Lacking Inspiration

Wotcha.

I Stumbled and I popped, to no avail. Sign of the times, but I didn't Digg.

Today (aside from the daily hunt/apply cycle) has been a mixture of goofing off, electronic tidying and study.

According to my study, I am in 'Analysis Paralysis'. I would say more 'clueless', but then I'm not trying to sell myself anything or convince myself with 'Words that Sell'. I am now the proud owner of a goodly number of ebooks and reports that I have resale rights and in some cases master resale rights. I'm ready to be a millionaire.

It's funny, on one website I visited today, after the formulaic 'look at how much I make with this system' I was told that I won't get rich quick or make money overnight. That was a shocker, I can tell you.

More of that when I have something to actually report, but for now I am proving (aside from the odd slip) that I can keep a blog going, which was my goal. Some readers would be nice - please leave a comment if you are actually here - but nonetheless I have proven, to myself at least, that I have the dedication and the temerity to bring something, no matter how meager, to the table each day.

I don't think I have mentioned it amongst my doom-laden hand-wringing posts, but I have seen a number of large (by our standards) spiders inside the house over the last week and a bit. If you are not in the know, a conker, placed in the corner of a room is anathema to spiders. They don't like it and it is said will keep your house spider-free. 

Now if you follow this reasoning, the use of one to ward off the other would generally suggest that they are expected to be present at the same time.

Chez NoozeHound does not, in it's rambling grounds contain any Horse Chestnuts, but to the very best of my recollection they are not falling, ripe for pickling into legendary twenty-niners (not that kids are allowed to play conkers anymore for Health & Safety reasons) on boot laces, from said Horse Chestnuts just yet.

Therein lies my consideration. I doubt the spiders are making an earlier assault than usual on the nooks and recesses of the family pile in order to beat the conker deterrent, meaning that for some reason they are opting to seek out whatever they seek out in my domain. The webs outside seem much the same as I remember going back to school (yes, OK, back in the dark ages) but the interlopers seem early. I always thought they were escaping the cold, but crap as the end of August/beginning of September was, it was neither horribly wet or especially chilly. So why the arachnid advance eh?

More typically seasonal, the first Daddy Long-Legs of the season flew in the french doors this evening (I'd opened them because a well meaning NoozeHoundette had put the heating on to please her mother and was melting me) and has continued to bounce around, periodically flying at my face.

This is what I mean when I say 'Daddy Long Legs', not the spider variety. Though saying it was flying probably made that pretty obvious to all and sundry. I obtained the rather wonderful photograph from here by a gentleman named Dave Rogers. Naturally I acknowledge all copyright and hope he doesn't mind me using it for my readership of one.

So on a micro-blogging micro-scale of potentially ominous portents, we stand at one a piece.

They have been reporting increased new car sales all day and quickly attributing it to the government's scrapage scheme. In the same week sticking 2p extra on a litre of fuel - well someone has to pay for the grand of your new motor. I didn't hear any reports facing the very real possibility that after the scheme runs dry the dealers are unlikely to sell another vehicle until Spring. The American media were expressing that very point almost as soon as the last 'clunker' rolled on to the lot. I doubt the new reg will bring any relief either.

Meanwhile Aberdeen is drowning. Little dramatic but 65-75mm of rain in 24 hours and an overflowing river with August barely off the horizon doesn't bode well. The BBC have more pictures with the full story but in my book that swings it 2-1 in global-warming's favour.

Of course, the terrible flooding that took months and months to clear up was in June 2007 in the English Midlands, Lincs and Yorks so on this weather-wacky little island. nothing is really a seasonal norm. Even so I doubt that 70mm of rain in a day is a norm anywhere that doesn't have a rainy season. The article sttes it is the most since records began. This get you thinking, what, say 1824 or something? No, 1943. What the bloody hell were they doing every time it rained before 1943?

The English floods caused millions upon millions of pounds of damage. Insurance companies mostly dealt with it quite well. Would that be the same insurance companies that were under immense financial pressure? The very same.

As I say, Aberdeen got 67mm, one month's rain in just one day. The floods in central England were estimated at 50mm over a few days. Scary numbers eh?

Welcome to the disappointment.