See You Next Wednesday
Bigpond performs poorly.I logged into my Bigpond e-mail account. While it was loading I checked my Gmail, Facebook, Twitter and wrote this Blogger entry. Twenty-five minutes later Bigpond still hasn't loaded.
The story continues with Bigpond reporting spurious errors (error: this warning has been displayed incorrectly), screens lacking scroll bars and sign out buttons, and so forth. I hope there wasn't anything important being kept from me.
Backson.Nearly done here. Tomorrow the cleaning lady comes, so I have to pack everything up and be out of the apartment until six. On Wednesday I fly back to Australia, so I have to pack everything up and be out of the apartment indefinitely.
Libby gave me a cat, called Charlie, for my birthday. He's staying here on her bookcase.
Vacation level five.I went to Scotland. Polly came too. There are many photographs displayed
here (which Blogger won't upload).
We started in Edinburgh and rode around on bus tours for a while. Then we walked down the Royal Mile and up Radicals Road. We took a five day tour to Oban and Portree. From Oban we visited the islands of Mull, Iona and Staffa. There were puffins at Staffa. At Portree on the Isle of Skye Polly took a day off while the tour went to Neist. Back in Edinburgh there was a mix up with the hotels, which was pleasantly resolved, and we rented a car. We drove to Ullapool where we stayed for two weeks. The first week there was a folk music festival. We also drove down to Inverewe and up to Inverpolly. Libby visited for a weekend in the middle and we climbed Ullapool Hill (300m - nearly a mountain). The second week there was a writing festival. We also drove up to Durness, where there were more puffins. We got the car back to Edinburgh on empty, climbed Scott Monument and the morning before Polly returned home we visited the zoo - which was nice.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman