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In more Christmas shopping related news, I’ve found an absolute corker of a present. This t-shirt was designed with Molly in mind. They even do it in XXL, which I believe is his size of choice.

Its just a shame that I don’t buy him presents, otherwise this would be perfect.

Look, Google zeitgeist. Another part of this wibbly wobbly web that displays car crash like qualities. You know you shouldn’t look but you can’t help taking a peek.

I have a sneaky suspicion that this will make it on to my daily list of sites to visit. Which is more of a comment on me than anything else. [Courtesy of Accordion Guy].

Tell me its not true. Celebrity Big Brother is back.

Still, it will keep a bunch of talentless no-hopers off the streets for a while. Plus, if we all turn our backs (metaphorically speaking) it should go away and never bother us again.

I have been spending money again. I bought a Christmas present over at Amazon. Not such a big thing you would think, except that it was the first thing I had ever bought there.

At Amazon they operate a customer segmentation and classification system where the front page of the web site changes to suggest products that they think you would like to buy.

They currently think that I would like to buy "S Club Juniors, Together", "Carmen Sandiego Treasures of Knowledge" and the DVD of the Britney Spears flick "Crossroads" (not the sad tv soap opera, mum).

So its official, I am a ten year old girl.

Who was it who said that the internet was just a load of pr0n? Oh yes, that would be me then.

Just in time to save its sad and sullied soul comes Project Gutenberg a selfless effort to make available as many books as possible to as many people as possible. Those of you who have been using this here intarweb for a while will doubtless have heard of it. Visit, download an e-text and wonder at the marvelousness of it all.

But wait, there is more. Because now you can easily contribute to the project through Distributed Proofreaders. This allows you, humble reader, to contribute to the project by checking, a page at a time, books that have been scanned and converted into electronic format. It doesn’t take much effort – apart from a little familiarity with the English language – and you can proof as much or as little as you like. I’ve resolved to checking at least a page a day, see if you can beat me.

Link courtesy of [AMK].

Welcome back to an old favourite on this blog. I couldn’t resist;

"Of course he stood alone as wickets tumbled, not unlike Horatio on the bridge, though not quite as cheerful and much better paid."

Thanks to Peter Roebuck for those magical words.

The gadget duly arrived, as did another hole in the wall.

The Sky+ box has two satellite decoders so that you can watch one channel whilst recording another. What I didn’t realise is that to achieve this they simply run two cables from the satellite dish to your living room. Hence another hole in the wall to pass the cable through. This is unremarkable, until I mention that the drill bit the engineer used to create this whole was about a metre and a half long (well over four foot to you imperialists). Blimey, what a large one.

After a day on the sofa the wife thought it would be a good idea to get out and about. So yesterday we went into town, had a lovely lunch and then went for a stroll around the Natural History Museum. Very nice, its been quite a few years since I last visited and I feel suitably culturally enriched. If you go check out the new Darwin Centre where they are gradually opening up the museum’s collection of specimens to public display, oh and where they do quite groovy lectures twice a day as well.

Our new gadget turns up tomorrow. Armed with the remote control and suitable quantities of comestibles I don’t see me leaving the couch until Monday morning when I have to go to work.

Add a rugby match tomorrow afternoon I think I’m going to have a good weekend.

Oh, and this afternoon I have mostly been … listening to Del Amitri. As a wise man once said, marvellous.

It looks like somewhere up there was listening to me. Mother nature has been criticising bad Tim Allen movies. Serves them right for going to see such a shocking piece of cinema, I say.

Those of you reading this in the UK can move right along now. Everyone else, check out the Office, which is the funniest comedy since Fawly Towers.