Las Vegas

A colleague and his partner are there right now, starting their first full day. I was there 24 years ago, didn't enjoy the daytimes much; it's a city that's best viewed in the dark, both literally and of the mindset.

My recollection is of air-conditioned, windowless rooms, filled with people dully feeding slot machines and shouting nonsense at the gaming tables. The nightlife is a different matter though. Loud, brash, spectacular.

From a quick look at Google Earth the area around my memories seems to have been extensively redeveloped. I'm no longer sure I'd like to revisit; memories, you know?

I'm pleased to see the volcano opposite Harrah's remains, just up The Strip from the down-a-gap-between-2-buildings Travelodge we stopped in; no longer a Travelodge, I'm not even sure if the building exists.

Thanks for provoking the memories nameless-for-blogging-purposes man. Take it easy though, your 4 hours' sleep may not be quite enough to tackle Death Valley. Mind you, if you're man-enough to wake up her indoors to send her my best wishes for a great holiday at that hour you'll probably do just fine.

Water!

Autism

As a parent of a lovely girl diagnosed as being on the autistic spectrum, and being pretty sure I'm somewhere on it myself I've yet another moan coming up.

If you read my blog regularly enough you'll understand a little about me. It's not all bad, right?

National (insert something here) day, week or month usually means the USA have picked a day and ascribed special meaning to it.

Fantastic. Really. We need more awareness of (insert something here)!

Sarcasm has no place here, and you'll be glad to know I'm being deadly sincere. Or at least 'ordinary' sincere.

Sincere.

National Autism Awareness Week just ended here in the UK. Its UK organisers, the National Autistic Society organised, or suggested lots of fun things for individuals, groups of people and especially schools to do during the week.

Schools.

Ah.

My 2 girls, including the one whose classmates would benefit from a better understanding of her condition (supportive as they already are) have been on Easter holiday for the past 2 weeks. I know for a fact that a local authority on the other side of Manchester is starting it's second week off tomorrow.

Oops!

If we can organise Mothers Day and Fathers Day to a differing schedule to that in the USA, surely we can do the same to help raise awareness in our young.

Onesie Wednesday would have been nice to participate in, if we'd known about it.

I've got past the feelings of guilt by the way, for letting down my girls, the oldest in particular; I can't be expected to know everything, right?

Undies: a sequel

The girls and mummy are having a slumber party this evening; pyjamas, sleeping bags, popcorn and, of course an age-appropriate scary movie.

I was invited; an honourary girl for the evening. One snag though, I don't possess pyjamas. No-one ever bought me a onesie, despite multiple threats to…

For laughs and giggles, mummy suggested I should come downstairs dressed only in my gaudy boxer shorts – hey I've more than the one pair dontchaknow!

So I did.

Not a one of them, not even Ruby dog (also an invitee) expected how I'd present myself…

A giggle from daughter 1 (nearly 9), a look of shock from daughter 2 (6-1/3) and no tut my wife… a success, I think.

In other news; I really didn't anticipate my waist-to-cranial ratio had changed so much over the years!

Undies

In a hurry to leave the house this morning, head befuddled by sleep, I failed in one important detail. Important.

The orientation of my new, gaudily-coloured boxer shorts unfortunately precludes my ability to pee stood up. I'm also imagining the wind blowing unfettered where it ought not to…

The good news: my work toilet seat streak remains cold; unblemished by recent prior other-arse occupancy.

It's the small things in life…

Dorveille

A metric shed-load, nay airship-hangar-load of people suffer from a life-shortening condition. It's talked about, occasionally examined in detail, but doesn't get as big a press as, say, diabetes, cancer, dementia or, the recent fashionable killer, motor neurone disease (ALS.)*

From a Guardian article:

"Do you get enough sleep? Of course you don’t. Very few people with busy jobs, young children or smartphones do."

I don't. I don't need a sleep app to tell me I don't. I don't have the will to do anything about it.

But wait!

