What glorious colouring of this European Garden spider, also known as Araneus diadematus or cross orbweaver, diadem spider, orangie, cross spider, crowned orb weaver, and even sometimes the pumpkin spider.
It's feels like a billion is just a bit bigger than a million. Obviously it's bigger but it fits on the same scale as a million, surely. It doesn't. A billion is so so so much bigger than a million. I've trawled the internet finding graphics and videos that show the VAST difference between one million and one billion. Oh, and just to finish with a different misconception about space starting with the classic opening line from the great Douglas Adams and The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy : “Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space.”
The office has all been moved around - new desks (with starter handles to raise and lower them), new high(er) speed network and ... the same old work. At least I have a differing view of the world, my team (well, the team I'm a part of not "my" team) is a lot closer - finally - and it's like an office from the 80's ... or even a classroom. But I still have time to move the crap off the PC : ------ Any man who hates dogs and loves whiskey can't be all bad. Anyone who hates Dogs and Kids Can't be All Bad. Hey! Who took the cork off my lunch??! Who stole the cork from my breakfast? Now don't say you can't swear off drinking, it's easy. I've done it a thousand times. Horse sense is the thing a horse has which keeps it from betting on people. If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again. Then quit, no use being a damn fool about things. Madam, there's no such thing as a tough child - if you parboil them first for seven hours, they alwa
Rocks , they need balancing. Pong wars : you'll never win, you'll want to, you'll try, you'll want it so bad, but it'll never happen. Terms and Conditions : Can you get through all 29 pop-up windows without accepting terms and conditions, cookies, or notifications?
It's true that, " If you don't like poetry it just means you haven't found the right poem yet. " (#26 of 100 Things I Know ). I heard that phrase from Gyles Brandreth, a lover of all poems since for ever, although he may be merely passing it on. Even though I do love some Dylan Thomas, a little bit of Kublai Khan, and a Shakespeare sonnet I don't really know any poems. Some are absolute bollocks. Most are fine but meh. A handful are inner world changing. My top 3 poems as I write this are: Do not go gentle into that good night , Dylan Thomas Ozymandias , Percy Bysshe Shelley I thought I saw Jesus on a tram. I said "Are you Jesus?'' He replied "Yes I am'' by Spike Milligan I hope to change that by learning two lines a day of something from The 32 Most Iconic Poems in the English Language . I'm gonna start with ... Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson.
A good, even an average, Sunday roast in a British pub cannot be beaten. The Castle Inn on Monnow Street in Monmouth does a superb one, as does The Somerset Arms in Mitchel Troy. Roast beef (or chicken), roast potatoes, boiled new potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, veggies, and good gravy, all washed down by a pint or two with great company - oh wow, what's not to love. More UK Food Thoughts ...
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