Sun, Nov. 8th, 2015, 10:05 pm
I'm in my new flat. It's quiet, and, when I turn the lights off, it's dark.
I'm not at work.
I feel relaxed for the first time in an age.
Thu, Nov. 5th, 2015, 04:00 pm
Managed to pack almost all of my clothes into a 1950s Admiralty-pattern kitbag, plus the absolute essentials:
- Sandwich toaster.
- Two Glencairn glasses.
- Two old-fashioned glasses.
- Bottle Kilkerran sherry wood.
- Bottle Wild Turkey rye.
Found the Chinese supermarket. Five minutes walk from the flat, on the way to work, and they sell Jian's Chop Chop guo tie from the restaurant that's five minutes walk from my Edinburgh place.
I'm going to be just fine, I think.
Back up to Edinburgh tonight, two days at work, and then pack another kitbag to come back down again on Sunday. I might even bring a pan or something this time.
Wed, Oct. 28th, 2015, 03:41 pm
Had to go and pick up a package today from the industrial estate out at Seafield. I've not been to the sea since the day I broke it off with her. (Rivers don't count. Tidal estuaries do.) I was supposed to walk out to the Pentland Firth that day. Got there, looked at some waves. Quickly decided that all of Poseidon's fury couldn't compete with the turmoil in my brain just then. Had a cup of tea and walked back again. Sent some tweets.
Since I'd expensed a taxi out to Seafield, I took a few minutes for myself. I like watching the sea. Makes me feel small. None of my problems matter when you apply the appropriate perspective.
Considered taking a leaf out of Reggie Perrin's book, but only for a second.
Walked around the perimeter of the sewage treatment plant, waves crashing in my ears. Really filthy day for it, too: lowering charcoal sky, no distinction between the water and the air at the horizon, spots of rain, gusts threatening to knock me off the seawall.
Just the kind of day I like best.
Just the kind of day you don't get in Saudi Arabia.
It turns out that I went a bit mad, there, for a while. In fact I think I went quite a lot mad. I'm still working out the details. There was other stuff going on that you didn't know about, and it might even have justified my massive overreaction, but it turns out that it was all in my head.
A couple of good friends have given me a good stern talking-to over the last 24 hours, and now I'm feeling a wee bit better. A wee bit. You know who you are. I love my friends.
I was absolutely convinced that Jehane had suffered a psychotic break and had been preyed upon in her vulnerable state. I was worried sick about her, and usually that's just a turn of phrase.
Turns out that I was the one having the psychotic break. It's like ray-hee-ain on your wedding day.
In my defence, she was showing all of the classic symptoms of psychosis. The tunnel vision. The obsession. The unwillingness to discuss it. The paranoia. The shiftiness.
The single problem with my otherwise flawless line of deduction was this: those are exactly the same symptoms as are exhibited by someone who's fallen for some other bloke and is planning to elope with him. This only occurred to me this morning, after those friends (you know who you are, and I love you) had, very patiently, talked me down.
(I'm going to credit myself with just a wee bit of self-awareness, though. It's not much, but it's not bad for a madman.)
So, we're back to the dead-girl narrative. The woman I love has changed, she's gone, and isn't coming back. The relationship had been toxic for a while and I will feel better about this one day. And I hope gerbil-chops makes her happy.
I wasn't the one who came up with that name for him, so it's okay.
Sincere apologies to anyone I've offended. (Except gerbil-chops obviously.) I'm not usually nearly this unpleasant. I've learned a few lessons.
Mon, Sep. 21st, 2015, 08:37 pm
A reminder: I am a Scot, who just happens to have the gold-standard RP English accent.
SCENE: INT. PUB. YORK. EVENING
YR. CORRESP. is talking to a TERRIBLY WELL-SPOKEN BARMAN about LOCAL BREWERIES.
This one's from the Brahss Cahstle brewery, they're in Malton. Oh sorry, must pronounce it right. "Brass Cassel".
Ay. 'Appen. Brass Cassel. Oh yes, of course, I hadn't noticed. You're not from round 'ere, are ya?
I am originally from round 'ere, but I moved away.
Oh I see. Did you move to the civilized end of the country?
(Opportunities like this don't come up too often)
Why yes I did. Edinburgh.
...Well, I suppose that's south of somewhere.
