Another weekend gone

But I have to say I’m enjoying the weekends a lot more now that they’re an interlude of time off, rather than just another part of the vast expanse of nothing that forms the bulk of my existence.

Of the five people I’ve spoken to on the phone this week, three have said how much more cheerful I’m sounding (and the other two aren’t people I speak to often enough for them to know how I normally sound anyway).

I discovered yesterday that my little tinny electonic alarm clock, which gets me out of bed by cunningly playing a very tinny, monotone, rendition of one bar of Lone Ranger-y finale bit of the William Tell overture until I stumble out of the duvet and thump it, doesn’t actually require re-setting. I’ve been dilligently making sure it’s primed to go off at 07:30 in the morning every time I’ve gone to bed this week, but it turns out that it automatically re-sets as soon as you hit the ‘off’ button.

That spoilt my plan to lie-in yesterday, but it did put me into a nice shallow sleep full of cool dreams about the Crimea, narrowboats and assorted awesomeness, so I forgive it for waking me on a Saturday.

So far this weekend I’ve had Yet Another Driving Lesson, in preparation for Another Driving Test on Wednesday (*sigh*). I’d really much preffer it if they’d just hurry up and give me a pink liscence now; I’ve been learning since 2004, and I know for a cast-iron fact I’m a damn sight better than some of the bloody clowns on the roads these days. Frankly, by this point, the question of whether or not I pass the test seems to be pretty much coming down to luck.

(F’rinstance, the reason I failed last time, on paper, was “Bad observation on a parallel park.” But the reason I displayed bad observation was that I was parallel parking after starting to move out from where I was pulled up to be told to parallel park, and paused while moving out, to let a cyclist go by in the opposite direction. Which meant I was very slightly on a wonk when level with the parallelising car. Ordinarily that’d not bother me, but since this was The Test I fretted over it1, and was thus gawping out of the back window like mad, trying to make it work out OK. That was Bad Observation, which was a definite fail. Although it would’ve also been just as Faily a Fail if I’d gone out and caused a nuisance to the bloody cyclist. I’m not trying to say I didn’t deserve to fail for the badness, I just think the fact there was badness was due more to chance events than a lack of technical comptence on my part. Actual competence, yes, but I knew what I was doing. It’s not my fault the hypothetical Boy Racer had to potentially slow down a bit.)

Well, ‘s give it another shot when we get to that, shall we? Although “Shot,” in the context of Penparcau might be an unfortunate choice of words.

This afternoon I’ve been doing further ironing whilst watching Firefly, which took me a mere two episodes, instead of last week’s four, so I seem to be speeding up as my arms remember what they have to do.

That doesn’t include the extra 30 minutes I spent trying to force the new ironing board cover to attach itself to the ironing board, though (Paul: we have a new ironing board cover, the old one was manky and wearing thin). Thank-you Woolworths, for your generously providing a one-size-fits-all that doesn’t until you take a Swiss Champ to the bugger (Paul: we have a new ironing board cover. Do not attempt to unpick the string binding it to the underside of the iron-rest. It’s a right pain to sew on with a Victorinox).

Meanwhile I’ve played through the whole of S101 [Link to S101 at Abandonia, a site where a large number of the screenshots seem to be from the Island of Horny Women. Hmm. A better link might be this one…], and am now started on S201, which, though I’ve been playing it for, hmm… *does maths* sixteen years I’ve only finished once, and now I can’t remember much of what to do.

O, and I’ve done all the washing up, although I’m about to create some more, unless I decide to just go hungry. That would be less effort in the long run, I suppose…

Still, given that I did pretty much zilch yesterday, and only really got round to Being Domestic today, I’m fairly pleased. I like having a structure to me life. Even if it does involve getting up at 07-30 and coming back home at 18-00 (and, actually, that’s a big step up on when I was commuting to Oxford, where I’d generally spend at least twelve hours from every day outside the house).

Going to go shower the bathroom in little bits of beard trimmings, now; trying to keep the thing to a respectable, summer-y length, rather than the usual “Neglected Russian Bear” I’ve been touting since October.

Apologies for the minor Meme spate yesterday; I was trying to write this, but it didn’t seem to be getting anywhere, at the time!

1. I do a splendid line in fretting. It is a measure of how concerned I was that I fretted over How The Park Would Go, rather than my more typical background frets of “What If a Plane Loses Its Engine Over Jordan Hill?”2

2. Yeah, an actual HTML-ed footnote for a change. Pretty snappy, eh reader? Doesn’t work in the LJ version, though. Lack of external linkage, presumably.

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  1. On August 11, 2008 Annie says:

    Does work in LJ, though there’s a at the end of the first one.

  2. On August 11, 2008 Mister JTA says:

    Yeah. Damn paragraph tag. I can’t work out where it’s coming from, it doesn’t seem to appear in the actual HTML!

    Still, never mind. As long as it saves people wear and tear on the pgdn key.

  3. On August 11, 2008 Statto says:

    Uh…dude…that’s an easy one. Whoever heard of the<fn> tag? It’s sending WordPress’s smart tagging system into a tailspin, and that’s probably responsible for the errant <p>.

    @Annie: to get tags to display correctly in comments so as not to mystify me when I read it earlier (!), write &lt; and &gt;, which are the HTML ‘entities’ for less than (lt) and…well, guess what.

    That’s all from the HTML Pigeon (a character from a very unpopular stop for the Playbus) for today.

  4. On August 11, 2008 Annie says:

    HTML FEAR. I shall describe it in full next time. I’m a History major, I don’t do computers past simple games, basic internet use and writing essays. Anything more advanced is for computery intellects and should be left well alone by such as I.

  5. On August 12, 2008 Mister JTA says:

    Y’see, I always liked Playschool better.

    I got the tag thingy the same way I get any HTML that doesn’t put things in bold or italics; I googled it and then wrote out the HTML based on a likely-looking how to site.

    I take it that’s wrong somehow, huh?

    Fixed the borked HTML link.
    (“O what an appalingly ironic outcome!”
    “That’s not ironic; it’s just co-incidental!”)

  6. On August 12, 2008 Statto says:

    Seems as sound a method as any…though where you dug up this site which suggests a mythical footnote tag, I don’t know!

    This looks like a safer place to start…

  7. On August 12, 2008 Statto says:

    Also, Playschool’s Humpty looks suspiciously like a giant dancing chestnut I saw at a carnival in Matsumoto, Japan. This carnival was slightly terrifying for reasons I will elaborate on at a later date. Thus I resolve not to watch Playschool for fear of giving myself nightmares.

  8. On August 12, 2008 Mister JTA says:

    Uh. I can’t find the website anymore.

    ‘s funny, I could’ve sworn it was there the other day.

    Ordinarily I would indeed use w3. But they didn’t turn up in my Google (whose terms must’ve, now I think of it, been “Bad html fn tag”), so I just went with the most presentable thing going.