June 19th, 2009

laptop, geek, MacBook, bursting, breakout

It may be a long, noisy day

So, the guy to lay the screed on my concrete floor has turned up, had a shufti, said "those tile's'll need to come up", and gone away to get six bags of latex screed.

I'd kind of assumed this would be the case, and it's reassuring that he mentioned the tiles coming up in such a matter-of-fact fashion -- this is a job I've been avoiding since I lifted my carpet one day, about eight years ago, to find out why it was uneven. I had a quick go then, and made hardly a dent in the things. Then again, I was armed with a cold chisel and a clubhammer; I've a feeling he's going to return with a Kango.

But anyway, yes, I've now been disabused of any idea I had of quietly getting stuff done in the bedroom while Concrete Guy (whose I should now start thinking of as Mark, now I've met him, I suppose) quietly trowels out latex screen in the lounge.

When he's back, I may just show him where the tea, coffee and Hobnobs are, and go check out the Banksy exhibition that's on in Bristol Museum.
laptop, geek, MacBook, bursting, breakout

Nice

So, a pretty good day all round. It started with me reading this month's copy of .net magazine, and finding that the email I'd sent them in protest about them slagging off Hudson Hawk in their opinion piece last week had been printed on the letters page, which was nice.

Then the concrete screeding guy turned up at half past eight and done by half past ten (picture here), leaving me with a free day off.

So, I went into town on the ferry. Had a nice lunch from my friend Emmeline's cafe in St Nicholas Market...

...and bought an iPhone 3G S. Erm. What can I say, I was just cleaning my credit card, and it went off. And also, my contract with Vodafone ends this month, and my fscking N73's been crashing again, so it seemed like a sensible idea.

Then I came back home, again by boat, and I've mostly been lazing, while occasionally watching some of the excellent Harvard Extension School's podcast lectures (if more of our lecturers had been like David Malan, and also concentrated as much on the practical side of things, I'd probably have paid more attention at Warwick. On the other hand, maybe not; I was a bit of a waste of space back then, academically-speaking...)

And that's been my day. That, and having to resist the temptation to go make footprints in the perfect-looking wet latex screed.
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