The big office move has gone off without a hitch and despite losing a window, natural light and air-con there is one thing good to come from it. I now have a straight edged desk.
You see curved desks are stupid, and if you disagree you are wrong. As wrong as a desk that does not fit under quadrilateral in a shape test, as wrong as the waste of desk area generated by the pointless cut out shape of a pleasantly bending surface with which to work on. For centuries we have worked at desks that have consisted of nothing but for straight sides and do you know what was built?
The Great Wall of China
The modern world
Even though we now have the modern technology is vastly superior to that of the 1960′s we have yet to go back to the Moon, and why? Curved desks.
Time is a strange concept, hours linger while the day flies by. A month is over in a sneeze, but a year goes forward slowly but speeds up when looking back. A calendar seems to be subject to the chronological Doppler effect, with the high pitched whine of the past echoing into the distance.
So it comes to pass that I have another birthday, and this one is different to the others. For the first time I shall be getting a card from my offspring. What makes this quite satisfying is that I found an old post from a couple of years ago that had the following:
So here’s to looking forward to a future birthday, to when I am 40, by which time I hope to be in a job I love, be married and have kids, in a nice house by the sea.
In the space of a few years my life has changed considerably, as it always has seemed to do.
Every government has done things it’s not proud of, history can be a harsh judge especially when past events are filtered through a modern sensibility lens. What was seen as deviant 60 years ago is now seen as normal and causes embarrassment for those in charge.
Such is the case of the great Alan Turing. A man who did more for his country than many others and was then treated inhumanly by a government he had helped to protect.
Plumbing new levels of bland blog posts I am taking part in today’s vote for Europe. This isn’t the pan-continental vote that really matters, that was the other weekend when Conchita Wurst belted out a faux James Bond theme to stick one in Putin’s eye to win Eurovision for Austria. Instead today I am taking a look at the staple
Part of my digital life has died, no longer am I trying to exploit the stupidity of the internet and have let another website perish. Being my second instance of blogicide I don’t feel as emotional as the abandoning of Angry Fairy Tales.
I have had the email confirmation that exploitingnobbers.com is no more, the two year old site no longer fulfilling the niche it was setup to do. It’s original purpose was to see how many people would be happy to pay for end of the world insurance (remember we were all going to die in 2012).
In memory of this site, I thought I’d offer the chance to protect yourself against all being raptured 18 months ago.