Spud

For the past few days, every time I have gone into the tea point to refresh my coffee, there has been a humongous potato being blasted in the microwave oven.

I'd have thought it would have been cooked by now.

Spud

For the past few days, every time I have gone into the tea point to refresh my coffee, there has been a humongous potato being blasted in the microwave oven.

I'd have thought it would have been cooked by now.

The art of bloggery

So this morning I had my belated mid-year review. Despite all my annoyances and occasional heavy sarcasm I appear to be still fooling everyone in to thinking that I am doing a good job, which is nice.

In other news, I find that I have no other news. For once I am scuppered; I can’t think of anything to write about. Not so much writer’s block as just nothing to say. Of course I suppose that is itself a strict definition of writer’s block, but I tend to think of it more as something to say but an inability to write it down in a satisfactory manner. No, I don’t have that; I just have nothing that is shouting at me “Write about me! Write about me!”

So this is an exercise in how to make an entry because you want to, but have no content.

The art of bloggery

So this morning I had my belated mid-year review. Despite all my annoyances and occasional heavy sarcasm I appear to be still fooling everyone in to thinking that I am doing a good job, which is nice.

In other news, I find that I have no other news. For once I am scuppered; I can’t think of anything to write about. Not so much writer’s block as just nothing to say. Of course I suppose that is itself a strict definition of writer’s block, but I tend to think of it more as something to say but an inability to write it down in a satisfactory manner. No, I don’t have that; I just have nothing that is shouting at me “Write about me! Write about me!”

So this is an exercise in how to make an entry because you want to, but have no content.