The nanny state and mothering Sunday

[cybermule]

I cycled into work this morning. About 8 miles, and about 40 minutes of cycling. Which isn't too shoddy, considering I haven't cycled for a while. And in the realms of TMI, it is clearing out my lungs. post-quit.

Luckily, I remembered to bring my toiletries to shower when I arrived at work. Otherwise, I would have had to be the recipient of toiletry-related alms.

We got a notice at work that we might like to bring in any unwanted gifts of shower gel or shampoo so that staff who'd forgotten their own washing products would have something to use.

So I guess as well as having a subsidised gym, some of our well-off middle-class staff would also like free soap. Maybe staff should bring in some spare soap, and leave it at work for showering. Or, stroll across the subsidised shop on campus and buy some fricking soap.

Hrmph.

And talking of things that make me go hrmph, Mothers' Day is looming. My mother, as usual, spent the past year being a drunken pain in the backside, but I'll still get her something. Mainly because if I don't, she'll phone up her family and complain, and they'll all go on about how ungrateful I am.

*sigh*

What I can do, in absence of an actual useful mother, is pretend I've got an actual useful mother, and buy her a big soppy card. It's the only way I can deal with these things at all rationally.

I never really use filters any more. Sorry to those people who just started getting blasted with my brain's inner workings. I just noticed that I can't be bothered. There's nothing there that I ashamed of enough to hide.

Anyhoo. In other news, I cleared the massive stack of paperwork in my kitchen. I just took my tax folder downstairs to the paper, and loaded all the bills into the folder. Much easier.

Comments

[malcygoff.livejournal.com]

pretend I've got an actual useful mother

I was hoping that Sony's Aibo range would continue to other family members past the pet. Unfortunately, it's not going to happen.

I'm still sad.

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

YEah - that would be good. I always fancied a sister.

[unsane1.livejournal.com]

I never heard why they suddenly discontinued most of their robotics stuff... Any idea?

[malcygoff.livejournal.com]

I understood that the Aibo project never made any actual money, and that Sony wanted to concentrate on their core markets of home entertainment and the like... Leaving the more interesting "concept" market high and dry.

[unsane1.livejournal.com]

Probably because they cut it while it still cost a fortune. I was expecting mass-production, wild popularity, and leading the way to a robot-infested world. *pout* Sony will regret this one day.

[malcygoff.livejournal.com]

the more I read about the Robosapien - the more I like it... at first I dismissed it as an expensive toy, but a couple of interviews with the designer have me thinking that he's actually pretty nifty.
It's designed to be easy to upgrade and hack about with :)

[unsane1.livejournal.com]

Yeah I'd heard nothing but good things about it, with kids, the elderly, hackers, etc. Came as quite a surprise to me they canned it. It just seemed like any other tech, as time went on it would get cheaper and more and more people would be able to afford it, until before we knew it it is ubiquitous.

[delabane.livejournal.com]

Where do you live and work now?

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

I live in Yate and I work in Frenchay. It should take about 30 minutes to cycle, really.

[delabane.livejournal.com]

Is that really 8 miles? Damn

[0ct0pus.livejournal.com]

I cycled into work this morning. About 8 miles, and about 40 minutes of cycling. Which isn't too shoddy, considering I haven't cycled for a while.

Wow- go you!

[amiga500.livejournal.com]

I'm quiet, in large part because I'm not around much, but I'd rather hear what you have to say than make you feel you have to filter it.

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

Actually - you probably pretty much got it all already. But I don't mind you being quiet, and I value you being here :)

[unsane1.livejournal.com]

I just took my tax folder downstairs to the paper


For some reason I expected that sentence to end with "shredder". :P