Fucking hell, did they take it this morning?

I've moved to a better server, chosen with zero research, and the old R5 took it as badly as expected.

And it doesn't feel like a chore to play now.

Same, robot. Same

Note to people penning furious letters to Waitrose: This is from December 2011. So feel free to berate their bad choices THEN, but not now. It turns out the picture editor there knew their business well.

The worst of the latter: I don't think they're stable enough to migrate *from*. Cool business tactics.

My excuses for not using email much are currently a combination of "I left SPF settings untouched for long enough to get hijacked" and "PlusNet dumped me onto Greenby when I couldn't make a sensible decision, and they are shit."

Someone's probably already done the work and I can't find it right now, but I need to hear this as a mashup with Looking for Freedom.

The other thing tonight is I didn't think I'd randomly find Deja Vu on TV tonight after grumbling about sodding Tenet being on iPlayer. Plus by the time I switched over they'd got to the laser pointer.

The smell in the outside fridge was the chunk of xmas cake I'd forgotten to deliver; cake was surprisingly okay, but I really couldn't have delivered it after so long.

I have eaten pickled fruit cake.

Had Mum's shareholdings sold. The cheques have frozen me in place. #deathadmin

‘Casual without being sloppy’: why flannel shirts are making a comeback From catwalk versions to vintage finds, the workwear staple is being recast as a marker of laid back cool

Having that "oh no, I am doing fashion" feeling after getting an old yet remarkaably pretty Casual Club (Debenhams??) shirt off of eBay last month.

Further to this, Tesco out this way have/had a load of apple & cinnamon expiring today. One pack into me, one pack into the freezer.

And they're normal enough to go in a toaster.

Dear self, the point of using Photoshop to sort out family photos is to do non-destructive edits, not to dump out jpegs and quit before realising that the image is "on the huh."

famous music video with first mate schee in the corner

That’s Smee in the corner

*dogtanian theme*

There's a bird inside my room
Now we're trapped in here together
There's a bird inside my room
Woke me up from napping
And I feel a thrum of doom
With his constant tapping
Think he represents my gloom
And he's haunting me

*dogtanian theme tune*
Just to say, I ate your plums
Your plums are not breakfast-ready
Just to say, I ate your plums
They are in my tummy
Such a shame when morning comes
They were very yummy
Please forgive me my good chum
Next plums are on me

Bit effing chirpy for a song about death #totp

Car was eventually sold on, many years later, and for some reason I'd kept the original radio with its brown shroud, the aftermarket tape deck screwed into the bottom, plus the single speaker, so that all went with the car as a restoration bonus item.

I put some sort of Goodmans thing into my '87 Mini Mayfair, ran a wire to the 12V battery in the boot for the presets memory and had the new speakers taking up almost all of the rear parcel shelf. I think I still have the CD player that fed into it, that I wedged in on the front shelf.

'Scuse me, I'll just be time-travelling back 40 years to tell younger me the news about what was mocked at the time.

I froze the last couple of novelty hot cross bun packs, so that the weirdness won't matter to anyone when I dig them back out.

Had quite a "why the hell can I smell violets; what's going wrong?" moment before realising that'd be the leather cream I found in the shed. (It's old AutoGlym stuff, I don't know if it was the intended fragrance or if it's turned in the bottle.)

Also, as I watch a review video, I realise I never actually used it properly. Most likely because my mother grew up with a baby grand in the front room (I've found her grade [whatever] certificates), so I was always trying to make it work as a truncated piano.

Adding "figure out if the MT-41 is fixable" to the list.

A set of screenshots from DEEP SPACE NINE. An old Klingon throws his arms around Dax and shouts "Curzon, my beloved old friend!" Dax returns the hug and says "I'm Jadzia now." The Klingon grabs her shoulders, smiles, and says "Jadzia, my beloved old friend!"

Star Trek figured this out thirty years ago. It's not hard. Even an old, drunk Klingon got it.

I have/had one of these, and I want to say there was furniture as well? With most of my cousins being older, I know I wasn't the first to play with the tiny one.

Feel Good Hit of the Summer.

Caught in the "can't look away" of A Night on the Town that BBC4 have decided to broadcast.

If the premise is they're trying on clothes and this happens, it's not a great advert for live action Mr Benn.

Apparently I got those unworn 2976 boots off of eBay at the end of last year, and today I noticed I could get them on and off without a shoehorn, so that's how much effort they take to break in for high insteps.

Based on yesterday, I am now the nightmare that goes back for the shelf price label when the cashier denies its existence.