Gunpowder treason and clot

Ah, yes. It's 1.15 in the morning, and I really should have gone to bed, I guess. Naughty me. Slapped wrist.

We've just watched the season 1 finale of House and the pilot episode of same which we missed when it was first broadcast. This courtesy of the region 1 DVDs kindly lent by itsjustaname. There are a couple other episodes we missed, and probably these will get watched tomorrow evening. Then I guess I hit the torrents, because Heaven forbid we wait for season 2 to air over here.

The DVDs themselves are a bit of a challenge as they are double-sided, and the episode details are written on the groove around the centre hole of the DVD. Happily my microscopic vision, whilst intermittent, is not yet completely defunct provided I hold the DVDs at least a foot from my eyes; time, I think, for that much delayed eye test. The long vision is becoming noticeable; I may be sporting spectacles next time you see me. The curse of long vision is that you can see your enemies coming from a distance, but once they've caught up with you, you can't see if they've gone so you have to be polite just in case.

A little piece of the universe was made plain to me this weekend, through close observation of the weather. Saturday, being 5 November was of course, Guy Fawkes night with fireworks and bonfires aplenty. The weather had been windy and wet for about ten days , but on Friday night it cleared to fresh and crisp with barely a breeze. I took this to be a sign that God is a protestant, who dislikes 17th century Catholics with treasonous tendencies. Of course, it pissed down with howling gales on Guy Fawkes night itself. The Friday weather proving to be a case of false hope.

This was proof that I was wrong, and God is in fact a Catholic with a sense of humour.

Good night.

Gunpowder treason and clot

Ah, yes. It's 1.15 in the morning, and I really should have gone to bed, I guess. Naughty me. Slapped wrist.

We've just watched the season 1 finale of House and the pilot episode of same which we missed when it was first broadcast. This courtesy of the region 1 DVDs kindly lent by itsjustaname. There are a couple other episodes we missed, and probably these will get watched tomorrow evening. Then I guess I hit the torrents, because Heaven forbid we wait for season 2 to air over here.

The DVDs themselves are a bit of a challenge as they are double-sided, and the episode details are written on the groove around the centre hole of the DVD. Happily my microscopic vision, whilst intermittent, is not yet completely defunct provided I hold the DVDs at least a foot from my eyes; time, I think, for that much delayed eye test. The long vision is becoming noticeable; I may be sporting spectacles next time you see me. The curse of long vision is that you can see your enemies coming from a distance, but once they've caught up with you, you can't see if they've gone so you have to be polite just in case.

A little piece of the universe was made plain to me this weekend, through close observation of the weather. Saturday, being 5 November was of course, Guy Fawkes night with fireworks and bonfires aplenty. The weather had been windy and wet for about ten days , but on Friday night it cleared to fresh and crisp with barely a breeze. I took this to be a sign that God is a protestant, who dislikes 17th century Catholics with treasonous tendencies. Of course, it pissed down with howling gales on Guy Fawkes night itself. The Friday weather proving to be a case of false hope.

This was proof that I was wrong, and God is in fact a Catholic with a sense of humour.

Good night.