New Premises

I'm now posting (infrequently) on a self-hosted WordPress.org blog. The archives from this blog have been carried over there.

I also write in other places, now and again.

See you there.

TRiG.

Bringing the blogs together

For complicated reasons, I had two different Google accounts with different blogs. I still have two accounts, but I'm bringing the blogs together. TRiG and The boy with the green tambourine are the same person. Timothy.

Wingsuit flying. Wow!

Have you heard of wingsuits? I hadn't.
Click once on videos to play here, and double click to open in a new window (this gives you the option of viewing them full-screen).
Most of these videos are of base jumping, and one is of aeroplane jumps.






I discovered wingsuits from Shankyrich's journal on h2g2. You'll find there a link to yet another wingsuit video.
It's fantastic stuff.

Nutty

So, we've all heard those silly tales of nut packets with the warning sign Warning: Contains nuts. Well, I blooming well hope so. That's what I'm paying for, isn't it? But you can understand. It's EU regulations, and the law cannot allow exceptions. Imagine, if you will: All foods which contain nuts or nut traces must display a warning sign on the packaging. (Unless it is obvious that the food contains nuts.) How do you define obvious?

But it does get a bit silly when a packet of mixed nuts says Warning: May contain nuts. May? I suppose they're just sticking the same sign on everything, regardless of how likely it is to contain nuts. May is a beautifully catch-all word, covering the full range of probability.

Now, though, we move on to the next level of absurdity. The packet photographed above warns us that it may contain nut traces.

Yes, I suppose that is a possibility.

Internet People

I got well under half the references. Perhaps not even a quarter. I think that's a good sign.

The 60s/70s Party at Luke and Colm's

I hadn't planned to go to the party. Not worth the effort of dressing up, I thought. It was Simon and Michelle who changed my mind. "You'd have such fun taking photos of everyone," they said. They were right. They also said that Ruth would be wearing a blonde afro. That, I thought, would be worth seeing. Since I made up my mind to go only moments before leaving the house, I was not elaborately dressed. Odd for me to be the least weirdly dressed person at a gathering. I told Colm he looked like Jack Sparrow. Is that a compliment? And there were more: Best dressed lady: And, after many attempts, I managed to get a photo of this lady.

A small crowd dancing

At one point, most of 'em went for a walk around the estate. I didn't.
There really was a lot of wig-swapping going on.
They even got me with one. And there are no prizes for guessing who came as Elvis. His dancing, though, was unusually restrained.

Dancing Elvis

And I wasn't the only one taking photos.

A Photo Shoot

Hey! Someone else wore shorts. That means I could've done. Bah! But at least I stayed in bare feet. Most of the time, at least. We shall title this picture, Sarah takes evasive action. Well, we all had fun. I left early, and walked home, still in bare feet.

Messing with the new digital camera: I go for a walk

Okay, I was being a bit silly. But the camera is brand new. So there!