Arthur is Invisible

Monday

How I hate the fact that Nonsense on a Monday doesn't let me near my Google Spreadsheets defining them as "Personal Network Storage and Backup". I'd contact the Grand Imperial Wizard of Websense to say enough is enough but I know tomorrow when Nonsense has had a day of being stern and evil, all will be well with it. I also know that the response will be do the thing I want to do using excel, and I know that kinda makessense but I want it to be as open and transparent as possible and not sat on my machine (it's a bid by the way!).

I admit it I'm temporally challenged, we had an information cadet in today, very pleasant young man. Came as a suprise to me, not because I didn't know he was coming but because I have it logged for this day next month. Throw into that a meeting I attended the other day was in the diary for next month too and it's clear I need to talk to Dr. Who.

Where are the missing HSJs? Not where they should be and this leads me to an FoI request, easily dealt with though. Bit of a boob job that leads me to chat to commissioners locally to solve a regional mystery. Amazing what people want to know these days.

Home, catch up with 'Life on Mars' listen to 'Rite', 'Kilimanjaro' and generally relax with a phone call to the folks.

Sunday

Carling Cup Final day and apart from a bit of shopping involving a chase for a pesky book on Mexico that sees an unforseen trip to town because it wasn't on the shelf at Borders I devote most of the day to the Cup Final. If they'd have had 'It's a Carling Cup Final Sandwich Spread' I'd have been listening to it on the radio. No TV for me, we don't pay for the sport channels! Why the interest? I like Wenger's team selection, I admire the way they played and the handbags at the end was a pity but has been blown out of all proportion. The thing that confused me was the celery. What was that all about?

Monst to work and catch up on the weekend news.

Saturday

Wish the old fella a happy birthday. Rest of it involved being told my lentern task of being off the beer equals being off the booze. Not keen on that, it makes me want to drink, better to leave things where I don't drink simply because I don't fancy it and use the cider alternative as required. Evil Monst!

Friday

A bit of a blur, can't remember much of the morning but headed into 'Injun' Territory' to deliver some training up near Chorley. A bit of above and beyod but an interesting experience and the value of PICO shown loud and proud. Downside was getting back home, feeding the family and getting out of the door to drop Monst at work.

Sleep My Friend

Brum, TDAG, knackered on return, lose my wallet, cancel my card. More about it tomorrow in the great non-electronic blog experiment type thingy! I've a semi-final to listen to so be warned events may bring me back.

PS anyone near Reggie tomorrow should check if my pants are on fire, when Callum claimed the curry I'm currently cooking was Mexican food because he likes Mexican food I assured him it was a spicy Mexican stew.... I'm gonna burn in a pit I don't believe in.... [off blog] the sound of maniacal laughter.

Nine Million Bicycles? Don't Ask Me... It's the Olds

Begin to play with Zookoda, looks a handy marketing tool to me. Useful right now as we begin the process of ramping up marketing for the BMJ journals etc.

Meanwhile the kids tonk Liverpool. More smiles from me at work tomorrow, really miss Christina at times like this.

Also make another attempt to get my shit together about being a bit more organised. Slim Timer is an option worth a punt, feel like I'm losing track a bit right now, not helped by N3 probs today.

Talk the old fella through I-Tunes at some point tonight too......

Quick blimp

Quick blimp about events last night. Bizarre red card. Reminds me that it is not only the referee that needs his eyes testing, a ball bounces vaguely near the chest and everyone is baying for a handball decision. Cal enjoyed it, was a bit worried by the noise but generally cool.

A young side last night playing, the movement and passing was crisp but they did lack a cutting edge. Key thing for me was they faced a virtually full strength Everton and coped well with it. Traore was impressive at the back and I hadn't realised he was so young. The future's bright and last night was in yellow!

Boys Are Out Tonight

Leave work at chinese dentist, home in time to prepare dinner for the boy who turns up with a bag of skittles to play. We throw a couple of balls before Cal decides it is better to hit me with the skittles. This I generally do not appreciate but after a while it isn't so bad!

Mrs Raven is running a little late, but that's cool. She's Cal's tutor and they do there thing while I grab a shower and change into stuff aimed to keep me warm tonight. Cal I've already taken out of school uniform and put into warm clothing. Next stop for us is Goodison.

Grab me a copy of the very wonderful MarcEdit and do some work as I wait on the folks downstairs finishing off so we can head out. Which even works for an ignorant git like me.