It’s good to come back here after a long time away and see familiar usernames still active and posting. I hope I can change mine somehow, it’s old and I don’t use it anywhere anymore. I’d rather not have to create a new account to do so. I guess it will follow me around forever, just like my real name.

But he's irritating when you have a cold.

I have been told that I have no process for anything. This is true. I do everything on an ad-hoc basis. So I have decided a daily diary is going to be part of my process.

I had a f'ing brutal cold and my entire head is about to explode. Meanwhile the baldy Paulson is babbling on TV again. He has a giant shiny head but not much in it.

I find out if my job still exists on Nov 10th. The less paying but better weekend gig is still on but if I stay this sick I'm gonna lose it. Which would suck coz it's my dream job.

Enough for now. When Jon Stewart stops being funny it's time to go to sleep. But I know I'll stay awake till midnight anyway.

I'm off work, so you get this.

From Barack Obama:

It also means promoting a new ethic of responsibility. Part of the reason this crisis occurred is that everyone was living beyond their means - from Wall Street to Washington to even some on Main Street. CEOs got greedy. Politicians spent money they didn't have. Lenders tricked people into buying home they couldn't afford and some folks knew they couldn't afford them and bought them anyway.

We've lived through an era of easy money, in which we were allowed and even encouraged to spend without limits; to borrow instead of save.

That is the good bit. The rest of the speech is; "Here, have a shitload of public money."

Revisiting 1991 again - the young people who are now middle-aged, the little kids who are now in their twenties.  The trains that have been scrapped and replaced with newer ones.  The women with long, straight, black hair (you very rarely see that any more).  The vast number of bicycles parked around the stations....

Reading: "Economics of the Public Sector". Web.

Blah, blah, blah. Maybe you shouldn't have? blah blah.

Move it. Work. SLOW DOWN SWEETY! I get a massage from a small handed, cold blooded babe and Mrs. NFB touches another man's lizard.

I forgot that I had to work at the bar on Saturday; it was an SMS from BG on Friday that reminded me, asking me to see if her ski boots were still here.

Update: poll. Vote please.

Finding myself with a couple of hours to spend on Sunday, and the weather being fantastic for this time of year, I went out for a ride on my bike.

Specifically, media depictions thereof.