Three Blind Mice

Caught a great touchy feely story this evening on Today Tonight. A bunch of blind kiddies were given a chance to drive around on a racetrack.

The best bit was when one of the driving instructors said how nice it was to "see their eyes light up". Umm, good choice of words.

Thought Of The Day

Is it wrong to throw confetti at funerals?

The Biggest...

There is a place in South Australia that claims to have the worlds largest rocking horse. Only problem is the thing doesn't rock. So is it a rocking horse or not? I say it isn't and these clowns should be fined for false advertising.

Every few years, I assume it coincides with the printing of the latest guiness book of retards, the commercial stations run a 'news' story about the person with the worlds longest hair. It's always such a heart warming story, how the idiot in question washes it once a year in a washing maching and how the local villagers all come to pray to it to heal their goats. These people never actually have long hair. They have manky dreadlocks that might measure twenty meters long but that is like claiming you've got the worlds largest sheep because you have a ball of wool that is fifty meters long. Wash and brush these morons hair and I'll bet you won't find a strand longer than two metres. But I suppose 'hair of average length' won't sell copies of the guiness book of tards.

Wasting Time

It seems like the more work there is to do the harder I work on pointless tasks. Back when I was drinking my way through university I hated cleaning my house, but given an exam to study for, or an assignment to finish, I'd be scrubbing the shower and mopping the kitchen floor quite happily. What is it about deadlines that suddenly makes the pointless seem so attractive?

For the last few days I've been working on some code in my spare time to solve a puzzle my uncle lent me. I borrowed it from him almost a year ago. Nobody he'd shown it to had been able to solve it, nor had he had any success. I told him I'd have a crack at it. Of course as soon as I attempted to solve the puzzle I was distracted by some pointless crap. Now that I'm loaded up with other projects I find myself wasting time solving puzzles.

If I could work out some sort of rotating schedule perhaps I could distract myself into actually getting some real work done.

Here's a picture of the Last Piece Puzzle solution just to prove that I really did do something in the last ten years besides drink. If you'd like to licence the code used to solve this puzzle to help you stack boxes more effectively in your warehouse please send cheques or beer.