8 April 2016
How is it possible to spend an entire working day at the computer, and achieve nothing more than a heightened sense of impending doom? What kind of evil is afoot if your to-do list spawns new entries faster than you can change the dates on the old ones? As well as the Box de Procrastination and the Box de Panic which Google® are hosting for me, I now have Microsoft® in charge of a to-do list, a to-worry-about list, a to-weep-about list and a too-late-for list. There is a part of me that hopes Microsoft will take care of these lists in the same way it takes care of my personal settings every time it installs updates, but Sod’s Law says that the lists will survive long after everything else has been corrupted: they will continue to stare dolefully out at me until the day I upgrade to The Great Desktop in the Sky. The one good thing about today is that I have got to grips with my new Oyster® card. I have discovered that, so long as I can remember my Secret Code and stuff, I can access records of all my recent journeys around London. This is magic. And whilst I am not sure about Transport for London® knowing exactly where I’ve been and when, I can see that I might find it useful, some mornings, to remind myself where I went the evening before, even if I can’t remember why. Of course, for the journey which the EyePeePee and I undertook yesterday, which went from somewhere simple to somewhere else simple via a complicated sequence of apparently random sub-journeys, there is no reason why. Other than incompetence.
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