Low (battery) life
Every portable device died on me today.
Mobile phone (work, simple); mobile phone (personal, Blackberry);
laptop (forgot charger); camera; mobile phone (again, short charge in
the car, being used a substitute camera); other mobile phone (again,
short charge in the car, being used as the second substitute camera).
Where does all that charging up go? The laptop does nothing much.
It's a windows machine so Bill Gates probably gets a cut from the
electricity companies. The camera is digital zoom only so there's no
moving parts. In fact, moving parts don't exist unless the CD drive
in the laptop spins up. We're in the 21st century, this
kit should need charging up once a month at most.
Tacos...
...tonight. Thanks MM. Dead good.
Pollack...
...last night, with black pudding and
mushroom stroganoff sauce. That turned out OK too.
Tomorrow...
...could well see a fish head back on.
Mixed fish and seafood gently poached in a broth with some vegetables
for a one-pot dinner.
Black pudding...
...thanks to BO'S for the reminder.
Almost everything is better with black pudding. Maybe not cornflakes.
Don't fancy the black pudding ice cream, either, when Heston
Blumenthal gets around to it.
My personal battery
Seven (first meeting) to seven (left
office) yesterday. Seven (started long drive) to eight thirty (parked
up back home) today, and have to set off before seven tomorrow. I'm
feeling tired. Jaded, too, because apparently it's Internation Being
Very Rude and Aggressive week. Tiresome, petty, little folk. Very
tempting to give them some:
“Sorry, so sorry. You've got me
confused with someone who gives a …”
“Bye. I have so enjoyed our little
chat.”
“Thanks. You know. For the input.”
“See you. Give my love to everyone,
back in the Shire.”
Goodnight.
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