Sittin in the same pub, typin this (FUCK YOU, Android phone keyboard), listenin to the same barman patiently discuss with multiple different customers:
Okay, so you want the main meal but with it you don't want pie OR mash, you want... a salad?...
There's hope for 'im yet, 'appen.
(Android autocorrect keeps tryin to make me say
- Okay so this spider is roughly the size of my hand, and it's been sitting on this ceiling beam for the better part of a WEEK now, what gives
- IT'S TOO BIG TO FIT IN THE HOOVER YOU GUYS
- okay so if I remove the wedge attachment to widen the hoover hose aperture, it also shortens the hose as a side consequence, so now I need to stand on this chair
- so now I have a twisted ankle as well as an indestructible spider the size of my hand occupying a, quite frankly, unacceptably large part of my living space
- this time I'll try standing on a non-swivelly chair
- STILL TOO BIG TO FIT IN THE HOOVER
- and it's hanging on to this beam somethign fierce against the suction, I think this spider might be part gecko
- you know what, spider? you can have the living room. this is why we have laptops
- at least I managed to make it run onto the part of the wall that's painted (inexplicably) red, so now it's a bit less noticeable
- I'm just going to go ahead and call that a win
I'm not good with hoovers.
Sat, Aug. 29th, 2015, 09:43 pm
Things I've had to get used to very fast:
- Buying single pints of milk.
- A relatively tidy flat. Holy crap she had a lot of shit lying around.
- No longer being able to say:
here are your photos, please just let me know if you'd like any of them touched up. My photoshop expert has disappeared.
- No more cooking. There's no point putting on an epic spread for just one person. My shrink said:
why not just do it for the fun of it? and I said:
there's no point if you're not showing off to someone. I mostly live on ready meals these days.
- That said, I am now allowed to own proper vinegar instead of that balsamic shit.
- And I can have the radio on now.</p>
- Bookshelf space!
- Fridge full of beer!
I was in the shop today, buying individual-person supplies as I am now wont to do. Single pint of milk. One of those mini-cartons of four eggs. 400g loaf of bread. Cigarettes and a couple of bottles of beer to numb the pain. Scanning it all, the checkout girl said:
you live alone, don't you?
Why yes, said I,
how could you tell?
Because you're an ugly bastard.
Sat, Aug. 22nd, 2015, 05:53 pm
Glorious sunshine. Sittin onna boat, with a beer, playin Settlers of Catan. (Seafarers expansion, natch.)
I've had worse days. I think I might be feelin better.
For those of you who don't know, Jehane and I are no longer a couple. We met on 24th April 2003, and I ended it on Thursday, 9th July, 2015. I love her to bits and I always will, but she's got stuff that she has to do that doesn't include me.
Also, twelve years of performance bickering finally took its toll, and now she thinks I'm a bit of a dick :)
I'm a bit of a mess right now, and no doubt there will be further whining under access lock. Probably quite a lot.
I miss her. It sucks.
I am a fucking genius.
The downsides of living in at work are many and multifarious. For a start, I don't get a day off unless I unplug the phone and refuse to leave the flat—when I will invariably be faced by staff on the way out who have questions. Most recently I spent 42 days at work without a break, and while there were technically one or two days in there when I was not on the rota, I don't count it as a day off if I get eight phone calls within three hours. Just now I had a longish weekend that I took seriously, and today it was back into the fray.
(That worked well. Rocked up all refreshed and ready to go at 9am—okay, 09:20, but I was aiming for 09:30 so I STILL WIN—and relieved
$DM so she could get her breakfast. She'd been at work since 3pm the preceding day. (When I take a weekend seriously, I take it seriously.)
I'll take the phone, said I,
no need to fear, daddy's back. I may or may not have said the last bit out loud. Within thirty seconds I took a phone call from guests who'd just checked in, which went thuswise:
Hello, we booked a Yes. We do. But you didn't book one of those. Welcome back to work, pajh.)
small double room online, and we've just arrived and are surprised to find that it's quite small. We were told that you had big rooms.
On the other hand, the benefits of living at work include, but are not limited to—actually no wait, they are pretty much limited to—that between the hours of 7am and 11pm I have a captive audience upstairs (also known as "my direct employees") for whatever I choose to rant about, or, once or twice a week, as guineapigs.
I may or may not be a good hotel manager. But I'm the kind of hotel manager who will (frequently) run up to his staff with a glass of booze in each hand, and cry:
QUICK, TASTE THIS—WHICH ONE IS BETTER?
