Take a look at this. A company thinks they can claim that frames navigation is owned by them, and anyone that uses it, should give them all their money!

I always thought this was a cartoon thing.

Every big tree grove I've gone to has one that was cut out some time ago to serve as a tunnel for tourists. This one was long since dead, and had been chopped mostly down above the tunnel hole.

Oh and another thing.... I always said I wouldn't be one of those people that commutes millions of miles every day to work. No point what so ever, in my book. After a lifetime of finding myself doing things I never thought I would get the chance to, or not understanding what the attraction was for people to do, what ever it was..... I find myself doing 500 miles in just two days! All that commuting crammed into what nobody could descrive as a novice level of travel. Not my choice, and on this occasion I see EXACTLY why people DON'T like doing it. So I was right all along, but this time I got the chance to prove it to myself....lucky?

So now my day is more like this, than this.

HA, in the final round, he lost to this. Makes all round for a less shocking, and well grounded type of day from now on. I'm done with excitement, if it means a zillion volts up the nearest extremity everytime I pass within 3 cm of any object in the house!

Antibubbles

An antibubble is the opposite of a bubble. A soap bubble in air is a thin film of liquid surrounding air. An antibubble in liquid is a thin film of air surrounding liquid.

It's the final round on the ESD beast that has been murdering my computer slowly over the last few weeks. This is me going to switch my PC on first thing in the morning. I used to laugh at those plastic covers that people put under their computer chairs so they can get around the floor easier. Well, it seems they were laughing back all this time and I didn't know it, because that is partly how you stop the static electricity zapping your computer.

I must say though, it seems my ancient PC has held up well against the onslaught of shock therapy every day. I do not want to push my luck any further with all this, as it only takes one small zap to kill a component.

Teaching went MUCH better the second time out. Everyone had a good time, and seemed to get lots out of the experience. I suppose I can throw in the fact that my job sort of insists on calling it 'Facilitating' rather than teaching, but as they (hopefully) don't read this, I can go back to calling it teaching for now.

Today is the bleedin' Super Bowl. I am so used to being able to escape such events, because in the UK it seems even big events sort of keep in their place. Olympics, Grand National, and even the odd Royal occasion in London just happen before those that choose to watch. Here things are a little different. Every single known product suddenly sprouts an almost DNA'esque connection to the Super Bowl!

You see rugby ball shaped things on every advert everywhere! It is apparently all in readyness for the big day. Everyone is urged to go out and get this must-have thing, in time for the big game on Sunday.

Even one of my geekiest retreats has been invaded by it. I suspect (thankfully) that it is a thin vale of pandering to the TV company bosses who think that their audience is actually interested in this event. But thankfully, those on the front line that are making the shows just call it Football related, and don't actually change anything. Rather like the adverts I mentioned earlier.

So spent most of today slaving over a hot script for tomorrows class. Here's hoping it goes a little better.....

Did my first teaching. Was odd as normally I would have to revise or look something up, but being the one teaching meant I knew it all already. So spent the last few days wondering why there was nothing to be learning before the big day came.

As to how things went, lets just say that I sucked more than a room full of cheap lady-boys in Singapore! But I am glad I had a crap first time out, so hopefully the next few will get better. Better than crap? Hmmmm...doesn't sound like any course I would like to go on...

In fact somebody told me that the pauses would seem longer to me than the class, and I hope they were right, because people leaving the class had long grey beards, even the women!