... the IT man in LibraryLand
So recently Salsa Girl and I found ourselves in somewhat of a philosophical quandary.
You see we were discussing the appropriateness of referring to the strip of substance attached to the waistband on an old pair of one's pajamas as "the elastic" when it clearly exhibited not a single one of the traits one would usually associate with elastic.
After much spirited debate we agreed to disagree and remain civil about it all.
So do you, dear reader, believe that "the elastic" is the waistband of your old pajamas regardless of it's actual elastic properties; or do you side with the misguided folly that is the belief that for something to be "the elastic" it must retain some vestigial elasticity?
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The Return of the Great Man
It seems that March is the month of returns.
First it was The Bastard's return to Sunday Gaming.
And now, this weekend past has seen the return of not only the footy but also my esteemed match-attending companion The Great Sandro.
We had another of our grand days out on Saturday last. I had presumed that my fellow black and white army members would be out in force and, hence, we needed to be at the ground well before the game itself began.
Suffice to say one was able to see first-hand what the slow influx of a passable crowd into an empty stadium looked like.
The match itself was fairly one-sided but a good result and we trundled home on the less than packed train that such a lower attendance match produces..
After the footy the real challenge began as The Great Sandro met Salsa Girl for the first time. All went well due to her choice to select her suburb of residence as her footy team aligning with TGS's number one team.
I believe that Salsa Girl has gained the okay to join us for an upcoming match - her first ever. One only hopes she can prepare herself to see her team being walloped while I gloat and cackle with glee at her expense - all in my typical gentlemanly way of course.
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First it was The Bastard's return to Sunday Gaming.
And now, this weekend past has seen the return of not only the footy but also my esteemed match-attending companion The Great Sandro.
We had another of our grand days out on Saturday last. I had presumed that my fellow black and white army members would be out in force and, hence, we needed to be at the ground well before the game itself began.
Suffice to say one was able to see first-hand what the slow influx of a passable crowd into an empty stadium looked like.
The match itself was fairly one-sided but a good result and we trundled home on the less than packed train that such a lower attendance match produces..
After the footy the real challenge began as The Great Sandro met Salsa Girl for the first time. All went well due to her choice to select her suburb of residence as her footy team aligning with TGS's number one team.
I believe that Salsa Girl has gained the okay to join us for an upcoming match - her first ever. One only hopes she can prepare herself to see her team being walloped while I gloat and cackle with glee at her expense - all in my typical gentlemanly way of course.
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Recovery and Reading
So, one has only recently recovered from another tussle with that most pernicious of ailments - the Man Cold.
I fear that it may have mutated as this time I was laid low for five days rather than the usual three. To make matters worse my wonderfully attentive nurse, Salsa Girl, has found that the Man Cold has been able to jump the gender barrier - although her version comes with far less whinging than the one I was struck down with.
Anyway to take your minds off the impending plague ridden mutant-Man-Cold doom the world is facing I shall inform you of my latest read which I managed to finish whilst in the throes of my illness.
It was Down the Bright Way by Robert Reed. I found it quite the interesting dimension hopping premise with some quite intriguing characters and implications for the whole set-up. Well worth a read.
While trying to decide upon my next read it came down to a choice between ArchEnemy's must read book and Fantomas's must not read volume. Of course I chose the must not read out of fascination for the horrible (and, one must admit, a little for the exasperation of ArchEnemy).
Only time shall tell whether I can finish the book or follow in Fantomas's footsteps and add another abandoned read to my tally - although falling asleep on page 2 last evening may give somewhat of an indication which way things will pan out...
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I fear that it may have mutated as this time I was laid low for five days rather than the usual three. To make matters worse my wonderfully attentive nurse, Salsa Girl, has found that the Man Cold has been able to jump the gender barrier - although her version comes with far less whinging than the one I was struck down with.
Anyway to take your minds off the impending plague ridden mutant-Man-Cold doom the world is facing I shall inform you of my latest read which I managed to finish whilst in the throes of my illness.
It was Down the Bright Way by Robert Reed. I found it quite the interesting dimension hopping premise with some quite intriguing characters and implications for the whole set-up. Well worth a read.
While trying to decide upon my next read it came down to a choice between ArchEnemy's must read book and Fantomas's must not read volume. Of course I chose the must not read out of fascination for the horrible (and, one must admit, a little for the exasperation of ArchEnemy).
Only time shall tell whether I can finish the book or follow in Fantomas's footsteps and add another abandoned read to my tally - although falling asleep on page 2 last evening may give somewhat of an indication which way things will pan out...
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The Return of The Bastard
No, the title of this post does not refer to one's return to posting after this most recent hiatus from keeping you all updated.
It instead refers to the reappearance at Sunday Games, after a four or more year absence, of the one and only The Bastard.
As befits his usual modus operandi he lugged along a large selection of new games of which we barely managed to scratch the surface by playing only two out of the teetering pile.
Also in attendance was Doom, although his new several-times-a-year frequency hardly makes an appearance worth mentioning. In the same vein I shan't even bother to mention the attendance of Pirate Dave, Legion2, or Badger.
The long weekend was rounded out by a trip to the residence of the Double Jays with Salsa Girl where one was able to easily take possession of the Rummy 500 Perpetual Trophy* for the first time ever after many months of playing with the group.
[* said trophy may exist only in my own mind]
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It instead refers to the reappearance at Sunday Games, after a four or more year absence, of the one and only The Bastard.
As befits his usual modus operandi he lugged along a large selection of new games of which we barely managed to scratch the surface by playing only two out of the teetering pile.
Also in attendance was Doom, although his new several-times-a-year frequency hardly makes an appearance worth mentioning. In the same vein I shan't even bother to mention the attendance of Pirate Dave, Legion2, or Badger.
The long weekend was rounded out by a trip to the residence of the Double Jays with Salsa Girl where one was able to easily take possession of the Rummy 500 Perpetual Trophy* for the first time ever after many months of playing with the group.
[* said trophy may exist only in my own mind]
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The Orchestra of Sniff
Some of the joys of making ones commute via the agency of railway train include:
A downside to this idyllic commute is that it can be jarringly interrupted when, as happened this very morn, other passengers on the train decide that they need to engage in activities such as a good, old-fashioned, reverse-flow nasal cleansing.
I'm not objecting to anyone doing this once or twice out of necessity but when it is happening every dozen or so seconds all the way to the end of the line one can become quite irritated by the rumbling interruption. This is made worse when other passengers in the carriage begin to add their own tenor and soprano accompaniment.
It's almost enough to drive one back into one's automobile for a nice stress free commute down Punt Road.
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- the ability to read through much of one's backlog of various reading materials;
- conversely, being able to doze guilt-free (oh the uproar when one attempts this in one's automobile!);
- preparation for, variously, work and gaming;
- and numerous other sundry activities.
A downside to this idyllic commute is that it can be jarringly interrupted when, as happened this very morn, other passengers on the train decide that they need to engage in activities such as a good, old-fashioned, reverse-flow nasal cleansing.
I'm not objecting to anyone doing this once or twice out of necessity but when it is happening every dozen or so seconds all the way to the end of the line one can become quite irritated by the rumbling interruption. This is made worse when other passengers in the carriage begin to add their own tenor and soprano accompaniment.
It's almost enough to drive one back into one's automobile for a nice stress free commute down Punt Road.
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