h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My boss: "Why don't you wear your work shirt [which has the company's name and logo on it, also my name] to and from work?"
Me: "For the same reason I decant ketchup into a pot and put that, rather than the bottle, on the table at mealtimes."
My boss:

Me:

(Also because by the time I clock off after a day's work it's usually covered in one or more of the following: cider, apple juice, sugar, sweat).

Because it's tacky and infra-dig to have labels on the table.

(And also because I'm not an unpaid walking advert).

(Although I have once or twice put it on before walking into a bar on the offchance I might get a free drink or pull a bird ).

And the labels thing also goes for jam, marmalade, mustard etc.

Ah... That's what I suspected.


Other than small tags, labels, I don't wear shirts with any printing or adverts on them, myself.

I rebelled in the '80s when the Coca Cola shirt craze swept the nation and I'm holding to it.


Although, I do enjoy a witty or nostalgic T-shirt, I just don't wear them.

The only shirt I wear with anything on it is an old Drafthouse shirt that we sold when Narnia was showing. It's a sort of reddish colour with a yellow lion rampant on the front; no logos or company names.

On the back it says "What would Aslan do?"

HAH!

Randall continues the Pluto Pareidolia Polka...

http://xkcd.com/1551/





N.B. the upper right region.

'Debate Hole' looks a lot like Isengard to me.

Sigh.

4 Space
NASA Spacecraft Flies Past Pluto After 10-Year Journey
by Geoff Brumfiel
2:00

5 Space
How Long Would It Take To Drive To Pluto?
by Adam Frank
3:18

Two minutes to talk about the Pluto flyby; more than three minutes for a spurious and pointless piece about driving to Pluto. Looks like NPR is getting as silly as the BBC

I may have gone too far with that last comment Sorry, NPR.

I thought the comic strip showing the wind mill farm west of Palm Springs amusing.

http://xkcd.com/556/

The did an excellent job of capturing the sky color.

Breakfast this morning: three slices of bread spread with chicken dripping, a slice of saffron cake, tea.

It's a tough life.

I was just looking at that package of saffron in the refrigerator.

Hope my crocuses come back again.

Supper this evening: A bottle of Trooper, some new potatoes cut into wedges, and a dish of butter to drag the wedges across.

Simple pleasures are the best.

I've reached that point in a bloke's life where a conversation later this year may well go like this:

"What do you want for Christmas, Gosho?"
"An ear hair trimmer, please."

It's still on the edges of my ears, so I can easily get at it with my beard trimmer.

But don't think that I don't already have my eyes on one of these.

http://www.duluthtrading.com/store/product/nose-hair-trimmer-groom-mate-79017.aspx?processor=content

Treat Yo'self!

Reference: http://youtu.be/OP3xf6BFEIo

I'm still looking forward to the day when I can tease into points.

Probably not though, till I'm about 400 or so.

I'm getting perilously close to breaking the one and only new years resolution I've made these past several decades - to have whisk(e)y in the house at all times. The only way I'm keeping it is to avoid drinking the little bit of whiskey I've got. I must do something about that - it's a deplorable state of affairs.