do you mean to tell me that nonsensical emails and comments on blogs *actually* works? You mean to tell me that some people click and buy your Viagra or penis enlargement drug when you send them an email or post a comment in their blog? I can see phishing working, but spam? Not so much.
This rant brought to you by the 10000000000000 spam emails I get at work every day (we are getting ready, *finally*, to install a spam filter) and the 5 – 10 spam comments I get on this blog every week.
So I am currently reading The Boomerang Clue (aka Why Didn’t They Ask Evens?) by Agatha Christie. It was written in 1933.
In the book, the main character gets offered a job in South America. For £1,000 a year. And he is stoked about it.
£1,000 a year was a good salary in 1930s Britain, obviously. So the part I don’t get is how, in 72 years, basically one generation, we can go from £1,000 a year being a good salary to £1,000 a month being not quite enough.
Simon says part of it is decmilization. And, of course, inflation. But I still don’t get it.
Its like I also don’t get exchange rates. Theoretically, if something costs about £20 in Belfast, shouldn’t that same something, based on the approximate current exchange rate, cost $40 in the US? But it doesn’t. For example, a book I just found on both Amzon.com and Amazon.co.uk. .com is $7.99. .co.uk? £6.99.
So maybe I am not as smart as I think I am…cuz I just.don’t.get.it.
Let me preface this post with the note that I do not cut myself. I do not self harm that way.
So how do I do it? By picking my pimples. Yes, that is considered self harm behavior.
My face is very discoloured under my chin from picking at the pimples there. I am trying to break myself of the habit, but I think it does two things for me. It gives me ‘worry spots’ and, in some odd way, it sooths me.
I don’t just pick my face. I pick anything on my body that’s pickable. I had a very odd cut on my upper right arm that I picked the scab on. I pick in grown hairs on my knees. Anything I can get my fingernails into, I pick.
Its gross. I know its gross. And I try very hard to not do it in public. Or even in front of my husband. But I also don’t always realize I’m doing it.
I am not sure I will ever be able to stop completely. Even when I am at my most stable, I do it. Some people rock in place to sooth. I pick.
Started at 8:30 with laundry folding. Went on to final bookcase building. Finished with deep bathroom cleaning (both bathrooms) and rounded it off with a lovely soak in the tub.
Now I am going to help Simon carry empty boxes and other rubbish to the bins in the basement and then curl up and have a lovely Sunday Afternoon Nap (TM).
In other news, I am going back on my ‘c food diet’. That mean, basically, no foods that begin with the letter c. No chips or crisps or chocolate or cookies or curries or cola. Carrots and Coriander are okay!
but I have to point out that in this week’s Doctor Who, its the PA who figures out there what the really weird thing is that is going on!
Once again, I have to point out…Don’t mess with the PA!
This PA, the one writing this blog, kicked ass herself on Friday at work. Managed to copy, bind and get into envelopes all the Board Papers within 30 minutes. That’s cuz me and my team rock!
In other news…have two big nights planned over the next two months. End of May we’re having a reunion drink up at work. I’ve invited all our old staff to join us for some food and booze. Should be good criac.
Then at the beginning of June is our yearly Charity Pub Quiz. Also should be good craic. Our charity this year is the Darwin200, which celebrates Darwin’s 200th birthday next year. Very sciencey of us, don’t you think?
Spring has come to Belfast!
Of course, we will probably have a lovely May and a totally sucky summer, but hey! Leaves! On the Trees!
the other day, you would think we don’t speak English. We are gearing up for a big VIP visit and were discussing the guest list. It made perfect sense to myself, my DFA and my DCR&F. But to an outsider? It probably sounded like this:
Me: HYA
DFA: ULT
DCR&F: FXR
DFA: MBG
And so on. Pretty much the entire conversation was Acronyms. (NOTE: Not one of the above acronyms is actually one we said. Thank you.).
for the record that: –
Thank you.
At least I think its fairly nice out this morning. It is at least very still, which it hasn’t been for weeks.
I may bite the bullet (and why on earth would anyone actually bite a bullet?) and wear my spring cape today rather than my big winter coat. I may get a bit cold waiting for the bus, but at least I won’t be hot waiting for the bus this afternoon.
Which reminds me about something I wanted to write about…
The other day I was walking home from the bus stop. It must have been last Thursday because Simon works late on Thursdays and, therefore, doesn’t meet me at the bus stop when I get home. So I was walking alone. And watching the people.
All of them were in a hurry. Just rushing down the street to get to their next activity. Why? What’s the big hurry? Isn’t the journey worth the trouble to slow down? I always walk a bit slowly, especially on my way home from the bus after work. I like to look around. See what’s new. Are there leaves on the trees? How’s the construction on the neighborhood church going? Wow, that’s a cool car.
People really don’t watch the world. I find that sad. It is ever changing, even in the middle of City Centre of Belfast. The other day I was looking out the window in our front room and noticed that out of 10 cars parked on the street, 9 of them were red. When I looked again about an hour later? 9 of them were blue. I find that fascinating.
So.Stop.Look.At.The.World. Who knows what you might be missing…
Well, I would say the meds don’t work. I had lots of plans for this weekend. Building the final bookcase. Cleaning the flat.
Neither of these things happened. I spent most of today asleep. I did do some stuff yesterday, but not as much as I was hoping to do.
I hate it when I get like this, even though I know I can’t help it. And I guess it is better to do it on the weekend, rather than during the week. I will go to work tomorrow. I have to. I have a meeting and board papers to write. I have to be there. People are relying on me.
Simon relies on me as well, but the basic stuff is done. Clothes are clean. Groceries are ordered for the week. We had a nice dinner.
But I still feel bad that I didn’t get more done this weekend.
I’m sure I’ll get over it.