- Wouldn't it be good if someone invented a hand-held version of a colour picker that you could use on objects in the 3D world? I'm not going to invent one so why do I even need to think about that*?!
- I then mused about my hair for a while. Should I get a new style, maybe a different colour? Of course that would mean finding a salon in the greater Doncaster area I haven't yet visited - I think I've covered most - who look as though they can be trusted not to scalp me/not cut any off**/insist I'd look so much better if I dyed it mauve because it's so this year's colour.
- Why does LastFM keep playing songs I don't like? I don't remember telling it to. (Hang on, it's now playing Edwin Starr, he's ok. I saw him play live once.)
- Just how old is Christa Ackroyd? She's looked like that for the past 15 years.
- Where is Madagascar? I feel sure I should know. (Off the coast of Africa, in case you wondered too)
- Why do so many Twitter users call themselves marketers, when they are clearly the virtual equivalent of mediocre door-to-door salesmen?
- Where did my muse go to? Did I offend her? Probably, it wouldn't be very difficult, and she won't approve of my recent episodes of dreaminess. If I leave out a plate of biscuits, will she come back? (I'm guessing that only works for Father Christmas?) What if dreaminess is like her version of kryptonite? She might never come back!
* But if anyone does, do let me know.
** That has happened twice. It seems some hairdressers find long hair scary.
Currently listening to: Dear Prudence by Siouxsie and the Banshees
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