I am not posting much on this blog. All three of you will have noticed this. I am guessing it's down to one of these things:
1. Blogging is not cool anymore. I read this somewhere, though I can't remember where exactly. Anyway, it is not cool anymore and everyone is doing short things with Twitter. I kind of knew this and was obviously way ahead of the curve when I single handedly built and launch Google Buzz a few days ago.
2. I am a parent. I have no time to assess the quality of my own navel these days. And not only do they eat your time like Cheerios, but kids will screw you up too. I have to go for a scan on my knee next week, after I ruined it whilst lifting a one year old out of the bath. And my back is playing up. I'm falling apart.
3. I am a manager. And if I'm being honest, this is the real reason. My one professional vow was that I would never be a manager. But now I am. I run a team. They are young, hungry and eager to learn. I like helping them; I think I could be quite good at managing. Sometimes they're nice to me.
There are songs that get stuck in your head for no reason. For some reason, some synapsial logjam occurs and the same song will keep coming back again and again. Maybe not the whole song; perhaps just a bit of the melody. And it's not usually even a song you really like.
The one that comes back to me the most is I Don't Know by Teenage Fanclub. I like the song, but it's not one of their best. It just somehow got stuck. And so if I'm walking down the street, boiling some rice or even waiting for my tickets to come out of the automatic ticket machine, that's the song I'll most likely be whistling through the gap between my front teeth.
I recently spoke to Paul and Dan via twitter about these Vibram running shoes. I have been using them for about six months and I think they're good, so that's what I told them - they're good. In return they told me about a book called Born To Run, all about running and why it is great. So I thought I would treat myself to the book.
Unfortunately I got a bit trigger happy with the Amazon iPhone app and ended up buying this book called Born To Run instead.
Although it is undoubtedly a book about the many lives of one incredible dog, I just can't bring myself to read it. I think it must be his eyes. They haunt me, and follow me in my dreams.
If you would like to read to read this book, I am willing to send it to the person to who gives me the best reason for wanting/needing to read it - please add your rationale as a comment at the foot of this post. Good luck.
Personalised Christmas decorations (aka DataDecs) from the people at RIG (Russell, Ben and Tom) – sized, shaped and cut according to data collected from some of my internet bits (twitter, flickr, lastfm and dopplr). Here's some info about how they were made, by a man called Andy.
Actually, let's slightly cheat at darts, using something I saw in a magazine. Some clever man has figured out a way to work out where to chuck your arrows for maximum dartage, and to avoid unnecessary doses of bed and breakfast.