Anyway, I pulled this on
$DM last week with the experimental jehane, and it must have gone pretty well, since I let her organize the staff social for this coming Friday, and she wants to bring everybody back to my bar so I can make them cocktails. We don't even serve most of this stuff in my bar, and I'm damned if I'm bringing everyone down to my kitchen.
Anyway. I invented the jehane, and I have since (not because of peer pressure or anything) perfected it. A post like this really deserves pictures, so I apologize for there not being any, but this can be remedied if there is sufficient demand. This is how you make a jehane:
( Recipe, with occasional digressionsCollapse )
It is marvellous and I am a genius.
I'm calling it the jehane because it's sweet, it's refreshing, it involves a little bit of fire up top, and it's never bloody available inna bar when you want one.
- Blogocubes | gominokouhai
These too are apparently now called "filter bubbles". I am okay with this because my name for them was abysmal.
(tags: blogging internet socialmedia socialnetworking )
- Bitcoin mining on a 55 year old IBM 1401 mainframe: 80 seconds per hash
"[...] to mine a block at current difficulty, the IBM 1401 would take about 5x10^14 years (about 40,000 times the current age of the universe). The electricity would cost about 10^18 dollars. And you'd get 25 bitcoins worth about $6000. Obviously, mining Bitcoin on an IBM 1401 mainframe is not a profitable venture."
(tags: tech cool stuff internet )
- SCOT goes POP!: Lib Dem efforts to save Carmichael descend into farce, as they insist he must stay because "rehabilitation is part of our core values"
"It's not actually that clever an idea to have a pair of disgraced liars/smearers like Carmichael and Rennie as the public face of your party in scotland. All the more so after you the voter has just told you precisely where to go and you desperately need to rebuild shattered trust."
(tags: news politics bloodytories fuckwits )
- Craig Murray » Blog Archive » My Friend Alistair Carmichael
Aaaand the apologia begins. Forthright innocent Alistair Carmichael corrupted by the insidious influence of Westminster. It's not his fault, it's the system. He probably had a bad childhood. Boo hoo, won't somebody think of the children, etc. What absolute bollocks. Power corrupts: Westminster doesn't have a monopoly on that. But it does not corrupt everyone. Carmichael was corruptible and demonstrated it. Carmichael is unfit to serve.
(tags: news politics fuckwits bloodytories opinion )
- The Extraordinary Story Of "The Crystal Maze", The Most Epic Game Show Ever Made - BuzzFeed News
Now it's time to go... TOOOOOOO THE CRYSTAL DOOOOME
(tags: tv cool stuff nostalgia )
- Senators Want to "Blow ISIS Out of the Water" with "Fancy Memes" | The Intercept
"Dear Einstein", read the twit that linked to this article, "we've finally found out what World War 3 will be fought with". I'm pretty sure William Gibson wrote this book about a decade ago. Buckle up.
(tags: news terrorism socialmedia )
- The Big Lie: Alistair Carmichael admits Sturgeon memo leak | News | The National
The slimy bastard lied to my face in front of a room full of business people, so I'm not remotely surprised. Self-serving piece of shit. I made sure to give him an extra-wide smile at the vote count when he saw me on the Yes side. Scumbag.
(tags: news politics bloodytories fuckwits )
- Is Carmichael vulnerable to an election petition? | Lallands Peat Worrier
TL;DR did he lie? Yes. I would love nothing more than to force a by-election, but it's never that simple.
(tags: bloodytories fuckwits news politics )
- A Small Merci | Derek Bateman
Was Mundell also complicit? (Probably)
(tags: news politics bloodytories fuckwits )
- I would rather like the Lib-Dems to stop shooting themselves in the face | andrewducker
Sane and responsible commentary from a Lib Dem who still believes in liberalism and democracy. Few such treasures remain in this benighted world.
(tags: news politics fuckwits bloodytories )
- Letter from Westminster | The Shetland Times
"The right to freedom of speech is a fundamental one but it does bring a responsibility with it to tell the truth. The right to smear an opponent is not one we should be defending". This seemed to be standard, common-sense, but unenlightened political commentary, until I saw who wrote it.
(tags: news politics opinion bloodytories fuckwits )
- Fibromyalgia now considered as a lifelong central nervous system disorder
Interesting, potentially useful.
