The Lair

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation

quoth Thoreau. Actually, that’s patently false. In the days of cheap or free blogging, every single person can squawk out their fears, deepest and darkest secrets and everything else that might make them suddenly go postal onto the internets. And hey, they’d probably become an overnight sensation and then be exposed as a fake. But I digress. There is no need for quiet desperation anymore; which is why I’ve descended on the blog with a litany of my woes for the next few days.

I have a massive report to write and hand in within the next umm.. 48 hours. Which is ok. Plenty of time to get it done under ordinary circumstances. The only problem is that the report is to detail my progress on a particular task over the last three months and considering that my progress has been precisely nil - well, I’ll need to write the report first, make sure it hits the pagecount (because the beancounters actually do count the number of pages on the report) and then set about implementing what’s actually detailed as progress.

And it does not help that I haven’t been tracking MythTV as often as I should and they’ve gone and released 0.20. Aargh. I was just about hoping that I could let all the C I had forgotten slink away into the dark dank corners of memory. No such luck now.

Say hello to caffeine abuse. I foresee a couple of sleepless nights ahead.

Hasty post script: Don’t you dare go to that great big used car lot in the sky, Hamster!