Yesterday I had some sort of awful stomach ache all afternoon and evening, which is threatening to return today as well.
Consequently I didn't feel like doing much other than lying on the settee gazing at the television and ignoring Nuisance and her constant nagging.
After the Rugby I ended up watching the National Geographic channel. I think it was UFO weekend or something, first of all I watched a program about famous UK UFO sightings and their likely explanations.
Briefly, as I want to get back to sleep. Right now I am just checking under the beds and in the wardrobes.
I am under the sea, apparently trying to drown myself however as I hit the bottom I see an open oyster with a pearl in it. Apparently the Pearl is the good luck symbol of my "house" ( whatever that is ) so I try to get back to the surface ...
Being an usher is great, it means you get to hang about behind the scenes without actually having to do anything much except look vaguely important. A key part of my ushering role had involved visiting Grafton Manor on numerous occasions to ensure my costume looked as magnificent as I do, this was an interesting opportunity to look around the venue before it was crammed with excited revellers.
Now I have got around to getting some "proper" books again.
Unfortunately on the internet lately I have developed the, annoying, habit of consistently ordering the wrong things. In the last two weeks I have ordered the two wrong sized photographs to go in a picture frame I aquired, hopefully when I get the 3rd version tomorrow it will be the right size. That has nothing to do with book reviews.
I've just been watching a program on BBC4 about the Voyager spacecraft, I always like watching programs about the Voyagers. Voyager 1 is currently the fastest moving man made object and the furthest man made object from the planet Earth. It ought to be still transmitting back to us by 2020 - 2025 so might actually be able to tell us when it leaves the solar system completely and is in interstellar space.
I watched two, I suppose, coming of age films last night, the first, Tiny Furniture, was full of horrible over privileged twenty-somethings from New York, some of it was cringingly entertaining as they got drunk/high and flailed about moaning about how horrible their lives were and how they didn't know what to do. It did have a lot of funny one-liners in and I'd never heard about omelette porn until now:
I've just been reading the New Scientist magazine. You may be aware that you can get 3D printers nowadays that can print solid objects by using molten plastic, or other substances which can be melted and put down in layers.
But today I have to go and do some, I hate clothes shopping worst of all and I have to do some of that as well.
Mainly I need some new glasses, my current ones have so many scratches on them they're impossible to keep clean and whenever I take them off I am amazed at how bright and vibrant looking the world really is when it's not filtered out by a grey murk. Also they have stopped working at close range so if I need to read small things close to I have to take them off which is a bit annoying.