(tags: news health science )
- was I right to call the employer of some obnoxious, trash-talking jerks on my train? | Ask a Manager
HANGING'S TOO GOOD FOR EM, I SAY
(tags: fuckwits blog opinion )
- How To Fight The Filter Bubble: New Twitter App... Thing | Strange Company
Useful tool. Not perfect yet, needs a few tweaks, but a sensible addition to your twitter feed.
(tags: tech blogging news socialmedia socialnetworking )
- Media Cocoons | The Revolution Will be Televised
These are now apparently called "filter bubbles".
(tags: blogging society socialmedia socialnetworking )
- You've thrown your toys out the pram and now you've got 5 years of the Tories | Mirror
Those lessons that Labour and the Lib Dems needed to learn? They're not learning.
(tags: politics bloodytories fuckwits opinion )
- A letter from a lost voter
All true. How do we know it's true? @dhothersall "[doesn't] agree with all of it".
(tags: politics opinion fuckwits bloodytories )
- "Too many pointy-heads and too few street fighters": Labour's Michael Dugher on what went wrong
"Dugher is even more despairing of what he calls Labour’s “annihilation” in Scotland. He blames the Better Together campaign. “Scotland and our approach to it was an unmitigated disaster. We totally fucked up that referendum campaign – and that would almost be a generous and kind interpretation,” he gives a hollow laugh", and so do we all.
(tags: news politics opinion fuckwits bloodytories )
- Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) Movie Review from Eye for Film
"There's a man, it's pretty safe to assume his name is Max, and he's being chased by a lot of crazy-looking people in fast cars with pointy bits on. This is such a strong start that the plot doesn't feel much need to deviate from it over the course of two hours. This is an excellent decision." All right, that's enough. Sign me up.
(tags: movies film review )
- Eye For Film: Tataouine threatened by Isis
If all of that murdering civilians wasn't bad enough for you, then Isis have finally gone TOO FAR. "The line must be drawn here! this far, and no further", cry a million geeks, rising from their chairs in anger, then immediately sitting back down, panting heavily.
(tags: news politics religion terrorism fuckwits movies incrediblyobscurereference )
- Scottish Labour: Inside the campaign from hell | Herald Scotland
"Murphy, who has never been on the intellectual wing of his party, has always been regarded internally as a talented self-publicist who was adept at advancing his own interests. One colleague, explaining Murphy's approach to the media, said: `He once told me he was not bothered about the words in newspapers, just the pictures, and how he looked on TV'"---in other words, a Blairite.
(tags: news politics fuckwits bloodytories )
- The Incredible Suit: It's the Spectre teasre trailre!
This too. sign me up.
(tags: movies film cool stuff review )
- A poem from the Doctor | Herminbean
This is why Eleven is still my favourite.
(tags: poetry doctorwho tv silly )
- My most-shared tweet of the week, by some distance, is this one: | diamond geezer
"We have a majority Conservative government, rather than a minority Conservative government, because of 900 voters in seven constituencies." In the seven most marginal seats the Tories needed for their majority, votes for the Greens sunk Labour. And Labour claim that their problem was that they were too left-wing.
(tags: news politics bloodytories handwringing lefty guardianistas ftw socialism )
- Common Space - David Cameron’s new ‘anti-extremism’ proposals criticised by Scottish civil liberties group as “draconian”
Buckle up. It's starting.
(tags: news politics fuckwits bloodytories freedom liberty terrorism )
- Common Space - First Minister and STUC announce "shared priorities" on devolution and opposition to austerity
Now this is how you do it.
(tags: news politics scotland handwringing lefty guardianistas ftw )
- Word Buzz Wednesday: ajockalypse | Wordnik
Hey, look, we helped create a neologism! A neologism that is also a portmanteau and will almost certainly be a malamanteau before very long.
(tags: language news politics scotland bloodytories fuckwits writing incrediblyobscurereference )
- Mad Max: Fury Road - Official Theatrical Teaser Trailer [HD] | YouTube
Please make this be on a giant wall in front of me very soon please
(tags: movies film cool stuff splosions )
- Incredibly Peeved Men’s Rights Activists Call for Boycott of Mad Max, Are Unintentionally Hilarious | The Mary Sue
It's got that many splosions in it AND it pisses off the MRAs? Sign me up.