The article shows me that I'm a throwback, an artifact of a time long-past when scientists, pseudo-statisticians and armchair statisticians (politicians!) didn't rule our lives. Wine is good for you one month and bad for you the next. Chocolate. Beef. Chicken. MSG. Sugar. Salt. Fast food. Life after 30 will be next…

Moderation is the key, understanding when you've had enough, knowing when it's OK to conform… and when it isn't.

Sleep 8 hours? It'd be nice. Sleep a continuous 8? Pressure!

No longer.

A question I must ask myself:

"How do I now regulate my 2 periods of sleep to get the best out of them?"


*The Ice Bucket Challenge made a short-term impact. 'Twas tempered only by my certain knowledge that most used the thing as a social event, and that it made enemies of other, more-established charities. Envy.

Biscuits

We have an office custom; on or around one's birthday one brings along cakes, pastries, biscuits or even better (depending on the significance of the number) and shares with immediate colleagues & all-and-sundry. I'm no different; this year I bought 1kg of shortbread biscuits and placed then at the allotted, er… place.

3 hours after arrival they've nearly all gone. I got it right. It feels good.

Thanks to those who wished me a happy birthday, even though my rationale for not bringing stuff in on the day sounded a bit lame. At least the Amazon Prime Now explanation went down well (see yesterday's 'Order' post) – as did the biscuits.

Now, those who just take and walk off are bad enough. There's nothing worse though than someone inquiring whose birthday it is, then walking either away or past one's desk. Eating a biscuit!

Ungrateful, ignorant, self-entitled bast[CARRIER LOST]

Order

There are a lot of things in this life that a good Getting Things Done (GTD) or reminder app will help with when attempting to sustain (or create) a sense or order in one's life.

Order is important.

Quite why I used the Amazon Prime Now delivery service – instead of going to the shop – to order the following escapes me. Necessary, yet…

In order of ordering:

  • A 1kg box of shortbread biscuits,

  • A box of Thorntons chocolates (445g or thereabouts),

  • A squeezy bottle of tomato ketchup (unfortunately Heinz, it's all they have).

Local politics

The local elections roll around again in a month. I’m hoping that the prospective candidates from the party I’ve voted for all my life will make some form of appearance.

It doesn’t need to be physical; I’d settle for each candidate going to the towns’s independent local news site and briefly stating a few words; why they’re standing for election.

I’d settle for a leaflet hurriedly pushed through the door by ninjas, stealth-delivered at silly o’clock; a document briefly outlining who they are, where they’re from, why they consider themselves successful, and why I should vote for them.

Twitter worked for me a few years ago as the campaigning wound down towards its… what’s the opposite of climax‽ I simply asked a thus-far silent candidate why, especially when there’s the easy publicity from that local news site… and she added her pitch to the electorate.

Simple.

And, as the number of votes declined each subsequent election, I asked again. And, faced with the inevitable, I gave up asking. They’re not worth it. Really.

This year I’m looking at two important opportunities to exercise my right to vote (or to abstain):

  1. Local elections,
  2. The European Union Referendum: Do we stay or do we leave the EU?

Both are important. Important.

The first gives a small voice to us ordinary people at a local level; an opportunity to address concerns like poorly-phased traffic lights, repeated illegal parking on the estate, why we shouldn’t have speed humps; important stuff.

Now, these are the sort of issues any party’s elected representative should be addressing; it’s irrelevant which party I vote for in these instances, as ‘my’ councillor it matters not how I voted.

The bigger picture is what really matters, but past local level we have no say in political matters. None. So it’s pointless voting in National elections.

So, that established…

The second upcoming poll, a referendum, will eventually determine how successful Britain (England at least if everyone else removes themselves) can be when dealing with the rest of the world in trade. And stuff.

Europe seems to be a diminishing force in pretty much everything. Internal political idiocy and a resistance to reason dictates that nothing good will ever appear from the parliaments however many levels of beaurocracy are removed… but to be outside of it, unable to exert even the slightest of pressures to change the system, it’s folly. Madness. ‘Out’ gets us a reduction in dues, a nationalistic feeling of pride (a ‘we did it!’ hubris) and nothing else – a phyrric victory for those who would…

Ok, I know which way I’m voting in the second poll, but in the first apathy is the order of the day. No not apathy, but it’s not anger either…

Why should I vote for someone I don’t know? I don’t really know any of the people I’ve voted for in the past so it’s an odd one, this. I vote for people who I don’t know because they at least make an effort to tell me who they are and what they stand for. Merely belonging to a party I express an allegiance to just does not qualify them to gain my support.

