Hah! I may be mocked for having a MySpace profile, but, as well as the crazy people who offer me their bodies and their underwear if only I'll send money to a box in a London branch of Mailboxes, Etc., sometimes you get a nice surprise. Last week, it was Mandy from North Carolina (currently resident in Missouri), and this morning, an unexpected message from Helen, once of St. Gabriel's Hall (Helen with black hair, rather than Helen with blonde hair (if I heard from Helen with blonde hair, you would have heard about it sooner, believe me)). She's off to study to be an opera singer! Which sounds quite spectacular.
Me? I fixed a printer today by sending an email: "Have you tried turning it off and on?" Tomorrow, I plan to tidy up some cables! I'm setting my aims high, like Matt.
For a brief moment, I thought you'd linked to Matt *Blake*'s blog, and was all a-fluster ;-)
Like Blake would keep a blog. "Popped a nut out today. Swimming with dolphins later. Nice bit of hot chocolate over there, etc., etc.."
Ian, you are turning into Charlie Young, who following a hasty bit of revisionism to enable him to stop working for Bartlet (in some doomed attempt to freshen up the show) became the go-to guy when there were termites discovered in the Roosevelt Room or the roof needed re-tiling or, you know, the driveway could've used a sweep. Dule Hill was clearly so bored he resorted to growing a comedy moustache and goatee combo to get noticed. I trust you're not taking this path?
Helen with black hair? Of whom I still can't pick up my knife without being reminded?
I will return both your mails, btw.
I was reminded, when talking to Helen, that Matt is a schoolteacher now. Something about that just seems so wrong...
Noo! Not facial hair! Charlie! How could you? (I spent this morning solving a DHCP error, and this afternoon building up a transparent proxy, so it's not all grunt work :))
Yes, it is her - I think Helen anticipated that response; her first words when she replied back to me were: "I'm sane!" But she sounds well, getting married this year, and as mentioned, off to the opera as soon as she can...
I feel entirely inadequate now.
Hah! Your commuter adventures always sound interesting! You don't get that on the X27 from Bicester to Oxford.
I bet there's all sorts of excitement there, if only you look for it. If I'd have taken that job at OUP I'd probably have reams of anecdotes about the bus routes of Oxford just waiting to go now...
Well, there is the ongoing saga of the girl who got sacked from her job a week ago, and still hasn't told her mum. And I did see an old friend on the bus the day after this entry…so I guess I can't complain too much!