(tags: movies film feminism fuckwits )
- Turn Down for Spock (Star Trek Stabilized!) | Youtube
For the love of god, let no one show this to J J Abrams.
(tags: video cool stuff music silly star trek )
- 30 crazy photographers who will do anything for the perfect shot
Okay, some of these are awesome.
(tags: clickbait photos photography )
- I walked in on employees having sex -- and I think there's a sex club in my office — Ask a Manager
Quite a lot of the time, AAM is all "why wasn't I selected for this job" and "was it really such a bad idea to dangle my interviewer by his ankles from a fourth-floor balcony? I thought it showed gumption" but, sometimes, it comes up with gems like this.
(tags: blog work silly fuckwits )
- Your pain reliever may also be diminishing your joy | News Room - The Ohio State University
Acetaminophen is the Yank name for paracetamol. I know that anecdote is not the singular of data, but I've been on painkillers since 1996 and this would certainly splain a lot.
(tags: psychology health mental health )
- Glass | Ello | leynos
(tags: writing )
- The country is screwed, the electorate is evil ... but here are nine reasons to be cheerful | Grauniad
This is pretty much bang on.
(tags: bloodytories fuckwits handwringing lefty guardianistas ftw news politics )
- World Of Hubris | Wings
Let's have a wee snigger before the work begins.
(tags: bloodytories fuckwits news politics )
- Alien | Typeset In The Future
A brilliant look at the Semiotic Standard, and an awful lot of Futura.
(tags: cool stuff film movies nerd scifi typography )
- The End of Labour | Jacobin
This is basically exactly what I said yesterday, except that he uses longer words (I particularly like "farraginous"; ISWYDT).
(tags: news politics bloodytories psephology handwringing lefty guardianistas ftw )
- gominokouhai | #telt
ICYMI, this is what I said yesterday.
(tags: news politics bloodytories handwringing lefty guardianistas ftw fuckwits )
- Sandstorm - Akkordeonquintett der AO-München e.V. - YouTube
Yes, it's Darude played on accordions. And it is awesome.
(tags: music silly video )
- On Remaining A Member of the Scottish Opposition | danieldwilliam
Those reservations I mentioned I still gots about the SNP? This is a list of pretty much all of them.
(tags: news politics opinion bloodytories )
- Sound Rhymes I Futility Closet
This is possibly the Englishest thing ever. Except that limericks should technically be Irish. /Except/ except that claiming credit for Irish literature is the /other/ Englishest thing ever, which makes this the most Englishest thing ever squared.
(tags: poetry writing silly cool stuff )
- Batter Up! | Futility Closet
This on the other hand is the most Americanest thing ever. I have no idea what they're talking about. I am however gratified to note that the Washington Post was decrying the state of steampunk as early as 1897, when steampunk was still going on.
(tags: cool stuff tech )
- So How Do You Pronounce "R'lyeh", Anyway? - Strange Company
"[...]a right bastard to pronounce the magic chant – as my actors discovered. But that’s another story", says Hugh. He's quite right, and perhaps I shall tell it one day.
(tags: luvviedom acting voiceover movies literature fhtagn )
Fri, May. 8th, 2015, 10:29 pm
We did what we set out to do: punish the Lib-Dems and Scottish Labour for siding with the enemy. Democratically, of course. And we got exactly the worst possible outcome as a result: trounced Labour and handed a majority to the bloody Tories.
It's a pretty slim majority, and I understand that the Tories have a long tradition of backbench rebellion, so a coalition of the Left still has a chance to keep the bastards on their toes. For that to happen, the Lib Dems and Labour need to demonstrate that they've learned their lessons from last night.
I suppose we got exactly what we deserved: more work! It's the SNP's job just now to speak truth to power, as the largest effective voting block of human beings currently in Parliament. Labour have more seats than the SNP, but they'll be a complete waste of space until they decide what the point of them is—and that's assuming they even decide to be on the left. They certainly haven't been for the last twenty years. And the Lib Dems are dead for a generation.
Also—let's be honest—some of these new SNP MPs are going to suck, at least for the next while. Nearly all of them are brand new and most of them, when they were listed as candidates, were in seats where they didn't have a hope. That all changed and now they're in charge. Nicola will sort them out; I've met her and she's awesome.
