but anyone else a little bit worried to realise that we're round enough that supergiant beings might use us in some kind of intergalactic game of snooker? No, thought not). So golly, it's been a full year to date. And now we can consider this blog largely caught up, so that the weight of thinking about trying to write enormous, intergalactic-beings-who-will-soon-use-us-for-a-snooker-ball (presumably the blue one - 5 points) -sized posts whenever I sign on will be hopefully removed. Huzzah. Now progress may be made, and I might even elaborate on these past happenings a little bit at a time, should I feel the need.

Things have continued to, er, continue - more recently than all that, too. Perhaps most significant among these things are the decidedly disturbing problems I seem to be having in the space-time continuum area. Weekends, which I know should theoretically last at least about 48 hours, seem to be currently taking no longer than six and a half minutes. Possibly some kind of curviture of space is to blame, or the displacement of a mass large enough to distort, I dunno, gravity. That or sound quality. There's also every chance that pro-finite Lie rings are involved. (They're tasty, those pro-finite Lie rings, but they will go straight to your hips.) I hope this problem doesn't rear its ugly headnext weekend in the 48HR film competition - the Six-and-a-Half Minute film competition could produce interesting results, but I reckon it'd be pretty hard.

Work trundles along - more on that in a bit - but for now I just have to ask the world at large - dear GOD, why don't Macs have a delete key, or 'end' and 'home' keys that actually do anything? Whyyyyy? Also, note to Mac: the right mouse button was a good idea. You don't have to not have one just to show how hip and original and different you are.

Anyway, more on work later, bed now.

Speaking of displacement of a mass large enough to distort gravity though, it would of course be remiss of me to not mention the biggest story of the year before signing off - the unexplained disappearance of local intellectual Tim Street, pictured here:

Christchurch society at large is naturally concerned about the mysterious vanishing of this towering giant among the intelligentsia (and indeed, among everyone else). Unsubtantiated rumours of an "emo geek" sighted as far away as Foreign Parts are yet to be confirmed.

Right. Ben away.