Scratch
Here you will find older scratches, musings and other detritus that once were located on the front pages, but have now faded.
Filed away here to collect dust and cobwwwebs in perpetuity, links may break, facts may change and data may corrupt.
On occasion I may come down here to tidy, but for the most, I prefer to leave the past where it lies.
Writers Block
There were several things over the last few days that I had intended to write about, but as I sit at my better half's keyboard, I find none of them particularly leaping out at me. What with the Live8 events, the Tempel 1 comet, the public disorder in Edinburgh, Chirac's culinary expertise, there is enough that has happened recently that I have an opinion on, yet nothing I begin to type seems to work. I think this stems from the other night watching Batman Returns on tv, but that is another story, and sadly again, one I have no particular desire to try and articulate.
As such I am reduced to frivolity and mindless observation. Take for example the keyboard I am using now. It has the world's loudest spacebar. Moreover, none of the shortcut keys that I have always considered pointless (or perhaps intimidating), are actually bound to anything. Think I might go to bed.
Alternatively, I could stay up, scan some old photos I have been meaning to put up for a while, and generally get something productive done. Perhaps even watch Days of Thunder which is currently on BBC1.
Lying in bed, Staring out the window, it is then.
4 Jul 2005 23:19 | (0) comments | Thoughts