MSN

Great, MSN has ceased to let me talk to people.

My messages to Gordon (trying to cheer him up, as this is an unhappy anniversary for him) are all bouncing back and generally nobody is responding to me. Either I've suddenly found myself bereft of friends, or MSN is really screwed.

I'm hoping it's the latter, but either way round, it ain't good.

Tension, Apprehension, and Dissension Have Begun

Well, not begun, but continuing apace.

Joe seems determined to alienate pretty much everyone he knows here, leading to much bafflement and confusion. Life had been, until recently, delightfully quiet, with me happily avoiding all the usual fun and frolics that had made life exciting and remarkably stressful between 1990-1995. However, it appears that it was not meant to be.

One day, I'll find myself surrounded by people that can actually get along with those around them, not have huge emotional reactions to other peoples reactions and, when there are problems, have an initial reaction of "let's see if we can sort out where these problems come from" rather than "That Bastard! He'll pay for this!!"

We'll all live in a nice candy coloured house, and farm flying pigs together.

Oh, and 7.43 cool points to anyone who's read the book that the subject line above comes from.

Addendum: Some time later (apres Bath)
So as not to give the wrong impression, I haven't taken offense at Joe, despite the general name-calling and unpleasantness. I'm worried, concerned, and generally stressed at the situation, but I'm, personally speaking, not actually angry. I have too much faith in Joe (and in my friends generally) for that. (I've been told before that this faith is a weakness, but I'm convinced it's a strength).

My reaction also seems to be tempered by my general change over the last couple of years, initiated by looking after Gina when she was ill. More on that later, when I've had time to let this settle inside me so that it can burst, fully formed, from my skull.

Plans for the evening

I'm going to hoover the bedroom, have a bath, make the bed and watch the first episode of Buffy Season 6 with Erin, before collapsing into a peaceful early nights slumber.

Alternatively, I'm going to sit here clicking refresh repeatedly on various news sites in the vain hope that something will relieve the general boredom and stress levels, get in trouble with Erin for not doing the things I promised to do, not have time to watch Buffy and go to bed smelly and neurotic.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

The problem with weblogs

There's this guy, y'see, who starts dating this girl, y'see, and she discovers that he has this weblog, where he says things about "this chick", and the stuff he wants to get up to. And she's not happy about it, so she dumps him and tells this reporter friend of hers, who writes it all up.

And there's a moral to this story, but I'm not 100% on what it is.

And one more for luck

I just discovered that in a 40x CD player, the outer rim of the disk is moving at 677km/hour or 55% of the speed of sound.

Digging a little deeper, I discover that a single speed CD-ROM can manage up to 500 RPM. Of course, that's CLV, whereas modern CD drives are CAV. Still, I wonder what speed 40x CD drives actually spin at.

Anyway round, that's really, really fast.