I have found that there are some phrases, seemingly in plain English, which are totally incomprehensible to others. One which I have frequent recourse to is, “I do not use the mobile app.”
It seems that people just cannot understand this nor mentally process it. It is the ultimate non sequitur of our times.
There is a temptation to add a seven letter present participle starting with F into this statement of mine. But it would make no difference.
This means that I cannot do some stuff and that I am a market segment inaccessible to others.
I guess that makes me a luddite….
We are having a day off and a part of that will be a Firefox bookmarks cleanup. When I follow a line of inquiry I bookmark web pages. These cover diverse topics like:
There are extensive research threads into sutras and Welsh cottages, the Irish mental health hotline and alchemical texts. There is a link to the mothership. There are links to Welsh legends and literature.
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The bookmarks hint at the subject info coverage I am prone to do.
These need a clear up from type to time.
What do you do after a dream like yesterday’s?
Did M talk to William, Charles and Camilla last night about someone dreaming of a temple in their front yard at St James’ Park? Probably not.
One types up the dream, pops up to the supermarket and finishes off the DIY project after lunch…
Time for a day off. The sit on mower made it for one last mow before the drive belt snapped. It is now in the repair shop. It should be fixed in time for the next mow.
This brings us back to the house move question…funny how the straits of Hormuz are impacting here in Brittany…I have to say that Benjamin Nosferatu is looking unwell…the White House ranter continues to rant…
“It is not fair; they did not do what I wanted…they are not my fwiends any more…”
I wish I could say that all is well in the world but it is not. Artemis seems largely insignificant.. who cares…?
The last Coypu now sleeps with Luca Brazzi….
So far no new sign of iris munching….
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