Haven’t you got better things to do?
I have had my new eyes fitted today. I was quite pleased as they give you a little training session on how to put contact lenses in and take them out and such like, and the nice optician lady said I was really good at it! I got the knack of it pretty quickly. The only thing is it is a bit weird messing with your eyes like that. But it is fine.
So it is a strange experience to be wandering around seeing things clearly without your glasses. I kept gazing around vaguely and smiling at people, which clearly worried them as they hurried past, hunching their shoulders against the rain and staring blankly at the pavement with their mean, pinched faces (good writing).
Now I am thinking of having a quiet night in with a wheat beer and maybe some Penn State pretzels and a movie! If anyone would like to join me then he or she were welcome (grammer), especially if he, she, it or they bring some popcorn.
I have been quite sad lately due to some things, especially an amusing misunderstanding over St Valenteen’s Day. Still there is always exciting new computer things to learn, eg Puppet, and Emacs, and intresting photographs to take eg like on my Flickr. And last night a beautiful blackbird was singing outside my window and you cannot help but think that things are all right basically when there are such as blackbirds around.
We were in the pub there earlier on and it was the quiz, and one of the questions was ‘Which type of bird has a variety called “mute”?’
I was just on my way in to the gents but I heard the question as the door was closing and shrieked out ‘SWAN!’ in a high, girlish voice which everyone in the pub must have heard and ruined their quiz fun.
I cannot resist a bird question. It was a fun night though. oop. Tumbled over!
These are going back to the time me, Steve and Dave were working in the server mines of Telehouse, shut away from sunlight and forced to consume bad vending machine food and Balti mix, washed down with endless cups of tea. Occasionally we were allowed out, blinking into the light of day and have a beer on Dave’s boat.
Just an intresting wall at Telehouse.
Me looking a bit cross, you would too if you had to work shifts in a gigantic secure data centre painted a uniform battleship grey, and huddle round a rubbish convection heater on freezing nights.
Sometimes the only excitemint we got was pressing the button and speaking at the same time as the operator.
The other thing that kept me going was liberal doses of Healthy Boy chilli sauce, I do not think you ought to feed it to babies as the label implies, even if it is healthy it is pretty fierce stuff. Given that babies cannot even handle simple things like bacon sandwidges and lager, I think feeding them lethally hot Wow-Wow sauce might create more problems than it solved.
Mevagissey is a small and charming fishing village in Cornwall which has one of the best pasty shops for miles around. That’s right I am shamelessly promoting the pasty shop where I had a delicious pasty, hopefully the message will get through and I will get a complimentary van load of free pasties next time I go to visit.
Ironically the traditional hand made pasty shop was empty of custom, while everyone queued for the fish and chip shop across the street. It is sad really as why would you go to Cornwall and have fish and chips? You might as well go to a top restaurant and order Mini Kievs.
Keep the harbour tidy! This is my friend Jane which is inexplicably ignoring the signs for the charming sounding Elizabeth’s Tea Rooms (note apostrophe). I wanted to go in and order cake, and fine wine, but Jane did not let me.
I still find this picture a bit disturbing. I have figured out what it means, but it reminds me of my favourite photographer David Shrigley in a way. Either that or someone is having a laugh.
This brings me out in giggles. “You do know I’m an evil hypnotist?”
And so we leave picture-skew Mevagissey, until the next time ekcetera. There is a terrifying garden of piskies that I have not shown you, and Britain’s most disquieting public toilets. Till then take care of yourselves, and each other.
I got my first digicam about two years ago, a dear little Konica Minolta, which went everywhere with me and I shot around three thousand frames on it. Steve has it now. Anyway, it was not super high-resolution, as the digital cameras of the day were powered by steam and had to be operated by a gentleman in a long beard and a frock coat. I have got better at post-processing though so I have been going back through some of my old raw frames and re-crunching them (good job I kept everything at full res! Even today I am loath to throw away pixels.)
I do not know why birds are so intresting. After all you cannot use them to rest things on, or get them to remind you about shopping, or do odd jobs around the house. Unless those jobs are carefully supervised. Still I like noticing birds, and taking photographs of the birds I notice.
This is the charming town of Mevagissey in Cornwall, which is not far from where I live, and has a selection of delicious pasties.