Category: old blogging

on the subject of dictionaries, I recently signed up to dictionary.com‘s word-of-the-day service, and as a service to readers, I’ll attempt to use each day’s word in the course of my blogging.
Today’s word is distrait, which is actually pretty appropriate for me today.

new word for today: ramblong. shorthand for “long and rambling” as in the phrase “last night I sent a ramblong email to her, but I don’t think it helped any”. I may start a dictionary page.

the house that blogging built has another idea. or were they inspired by this man?

more sport: as a Brighton and Hove Albion follower, I really must not think uncharitable thoughts about this story. (Chesterfield head Division 3, Brighton are currently third)

sports news: you’d think, to be honest, that by the time you are ten-nil down by half time, you’d just put all eleven men on the goal line and try and save some face.

time for a rant:
I think it is high time that we followed the Dutch and others and legalised euthanasia. It seems utterly preposterous to me that humans are kept alive artificially with often unbearable pain, complete loss of dignity and at great expense both financially for the community, and emotionally for the patient and their loved ones. Yet, at the same time, once our pets become seriously ill, we are ready to ease their suffering and provide a painless end to their misery.
The Dutch approach seems sensible to me – a regulated system that should (hopefully) prevent abuses. But I doubt that this sort of legislation could ever be passed here – too many people (the sort my father would call “do-gooders”) would object on whatever grounds. The churches would certainly not tolerate it – they would come out with the argument that it is not God’s will – but is it also not our duty (if we are believers or not) to alleviate pain and suffering where we can, and are we not fortunate to have the skills and technology available to do that?
I should like to record here, publicly, that if ever I am unfortunate enough to be in that position, I would rather my life was ended than for me to suffer and cause suffering to those around me.
rant ends.

Yesterday, somebody found my site by searching for fruit salad plants. Genetic engineering gone mad?

Graybo states the obvious: Meg would feel less tired if she went to bed earlier.

the about page has been revised slightly. feel free to wander over and refresh your memory on the subject of “who is Graybo?”

my mood is no better this morning, due in no small part to the fact that I had a crappy night’s sleep. I think it was probably a combination of paint fumes, over-tiredness and a head that was far too full of stuff. I slept only fitfully until about 4am, then solidly until 7, then dozily until after 8. Consequently, I was more than half an hour late for work this morning (although I did stop on the way to sort out some recycling and get together some decorating detritus to go to the refuse centre).
I really want things to work at the moment. But I mustn’t try too hard. And I must also accept, that sometimes, things don’t work. *And* I mustn’t be negative.