Out look for tomorrow

Looking now to see if I will be riding my bike to work tomorrow. Hmm,
Now I'm confused. It looks as though there will be weather tomorrow. I don't have any idea but it looks like a little bit of each. The BBC has the strangest set of graphics. I can vaguely figure out Celcius, but the symbols are maddening.

400 years later

In what seemed like a strange rewrite of history, the Tower Hamlets Council burned down Parliament last night. Well, they also burned Guy Fawkes at the same time. It was actually pretty cool and I can say that burning down a big structure is way more exciting to watch than fireworks. The whole energy and unpredictability seems to be different, feeling your face burning from the heat and the moments where the tower finally falls after burning for a while.





But yeah, it was strange because the structure they had was how it looks now, which seems to be largely Victorian and not like how it would have looked in 1605. And then that they burned both it (which didn't happen in 1605) and burned Guy (which also didn't actually happen then either). But in light of all the terrorism, it seemed strange that they would change the story like this. I was thinking, you know, it would never happen in the US. I was trying to think what it would be like and the closest I could come up with is if there were commemorations of the British burning down Washington DC in the war of 1812.

But still, fire, that was cool.

Putting you all on notice

You know, I'm liking living in a big city. There are tons of things to do, lots to see, lots of interesting people. But there is one pet peeve that happens constantly here which makes me mental. It just happened this morning and I was ready to deck somebody.

When I'm walking around on the street, don't hand me crap. Get your stupid fliers for 10 pounds off a health club membership or I don't know what else they are usually, I've never let anybody give me anything. Coming out of the underground station today, it was like a whole gauntlet of crap to get around. Turning up the walkman, defocusing the eyes, not making eye contact, it all helps but one of these days I'm going to swing at one of those outstretched arm trying to jam some stupid piece of paper in my hands. I'm just saying. You have been warned.

OK! magazine for the celebrity impaired

There was an OK! (can't forget that exclamation mark, can I?) in the breakroom that I just flipped through. I've decided that they need some new editorial policies for those celebrity challenged people like myself. This could be a totally new market for them.

It would be an enormous help if they could tell me why that particular person was in the magazine. I'm sure it is very nice that Samia Ghadie got married and they have pictures and it was just a lovely occasion. But who in the hell is she?

People, tell me like in the first paragraph why I should care about her wedding. What has she done to justify having pictures of her wedding published. I mean, did she marry some cricket player, did she appear in a soap opera, or what. I realize this might not be as simple as that though because some of them appear to have done absolutely nothing except having been featured in OK! sometime before that and that fame called for another feature in the future.