No-one understands the referendum’s issues, no-one. Everyone’s guessing, dressing it up in hope or doom, analysts adding game theory to it in the hope something good will drop. So what will happen in or out? Everyone’s got their own ideas, it’ll keep the media busy for months. And we’ll all be wrong in the detail.

The good thing about the second: were not voting for a person. It’s for a system or an ideal, dependent on your views. It should be easy to choose a box to add my cross in. But thought, a process of reasoning, an inability to simply vote as my parents did. Hard, groundbreaking stuff, this.

(sighs)

One thing at a time then…

Dear local election candidates: I’m again ready for disappointment. Make me wrong.

In Betweeners

Elaborating on (or maybe not, it's not my place to say) my 'Between' post yesterday, @matigo provided some nicely written (as-ever) insights into a modern curse..

'Curse' is my cruel trick; a word, a hook to drag you in. Oops!

Social burnout.

Most here will have a social networking networking history, may even identify personally with Jason's words… For me it's a case of 'the wrong time of year'.

For you…?

Choice. While I had only IRC and MS Chat, that's all I used. IRC was a one-day thing for me; i can't recall any actual interactions at all. Literally one day. I got online and, within the first month explored every protocol and service available to me as a new Microsoft Network (MSN) customer.

Incidentally, I forgot to mention ICQ in my blog post; a service I used mainly to connect to people I already knew online. In real time. Mine was, probably still is, a 6-digit user ID.

Nowadays though we've dozens of places we can go to express ourselves. There are social networks, forums, niche services… There we can chat about our desires, hopes, dreams… with other like-minded people, hopefully without troublemakers intervening. Most of us want a quiet life when we want a quiet life.

Yes, that.

So, App.net (ADN); it's a place with lots of good memories, good people, but it's been let down by its founders and those in search of a bigger audience.

Now mine's not a massive criticism. I'm hardly there at all, my feeling's more one of a remembrance of the emotional baggage stemming from the SOTN post, the frankly-ridiculous antagonism (I'll never understand why people don't simply block) and the network's inevitable subsequent decline.

And guilt.

I'm not doing #QuoteSunday (always a low-engagement thing) in part due to IFTTT's ADN support shutting down, nor am I running #ThemeMonday (once an entirely different proposition.)

That reminds me, I should really move the #ThemeMonday page at my site and replace it with… Sometime.

I must examine my other social network profiles linking to ADN, to see whether I must move them to where I'm most comfortable calling my social hub.

Or must I?

A perhaps-telling FYI; Last year, despite others not doing, I upgraded my ADN account to 'Developer'. More of a statement of intent, a gesture, an attempt to pay back in… I developed nothing of course but got a vague sense of wellbeing, and a hammer to add to my bio. THIS year I downgraded. To an 'ordinary' paid user account. Not all the way to '40'.

Hollow.

But here I am at 10C, with a Premium account paid-up until 2017 (over the top of Jason's invite) developing an 'app' for 10C. How odd.

So, back to the blog post. Burnout maybe, but I'm happy to call 10centuries.org (10C) home.

One thing to bear in mind; I'm crap at publicising stuff; hence the one successful invite. Kinda successful, I'm hoping the guy I invited will spend a bit more time at 10C…

And that others will follow. There's nothing to lose. No ads, no spam. Really.

And here be (more) Adventures! Maybe.

Insurance

Car insurance: I got home today, opened the insurance company letter, and sat. Quickly.

They think I'll be paying more than £130 per year extra to them.

Ah, no.

A quick price comparison site search shows that, if I'm careful choosing the cover, I could get a policy £500 cheaper than I'd be paying if I allowed inertia to dictate terms.

RAC Insurance: yourselves you can go and fu[CARRIER LOST]