I'm awful at text messages. Not exclusively. I'm awful at loads of things, text messages included.
I like to blame dealing with them while I'm driving, and other excuses, but the fact is I'm awful with the things. No surprise then, that I Chinese-whispered AD's “shall we organise a curry on Saturday, after cricket” to “curry, Saturday, after cricket”. Then I part-organised Rich and Mr B O'S, believing the lime pickle committee was planning to meet after the game. Only to have to furiously back-peddle after getting the facts straight.
Evening T20
Wednesday evening's T20 saw that rare event: we won a game of cricket. With three of us making the twenty not out to get retired (and eligible to go back in) we were able to speed up towards the end and knock the runs off.
It was warm, a nice evening, we played on aground with a stone wall, surrounded by mature trees, opposite the all-weather hockey pitches. A nice setting and a nice way to end the day. We should do it more often.
The order of things
Unless there's a good reason for doing otherwise, when I turn on a computer, this is what I do:
1. Fire up the media player (VLC, generally);
2. Open the folder with the music in and drop something in there. I don't get too fussy, let's have something playing while the details are sorted out;
3. Plug in the headphones or the speakers.
4. Open up a web browser (Firefox or Chrome, never IE);
5. Open up the document I'm working on;
6. Open up the email client (Thunderbird, or Evolution);
7. Put the kettle on;
8. Work on the document, until...
9. ...the album finishes, when it's time to think about what to listen to next.
Always it's music first. The first step in doing some cooking is dumping some music onto a SD card for the kitchen stereo. If there's nothing playing, it's almost like an anxiety attack, every subsequent music-less second lost and gone forever pressing the panic button harder and harder.
This is my screen wallpaper
Words from Trout Fishing In America.
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