Most of today has been spent in the office wrestling with the electric spaghetti that comes out the back of our pooters, disappears into a handy home-made cable duct along the back of the desk, and reappears at various points to connect with all the toys and gadgets essential equipment scattered around the place. Today, for the first time for a year or so, I took the top off the duct and wrestled all the cables that hadn't yet made it in - in, and removed all the cables that had somehow become redundant and added them to the Museum of Antiquated and Useless Cables Which Are Being Kept - Just in Case! (just in case of what, I don't know. Just in case every computer in the world get chip rot and the only computers immune are Amstrad PCWs? - or something. Don't look at me like that! You never know; stranger things have happened (in comics) - don't tell Merriol but there are at least two PCWs hidden somewhere in the house. They're insurance!)
Once the cables were sorted I spent the rest of the day doing paperwork. Doing paperwork in this house consist of letting the stuff pile up until it is just high enough to fall over, then spending an entire day carefully going through it, filing the bits that need filing, throwing away the bits that need throwing away (it is truly amazing how many problems DO go away if you ignore them hard enough), puzzling over the bits that have unintelligible, but at the time incredibly important, phone messages scribbled on them, and generally getting fed up with the vast amounts of the stuff. Whatever happened to the promised 'Paperless Society'? Once it is all binned, filed, or sorted whatever is left is carefully placed back on the desk as seed core for the next load - and ignored for the next nine months, or until it becomes too difficult to approach without having the lot collapse on you, whichever comes sooner.
I'm off to bed now, I was going to Photoshop a picture of a shop window dummy with the words "Luke, I am your father!" coming from its mouth then caption it
but luckily common sense prevailed.
Once the cables were sorted I spent the rest of the day doing paperwork. Doing paperwork in this house consist of letting the stuff pile up until it is just high enough to fall over, then spending an entire day carefully going through it, filing the bits that need filing, throwing away the bits that need throwing away (it is truly amazing how many problems DO go away if you ignore them hard enough), puzzling over the bits that have unintelligible, but at the time incredibly important, phone messages scribbled on them, and generally getting fed up with the vast amounts of the stuff. Whatever happened to the promised 'Paperless Society'? Once it is all binned, filed, or sorted whatever is left is carefully placed back on the desk as seed core for the next load - and ignored for the next nine months, or until it becomes too difficult to approach without having the lot collapse on you, whichever comes sooner.
I'm off to bed now, I was going to Photoshop a picture of a shop window dummy with the words "Luke, I am your father!" coming from its mouth then caption it
'Mannequin Skywalker'
but luckily common sense prevailed.
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