Inane Whittering #3

As I write this, my cat is sleeping in my bathroom, curled up on the furry bathmat. I found her earlier this afternoon in the washing machine. (I should probably add that it wasn’t on, she was sitting in it with the door open.) Oh, and she was in the shower earlier, too.

I think Sushi has a thing about water. Although, before curling up to snooze in my bathroom, she did have a good clean. Shame my youngest brother doesn’t seem to grasp the idea; the cat’s got the hang of it :|

Not that we call her Sushi at the minute, to be honest. We’ve renamed her F7. It stems from an incident yesterday, whereby my father entered the dining room to find that his company laptop (several years old, I hasten to add) had been viciously, yet mysteriously vandalised, with several keys left at an angle and the F7 key left lying somewhat discarded next to it. The giveaway, it has to be said, was the occasional white cat hairs all over the laptop.

First the cat-flap, and now a computer keyboard. I do wonder sometimes..

Anyway, my apologies for lack of whittering over the past few days – Wednesday afternoon I was rather poorly (for once, this was nothing to do with going to the pub the night before) and ended up having to be rescued by my parents, which meant I had to have my interview for my Praktikum (internship) for my year abroad at home. That was interesting – and promising. I’m now in the process of having to do a sample translation of one of their webpages for Monday.. Eeep.

I seem to remember in my last post whittering on about the Clangers, Soupdragon and various other children’s cartoon characters being a decent alternative to the current government. Whilst originally said rather flippantly, I’ve come to the (slightly bizarre and somewhat unhinged) conclusion that if it’s perfectly acceptable to have fantasy football teams and leagues, then why not governments? I’ve decided that so far, Major Clanger would have to be Prime Minister, being leader of the Clanger Clan, whilst Tiny Clanger would be good as Foreign Secretary – my reasoning being that he was the one who befriended the Iron Chicken when Major Clanger stood there and got cross. Deputy Prime Minister would have to be Mother Clanger, as second in command of the Clanger clan. The Cloud, would be secretary for Transport (it did rescue Tiny Clanger when he got stuck in the Iron Chicken’s nest) and the Soup Dragon would be my Chancellor of the Exchequer. I’ve yet to decide what role the Froglets would play.

Yes, I’m actually going to put time into this crazy idea. Why not? If you’ve any suggestions, please let me know!

Meanwhile, in the real world, Microsoft says “Adieu” to Autorun and a doner kebab saves a man’s life.

Yup, you heard me, Microsoft’s getting rid of Autorun.

Inane Whittering #2

Time for my first late-night whittering. Or should it be early-morning? I guess it was only a matter of time before I found myself at 1:30am in bed with my netbook.

The world is a strange place in the early hours. It’s really quite eery and ghost-like. It’s also the time for comfort eating. I found myself in this position towards the end of last week, having finally snapped (and become somewhat even more unhinged than before) after a screw-up with an assessment for another course (one that, for once, wasn’t entirely down to me). Before I knew it, I found myself in a somewhat zombie-like trance in the kitchen; freezer door open with spoon in hand and the best part of a tub of ice-cream gone.

The thought then occurs to me, that being lactose-intolerant, perhaps this wasn’t the best idea.

I paused, shrugged my shoulders and decided that I might as well finish what I’d started. I guess it was one of those moments in life where you’re pretty sure that there is some kind of being watching all of this and wetting himself.

I then decided that I was going to be really mature and boycott work for the rest of the night. So I watched the Clangers instead, which I felt was a far better use of my time.

I also came to the conclusion that the Clangers and the Soup Dragon would make a pretty good government. (I will elaborate, but it’s now 1:40 and I have class at 9 tomorrow..) I’m aware I sound like I’ve been taking some kind of illegal substance – I haven’t. Just lots of tea. And maybe Marmite on toast.

Incidentally, I found the soundtrack to the Clangers and now have it on my mp3 player (no iPod here). It certainly brightens up the world – try listening to it when wandering through Liverpool Street station during rush hour. I couldn’t help but smile.

Yes, I know. 19 and a half and I’m watching old children’s T.V.
Next time, I’ll whitter on about the benefits of Bagpuss..

Ooh, and apparently it’s handbags at dawn for Google and Microsoft. Honestly, ladies. Show some decorum, please. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Schlaf gut :)

Inane Whittering #1.5

Half a whittering? My excuse is that I got back from my Berlin conference in the early hours of yesterday morning and my Carpal Tunnel Syndrome is back with a vengeance.

Berlin was amazing. My first day was spent working on the welcome desk..
Really attractive shirts

And then we had networking sessions later that evening:
Work, food and alcohol..

…And all day Saturday:
Early Saturday morning after a night at the bar

Considering we had more than 300 delegates, I think it went quite well!

So that’s what I was doing all weekend.. I have, however, just found an article on the BBC about yet another flaw Microsoft have discovered with their software and hardware.

This is why we should be using alternatives more, rather than the default dinosaurs.. no?

Also, The Register has an interesting article on the latest update from Google about their GoogleDocs facility. I like the use of the word “netziens”, personally. *removes linguistic hat*

Right, once I’ve actually learnt something useful, I shall come back and try again. Carpet Tunnels permitting..

Schönen Tag!

Inane Whittering #1

The first post is always awkward.  Some people have that knack of just writing and avoiding the problem, whilst the rest of us tend to ramble on and on until we find something useful to say.  In case you haven’t already guessed, I belong to the latter category.

This is supposed to be a place where I record my general whitterings and thoughts about the occasional little nuggets of useful information I find during my procrastination studies and what I’ve been learning this semester; rather than rambling on about how my cat managed to mysteriously break the cat-flap a couple of nights ago.

The prime suspect, aka Sushi

In any case, I shall leave you with a link to a rather interesting article on how different languages mean you have different cognitive skills which I first saw in Feburary’s edition of Scientific American.