The Temple of Bague

Well, the barbeque is on for the third night in a row. Cajun chicken, this time (with a couple of snags on the side). The weather’s been lovely for the last couple of days, despite what the weathermen keep trying to tell me.

What I need to do, though, is find somewhere that’ll sell me a solid plate - griddles are fine and well, but you just can’t do onions on em and using a sideburner and pan is just wrong.

I had a very geeky conversation with the strangest of people last night. I had gone to pick up my oldest lad from Scouts and was standing speaking to him, one of the Scout leaders, and the Scout leader’s daughter. The Scout leader is a tiny wee wifie in her late fifties (I think - it’s difficult to tell).

Anyway, the daughter had been referring to $oldestLad and his friend as “Slave 1″ and “Slave 2″. Scout Leader wifie piped in with “Boba Fett’s ship was called Slave-1″. I was kinda taken aback and said “oooo good pop-culture reference. But technically it was Jango Fett’s ship first.” To which she replied, “Well, yeah but he’s allowed to give it to his son.” To which I replied “But it’s not technically his son because he’s a clone.”

Scout Leader wifie replied “Not necessarily - he was completely unaltered so he could be his son.”

Out-geeked by a scout leader. I feel shame.

deKay thinks he’s being clever by running a spectrum emulator under wine on Mac OSX. Except he’s not being clever at all, because my dashboard widget STILL wins.

My lovely lady wife has Mac Envy. It’s a terrible thing to see. She was wrestling with MS Office this morning and was practically turning purple. So, I’ve been commanded to “Get Her A Mac”. Thing is, we’ve been stuck with the PeeCee for over a year now and she’d kinda got used to the whole “fighting against the operating system” thing. Until, that is, she saw my shiny MacBook.

So there we go - mission for 2008 is “Get Debbie an iMac.”

Oh yes I have - thanks to this site, I’ve just spent an hour or so making the most awesome everlasting wallet out of duck tape (or duct tape, for our American readers).

So once again, my firm belief that the whole universe is held together by duct tape is confirmed.

Not only that, but it’ll last forever - if a bit gets worn, well, just tape it up again!