The world has ended. I’ve stopped updating.
Okay, not exactly, but I’ve Lillypadded slightly. I’ll explain in a second, first, the life update:
I’m now on Christmas holidays. I’m on emergency call for work most of the holidays, but the number of things that would necessitate calling me up from Letchworth (…when everyone else lives in Bedford…) is tiny. I can think of two, offhand.
Of course, I haven’t done any Christmas shopping at all. I’m planing on doing it all tomorrow.
Insane?
Possibly. It’ll be fun, and my feelings for humanity need a blow at this seasonal time…
Tomorrow I have to:
- Go into town to collect pre-ordered turkey from Friendly Local Butcher
- Collect FoodStuff from Places
- Dump it at home
- Go somewhere with shops (probably Cambridge)
- Shop.
- Shop some more.
- Get lunch
- Finish the shopping
- Come home
- Wrap up presents
- Tidy up a bit
- Die from tiredness.
In that order.
So, Lilly padding. The Lilly Pad Syndrome, as it was called when I used it to explain what the Prince was doing with his life during the time when it happened (Ye gods, that’s a convoluted sentence. I don’t use aliases much in this journal, really, but the Prince got one early on.) It basically is the tendency of people (me included) to keep an eye on where they want to jump to, at the extreme negligence of the lillypad they’re currently standing on. This means, to overextend the metaphor slightly, they get wet when it sinks.
In this case, I have a New Thing, which will take a little while to set up (and I’m not sure will be worth the effort). It’s part of my campaign to get back to writing content. Watch this space. Unfortunately it means that instead of thinking of what I’m going to do for this, now, I’m busy working on Pareidol and how it’ll work instead.