life, liberty and the pursuit of geekiness

We're getting an LJ search feature at last! Post in news. Of course, we're also getting ads on the front page when not logged in....

Since when has a graphic with text on been called a 'macro'? And why? A macro is a baby program to create a specific series of commands, and it's really confusing when people start saying 'Nice macro' and I go 'What? Where? Oh, the picture.'


</grumpy old LJer>

I dreamt last night that I had woken up, turned off my alarm and gone straight back to sleep. It was very confusing to really wake up and find that not only had I not overslept, it was only three o'clock in the morning.

I have all my presents all wrapped, yay. Sadly we have visitors tomorrow, so my mam is running around cleaning and saying, 'Where is present X? I can't find it anywhere! Perhaps I've already wrapped it?'

Muffin has deflated his head (actually it turned out that it wasn't really swollen up, it was all the gunk from his ear making the fur stick out) and is back to his normal self, not to mention his normal greedy eating habits.

Two days till we get more Doctor Who! The Runaway Bride doesn't have very fancy hair to be at her wedding, does she? Also, how come her dress has shoulders in it instead of the strapless shelf-boob ones that are in all the shops?

I haven't watched Torchwood for two weeks, although I hear last week's wasn't bad, and we have it on video. I think this makes me not a fan.

Also, LJ still hasn't fixed the bug where the mood icon preview overlaps the labels for the comment settings field. Sigh.

Merry Christmas, flist!

Muffin has been a bit droopy the last couple of days (my brother said 'his tail is broken!' because he wasn't holding it up), and today his face is swollen, and he was scratching his ear like mad. Now the infection or whatever has burst and there is pus coming out of his ear. Trouble is, he won't stop scratching, so how is it ever going to heal up?

I took my mam out stargazing last night; I don't remember her ever using the binoculars before. I showed her the rewarding ones; the Pleiades, Orion, Mizar the double star in Ursa Major—I used to be able to separate the two with the naked eye when I was a teenager, but my eyes have gone since then. We saw seven shooting stars between us; I can't remember if there's a major swarm at the minute, and they weren't diverging from any obvious point to give me a clue.

doyle_sb4 and I have worked out why series 2 of DW was so giggly and fluffy at times; all the angst was being used up by Torchwood. Also, the TARDIS got a bit mixed up and gave Jack's flirtiness to Ten instead. Having said that, Jack did seem more like his DW self in the last episode.

So, the moral of this episode was: indefinite life is a bit crap, but being dead is worse. Oh, and Gwen is an idiot, but we knew that.

Apparently there is a limited edition fiver with George Best on it. I suspect that the mad queues outside the bank are not all planning to flog them for 10 times their face value to some idiot on Ebay.

Ah, Belfast. Most famous exports: a dead alcoholic footballer and a ship that sank.