I Just Called to Say...

I'm tied up. Not in a kinky, exciting way, more in a 'demands of other people' kind of way.

I was all set to expand on the graphic novel theme of yesterday. However, other people have other plans.

All there's time for is this amazing, separated at birth scandal...

(They were supposed to be side -by-side, but that doesn't seem to be happening this week)

Aussie funny singy man (and he is bloody funny - my neighbours will testify to my laughing like a drain to his recent Channel 4 show) Tim Minchin and Scots Radio 1 DJ lady who's off to a new time slot after ages, Edith Bowman.

I blame child traffickers, myself.  Oh well...

...welcome to the disappointment.

Hidden Language of the Web?

Remember I said I spent a large part of yesterday murdering XHTML & CSS standards?  Today I stumbled upon an amalgam of CSS tutorials.  Slightly coincidental I think.

Checked my Wednesday lottery numbers - not a sniff.  Tesco extra on a Tuesday is clearly not a fortuitous place from whence to purchase a lucky dip.  Though having examined the lucky dips I get I must say the Lotto lucky dip generator is piss-poor as it seems to mostly numbers from the preceding line.

My Twitterfeed went invisible, my Twitter/Last.FM Love switched off and I had turned scrobbling off to check the same album for the highest bit rate version and forgot to turn it on again.  In essence, self-imposed radio silence.  Damned fool.

Watched Tim Minchin live - on telly.  Very clever and I hadn't realised what a hot pianist he was.  Brilliant couple of hours.

I am so tired - 02:33.  This is silly.

Welcome to the disappointment.