In the absence of any other tangible way of measuring one’s progress through life, I thought this might be worth reporting. Although I’m not 100% sure what prompted the Sean Connery-eqsue subject line, but letsh not focush on that, hmm?
Scalar extremities
Ordinarily being beaten to the punch on a piece of commentary would probably render me apathetic enough to let it go through to the keeper, however this one’s worth throwing in just because it crinkles my brain so much. At
Rumours of our demise have been widely reported and reasonably exaggerated
Judging by the legs that this story gained, I suspect you’d have had to have been living under a rock in the first week of January not to have heard the story (given that it appears in nearly every news
Twits
As in, Twitter, the digerati-popular and equivalently lauded/derided “micro-blogging” service. Sort of reminds me a bit of Douglas Adams‘ description of the Belcerebon people of Kakrafoon: a race whose enlightened civilisation was reduced to a gibbering wreck due to an
Elk-bothering stilts
2 things really. 1) I didn’t think the phrase “elk-bothering stilts” should go unblogged (i.e. “Go strap on your elk-bothering stilts, and let’s go bother some elks!”) 2) the bloke in the following photo isn’t me: he’s in the USA,
Sometimes I think I’m only in it for the spandex
That’s hot.
Vansinnig mjölk
Still on the search for palatable chocolate milk (raised as I was on the highly excellent Farmers’ Union Classic Chocolate, nothing on this side of the world has proven a viable substitute). In the Swedish supermarket I spotted this moderately
Sfsg
Here we are, set up at our excellet apartment in Åre. So far we’ve done a fair portion of remarking about how cold it is (-16 C), had an excellent dinner (Thai chicken curry – thanks johan & yoyo), and
T minus 40 minutes & counting…
We made it to the airport okay, and 2/3 of us ran the checkin gauntlet (more on that another time), so now it’s just the waiting game…
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
I’m going snowboarding in the morning. Hurrah. 7 days in the more northerly bit of Sweden. Yay!