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In which we ponder Christmas presents
It’s not quite the Christmas season for a while yet, but it’s getting near the time when I’m starting to think about what presents to buy. And, particularly, what to buy for the parents. I never know. I always try to think of something unusual, different and interesting, and I usually end up buying the same old books and DVDs for them.
We're glad it's Friday
Hurrah, it’s Friday again. I have a busy busy weekend ahead, though, so I’ll probably be more tired on Monday than I am now.
In which we find out what people are looking for
To celebrate the 150th post,* here are a few search-engine queries that have brought people to this site in the past few months:
In which someone leaves
As I mentioned the other day, Colleague M isn’t Colleague M any more. She’s now Ex-Colleague M.
In which we try to double-check a psychic’s work
If you’re not just a regular reader, but the sort of regular reader who reads all the comments too, then you’ll have noticed that Colleague M dropped by the site the other day to let me know that her sister Lydia had been asking for its address. “I think she’ll be upset,” said M, though, “to find you haven’t written about her for some time.”
In which we consider being evil
The other day, Tim Boucher linked to Colleague M’s ghost story, in which M’s sister Lydia had a bit of trouble with a pair of argumentative ghosts apparently haunting her house. When I first heard about the ghosts, I was hoping I’d be able to post regular updates on the story; but there don’t seem to have been any updates recently. I asked M if anything had happened, and was told that everything has settled down quietly again. No more ghostly voices on the phone, no more things going missing, no more possibly-possessed cats. So, Lydia is able to sleep at night again.
Or, the story continues...
Colleague M has passed on the latest news on her sister Lydia’s ghosts. The start of the story is here.
In which we discover a real-life ghost story in progress
Colleague M’s sister Lydia is having trouble with ghosts.
In which Yuletide, amazingly, seems to be already coming
Something feels wrong – it’s only December 1st and I’m already feeling all seasonal. Not so seasonal that I’ve started wrapping presents or writing cards, but seasonal nevertheless. Colleague M has already started putting up Christmas decorations. Big Dave is telling everyone what he’s getting his dad, and The Manager In Charge Of The Christmas Party is spending most of her waking hours pondering over the party seating plan, shuffling names around a complex spreadsheet with everyone’s food choices listed. I’ve been exchanging emails with all the friends who are coming back here for the holiday, planning trips to the pub; and I’m not even bored of Christmas music yet. This is definitely unusual.
Or, someone has a plan to improve my love live
Colleague M has a cunning plan. A cunning plan to help me get a date.
In which I look like a typical boffin, again
Following on from the vague theme of: does it matter what I look like? A couple of weeks ago, at work, Colleague M told me: “you look like the sort of person who would have a website“. Today, I had the chance to talk to M again, so I asked why I do.
In which I finish something for once
This week’s Book I Haven’t Managed To Read was going to be about a Neal Stephenson novel, The System Of The World. However, that’s been postponed, just because I wanted to brag about finishing another Book I Haven’t Managed To Read.
In which I am easily (and correctly) stereotyped
A strange day at work yesterday, and one in which I was instantly, quickly, and very correctly stereotyped.
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