Gotta say, I am amused at the huge amount of nothing that was eventually signified by all of Ukip's sound and fury. I am willing to put good money on the fact that not a single one of those 3,881,129 Kippers voted Yes in the AV referendum. One seat they managed under FPTP: no pasaran.
Yesterday was a 33-hour workday that started at 1pm on Wednesday and continued through until 10pm on the Thursday: the ninety minutes sleep I got in the middle doesn't really count. I finally got off to sleep at 3am and then the bloody taxi driver rang the doorbell at 03:30. Got back to sleep at about fiveish and then was up again for work at six. At some point on Thursday, I got to see Jehane for a whole ten minutes and I managed to make it around the corner to vote. During that 33 hours,
$CHEF had made me a bacon sandwich. It wasn't a good day.
I'm still not keen on the SNP. They're too authoritarian for my liking, too nanny-statish, and I disagree with a hell of a lot of their policies. I don't like the way they cosy up to people like Murdoch and Souter and especially—euch—Trump. (Maybe they'll stop doing that so much now.) Ideologically I appear to be a Green— but only a Scottish Green because the party in England and Wales is still stuffed full of anti-science nutjobs. Yesterday, the SNP were the only left-leaning party with a hope in hell, so my vote was obvious. Also I did it to piss off everyone in England. I'd had enough of all the hysterical pearl-clutching anti-Jock media coverage. You're welcome, England. You brought this on yourselves.
So, having cast my vote for the SNP and finally able to tear myself away from the desk at 10pm, it was off down the chippy for a haggis supper, salt an' sauce, anna boatil ay the Bru. I had no particular political motivations for my order—sometimes a man just needs salt an'sauce—but it seemed appropriate. I think I might have gone native.
Yesterday was the first time I've ever voted when the result has actually gone my way. I suspect I shouldn't get accustomed to it.
The next five years are going to be bleak. Look after your loved ones.
Sat, Mar. 21st, 2015, 12:15 am
Dat eclipse tho
Damn right I looked directly at it. This happens once inna generation, I'm not passing that up. The photos are here (updated with some new ones, if you saw them go by on the Twitters earlier).
I remember the last one, in August '99. I looked directly at that one too, through the net curtain in my then-girlfriend's flat. I still remember the sight of a crescent Sun in the twilight down at the end of Gorton Road. That girlfriend was the insane Christian youth leader who wanted to break into the church at midnight and do it on the altar. I was the one who chickened out. But seeing a crescent sun... that was something special.
But back to the present. I had constructed a cardboard-box pinhole camera obscura, and it actually worked—but I left that downstairs in case any of the guests tried to blind themselves. For me, it was up to the roof. I had a brand-new variable neutral-density filter and I wasn't afraid to use it.
Maximum occultation at my location was set for 09:36. It was a glorious clear day at 09:20, bright blue skies with occasional fluffy white clouds. By 09:30 it was coming over a bit grey. This is probably for the best, since a couple of cubic kilometres of water vapour between me and it probably shielded my delicate retinae from some of the horrifying UV radiation. Also it lent the photos an eerie, atmospheric quality. Moody. Dramatic. Ethereal. Outlander-ish.
I stood and clicked and I watched as the huge black globe of the Moon rolled lazily in front of the Sun's disc, like a slow-mo snooker ball. Just exactly like a snooker ball, except a ball of 7.35×1022kg in mass, a ball a quarter the size of earth. She felt round. I sensed her bulk, her incomprehensible mass, as she slid leisurely-like inbetween us and daylight itself.
The Moon has a 7% albedo, you know. She reflects about as much light as coal. Think about that the next time she's full. Above our heads, neatly slotted inbetween the squat block of Edinburgh Castle and the airy spires of St Mary's, the eternal celestial ballet executed a perfect adagio.
It got bloody freezing up on that rooftop, but that's probably rather more to do with standing onna rooftop in Scotland for an hour onna cloudy day. By about 09:39 the cloud coverage was total. Show's over. It's time to go home.
But I won't forget spending a few minutes watching Space happen right above me.
My retinas were a wee bit itchy for the rest of the day. I consider that a totally acceptable trade-off.
The next half-decent one here isn't until 2026, and the next proper one is 23rd September, 2090. By then, I expect to know how to work this damn neutral-density filter.
More eternal celestial ballet.
Oh yes, and the vernal equinox was at 22:45 tonight. Happy Spring, everybody!