Date calculation is a good thing

Calculate the duration between two dates

http://www.timeanddate.com/date/duration.html

I am Rob's Reader of the Week

This week I have the honour of being featured on Rob Burdock's bbb (book-based-blog).

So, I suppose that makes it RB'sbbb, or is that silly? Let us just say website.

Anywho, we met through a love of all things Alphasmart and that progressed to include bookish stuff too.

Have a read of Mr. Burdocks websites.  Well worth a vist in my opinion.

http://robaroundbooks.com/about/

http://www.robaroundtheclock.com/

http://www.paperlessundergrad.co.uk/

http://studenttabletpc.com/

Purge

Flickr photo by jgodsey of sicpress.com

Well,

I have this blog which I don't seem to use much.
It appears to have lost it's way (should that apostrophe be there?).

I'm in the throes of a deletion of all things not writing related today/tomorrow.
I will use Tumblr for that kind of stuff in future I think.

This blog started out as a journal for my NAWE adventures.
I was lucky enough to secure a place on their Taking The Plunge mentoring scheme.
I enjoyed it a great deal and recorded that which I needed to here on the journal.

From now on it should all be writing related.

Mark

T-Shirt for Mr. Bukowski!

A bag and a half

My Bag Contents
Originally uploaded by crookster1

now then
this guy
is organised

Vacana 67

Whatever one thinks about and ponders over often,
one's mind gets a leaning in that way.

I don't recall where I saw this, but, it struck a chord.
In relation to writing, I think it applies to the area of characterisation.
If you live your characters whilst writing them, surely you get to leaning that way?

Smallest room

Neo.BATH
Originally uploaded by Boczkowski

Sometimes it is the only place you can write.

Quite Funny

As someone who is writing a book
I found this smileworthy

If you add this RSS feed thing to your Netvibes page
You too can get a load of new cartoons daily

and then blog about the slightly relevant ones

26/12/07 Boxing Day v2

There is currently an advert on the TV and on some websites to (crappy little flash animation thing) that features a house at Christmas. It is snowing and the house has Xmas lights outside and on the garden fence. The lights on the fence are lotto numbers. They are 3, 7, 15, 18, 41 and 43. I did intend to check whether these numbers have already won a large prize previously. Anyway, I didn't get time to check before I was in front of a Lotto terminal, so I placed them on tonight's draw anyway.
Best of British, huh.

I should make some phone calls.
Christmas.
Family.
Friends.
Etc.

So, today Ikea is open.
I know.
I checked.
95p breakfasts here we come.
Got an extra sausage.
I don't call that going large.
They do.

Just as we were setting off from home, I was in the driving seat and Wifey was just getting in the car and she said something that struck a chord with me as being interesting. Interesting enough to make me think that if I twisted it a bit it'd fit well in the novel. I thought to myself 'That's good. I won't forget that. I don't need to stop the car and write that down or make an audio note on my mobile, I'll remember, of course I will, I'll remember, I'll jot it down as I stop the car in Ikea's car park.

I forgot it.

I must remember (irony?) to write things down immediately the idea strikes me.
Otherwise, more often than not.
It is gone.
I've mentioned this before.
It is very annoying and makes me angry because it is avoidable and it is a constant reminder of what my illness/condition/whatever has done to me.

24/12/07 v2

Yay!
I have an ear infection. I love getting up early on a day I don't (shouldn't) have to in order that I can call the doctors at one second past eight in the morning. One has to do this with my local GP's surgery as the area is full of old people. And they have this nasty habit of falling ill and clogging up the appointments system with their collective frailty. So, I went, and was seen, on time, at ten past nine. Which was nice. More chemicals to thrust down my ear canal. Have been advised to wear wax earplugs when showering.
Sexy.
After the joy of the surgery, I went to the chemist over the road with the intention f getting the hell out of Dodge ASAP, as, the intention this morning, which is the first of Wifey's holiday, was to go to Ikea for a cheapo breakfast and a walk around the SALE items. So, I go to the chemist and hand over my prescription, pay, sit down, walk around, look at crap I neither want nor need and generally try to kill the time between arrival and prescription fulfilment. After about ten minutes my name was called. "Your doctor hasn't signed your prescription....". Five minutes later I am stood back in front of the same counter, speaking to the same woman and handing over the same prescription. Fifteen minutes later I'm walking out of their wishing I just didn't have ears.
We drove to Ikea, the gates of the car park were still closed. It was just before 10am so I wheeled around the block for a few minutes and circled back to Sweden. The gates were still closed. Locked even, but, people were on the car park. They were driving Into the car park through the OUT lane. So I followed them and after parking up was told by a kindly OAP (female) that "they aren't upon until Boxing Day". So after much swearing and driving around looking for somewhere that wasn't rammed that served breakfast, we made for home and had brunch. It had gone 11am when we ate breakfast.
The photo from the art gallery shoot last week is in the local paper today. I looked at their website and downloaded a pdf of the page. The photo is in colour and it makes me look fat, a bit like a pantomime dame. I whinged and found solace that the photo in the newspaper would be in Black & White. No such luck. I bought three copies. One for my Mum, one for the supporting paperwork for the project and one for, well, one for 'just in case'.