I refer of course to the appearance of holes which crop up for no apparent reason in random places.
Yesterday evening I was wandering across the field when I spotted a new one. Once again it defies all logic. Where the fuck did it come from?
The hole with my pipe for scale.
There are a few things to note here. It is around two inches in diameter and is nearly circular. It is around ten or eleven inches deep and seems to widen a bit near the bottom. It is nearly big enough to squeeze my hand into and its sides are rough so it isn’t an old pipe to plug in a clothes line [there is one of those in the garden but I’m damned if I can find it!].
The strangest thing though is that there is no soil around it as there would be if something had dug it out. In fact I had a bit of trouble finding it again this morning, and had to pull back the grass to expose it.
Is it a sink hole? Is the entire field about to suddenly disappear into an underground cavern? Have I inadvertently found an old mine shaft? Did someone creep in and plant a no-smoking notice on my lawn and then have second thoughts?
Sweet suffering fuck! Is this what I pay my taxes for?
We seem to be swamped with apologies these days. Write something in the paper? Apologise for it after. Send an inane message on Twitter? Apologise for it after. Express a personal opinion? Apologise for it after.
What’s more, apologising to people in the past is like pardoning someone after he’s been executed. It is fuck all use.
Mary McAleese says Ireland ‘now grown deeply respectful of gay citizens’
Oh do fuck off Mary. I know you like to sound all cuddly and inclusive and all that crap, but “deeply respectful“?
I don’t deeply respect gays. I don’t deeply respect straights or any of the other 1001 genders out there. I don’t deeply respect anyone unless they are an individual that has earned that respect. I treat everyone the same unless an individual deserves my deepest contempt or highest respect. To include me in your sweeping statements is frankly an insult to me, and I expect an apology forthwith.
Minister for Justice Charlie Flanagan offered a State apology to the men for the effect of laws denying them the right to live without fear and for the failure of tolerance in Irish society.
That rings a bell. How about apologising to us smokers who live under a lack of tolerance aided and abetted by the state, instead of apologising decades down the line when you finally realise that you were wrong and the whole pogrom was just a money making scam and a lust for control? Just do it now while it might do some good instead of after I’m. dead
In the years before retirement I sometimes wondered what I would do with all that spare time.
I needn’t have worried because there is precious little of it.
On top of all the household stuff I have to do, the garden has added considerably to the burden. I have to hack back hedges, mow the lawn, weed, mow the lawn, do some strimming, mow the lawn, hack back some trees, mow the lawn. You get the gist?
So with all of that I have little time to be arsing around on the Interwebs. And what little time I have there is mostly taken up with doing maintenance and stuff on the sites I look after.
I have [or had] however two little projects of my own. The first was a wee website I was building. It was a very interesting project and will be of interest to many. I can’t however say much more about it because it has to be passed by a Compliance Committee [a sort of peer review]. If it’s passed, I will put it live. If it isn’t I will bin it. That’s just the way things go.
The other little project was to experiment with Ubuntu. That was interesting in a strange way. It’s all Linux underneath and Mint is based on Ubuntu so I expected them to be much the same. They’re not. Chalk and cheese. Ubuntu looks lovely and it comes with some interesting programmes in its package. It’s a fucking nightmare to customise though. So I installed Cinnamon in it so that it has the same desktop that I’m used to. That restored a lot of functionality but that was more than tricky to customise too. It now looked like Mint with a horribly bland layout. I have gone back to Mint on a permanent basis.
So that’s why I have little time to scribble here and even less time to comment on comments.
Time now to empty the washing machine and put the contents on the clothes horse, full the washing machine with the next batch, do the washing up, clear the table for a grocery delivery due later, tidy up and make Herself a drop of lunch.