Posted by Ceri Davies Mon, 21 Feb 2005 22:10:00 GMT
I heard the blender running in the kitchen, and went in to see what Stef was cooking up. Hummus; only she accidentally used peas instead of chick peas.
Tasted good with sardines though, and at least this woman is no longer alone.
Posted by Ceri Davies Fri, 18 Feb 2005 21:54:00 GMT
I lost the battle with my email. With over 8000 mails in my primary inbox, and over 20000 unread mails in various other mailboxes, it’s been a hard battle for the last 9 months anyway - one which I’ve always been losing. Over the last month or so I just gave up, and haven’t really been reading any mail at all.
However, in the last two weeks I’ve not only found a graphical mail client that I find usable (Mail.app, of course), but the mutt config that was supposed to work (but mysteriously didn’t) has (just as mysteriously) started working. This means that I can finally actually use IMAP with a little confidence.
With that in mind, and spurred on by item 5 in Merlin’s “deal with mail” tips I’ve decided to delete the lot and reorganise the whole way that I deal with mail so that it’s more in line with what normal people do (one folder per mailing list, blah) and see how I get on with that. This means that if you sent me mail recently then not only have I not read it, but I probably never will, and it feels good.
Posted by Ceri Davies Tue, 08 Feb 2005 22:12:00 GMT
When I mentioned that people would get over-excited at the Welsh victory over the English, I really didn’t anticipate this level of excitement. It’s not as if we Welsh don’t get made to look stupid enough already, what with all the idiots.
Posted by Ceri Davies Sat, 05 Feb 2005 19:18:00 GMT
It was messy and scrappy, but we stuffed the Saes for the first time in twelve years. Whilst this is obviously great news, it will inevitably lead to everyone (on the TV at least) suggesting that Welsh rugby is at the crest of a new wave of greatness, only to be proven wrong when we lose against Italy or Ireland. Mark my words.
Posted by Ceri Davies Mon, 24 Jan 2005 22:16:00 GMT
Comment spamming attempts started rolling in at a ridiculous rate today - guess that means that this site has established some kind of presence ;-)
Stef’s mother is visiting this week, and after my 3.625 years with Stef the parents are finally going to meet each other later this week. I’m not worried about this at all, but with my father’s guttural Welsh accent, Stef and her mother’s perpetual state of German-ness, and the fact that sometimes I cannot understand what my father is saying, this could be interesting.
Posted by Ceri Davies Fri, 14 Jan 2005 22:22:00 GMT
I was watching the National Geographic channel and a program called “Killer Leopards” was showing. It was about the Indian Leopard, its endangerment and the problems being experienced with the leopards apparently stalking and killing villages and farmers.
During this program they showed a number of photographs of hunters, who had taken it upon themselves to kill the troublesome leopards, with their kills. Whilst I’m not naive enough to consider myself able to comment on whether this is right or not (after all, the program was only an hour long), it did make me wonder: hunting used to be a rite of passage into adulthood, and was generally regarded as a sign of manhood because it was fucking difficult and you had to be just a little bit rock hard.
Now, you only have to be in the blind by 4pm, and that just is wrong.
If proof were needed, check it out. Even a bad drawing of some dude spearing a deer is more hardcore than the loser on the right:
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