Category: Terminally boring

Irene, Goodnight Irene.

I’ll see you in my nightmares more like.

Looks like we creek dwellers are in the path of Hurricane Irene, the storm may just graze the Delaware beaches on its (her?) way north.  The beach areas are under compulsory evacuation. Current predictions here on the eastern shore are for 70 MPH winds, 10 inches of rain and an eight foot tidal storm surge.  Depending on the state of the tide late on Saturday that may put water three or four feet over my dock and could completely submerge my pilings.  Right now we have no water at all in the creek, it went out like water down a drain today and will probably come roaring back almost as fast late tomorrow with the wind.
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A little more about spoofed e-mails

This morning Boadicea received two e-mails, one of which purported to come from Janus, and the other from me.   They didn’t, of course.   The other recipients (addressees) of these two spoof e-mails were people who blog on The Chariot or on MyT, so you may have received them too.

I did a little research – e-mail protocols were not one of my specialist fields when I was still working, but the old brain hasn’t quite rusted yet. Continue reading “A little more about spoofed e-mails”

The House of Lords….what’s the point?

We have recently touched on the Upper House in previous blogs, and we’re eagerly awaiting a Cromwell blog from Araminta. Boadicea has given us an excellent education in the important structure of how we came to be as we are legislature-wise, and I am always trying to learn a little more. The House of Lords has been an institution that I never quite understood, and so have kept quiet as I try to gather information, until now as I am a little confused. Continue reading “The House of Lords….what’s the point?”

House hunting

Some two or three months ago, Bearsy and I decided to move – again. We’ve moved a lot of times since we’ve been here in Australia: Darwin, Canberra, Sydney, Adelaide and two and a half years ago, to Brisbane.

Buying and selling a house here is somewhat different from the UK we left – although it may have changed there. Here estate agents charge three arms, three legs and all one’s future savings for selling a house and they charge the vendor for all advertising. In Canberra, Sydney and Adelaide houses are open for inspection for an hour on Saturdays, Sundays and occasionally on weekday evenings. Prospective purchasers (and those who are bored with walking around shopping malls, those who want to see how the other half live or those who simply want to get ideas about what to do in their own homes) get in their cars at about 8.30 am and start driving. It’s not a bad system since as a vendor one only has to have the house spruced up for an ‘open house’ one hour a week, a purchaser can get some idea of what is being asked for what and for the estate agent – well since he’s charging three of everything he’s entitled to work all day Saturday and Sunday. Continue reading “House hunting”

A terminally boring post on the minutiae of a long boat trip

Technically it was a delivery run and not intended as a vacation, which would require an even longer and more boring post (want to see some holiday snaps?).
For those of you who missed the whole thing you can read all about it here or not as you wish.
The trip started at mile 803 of the ICW at Palm Coast, Florida and ended 199 miles north of mile zero (Norfolk, VA) at the boat’s new home. Total distance from the charts 1002 nautical miles, and allowing another 40 nm for deviations to find overnight anchorages the distance traveled was around 1040 nm or 1200 statute miles. (well I did warn you this would be boring).
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Wrong way around the roundabout

Sipping from my circular-shaped mug of tea I deducted that lists of various Top Ten’s of this and that are tedious and tendentious. Top ten to-do lists (resolutions by another name) are invariably not done or incomplete. Listings can be a turn-off. Continue reading “Wrong way around the roundabout”

And so this is..er..NOT Christmas!

If you are full of the joys of the forthcoming Christmas season;  if you have just finished wrapping the last on your list of Christmas gifts and fixing home-made little Hobbycraft holly leaves and berries to it;  if you have all your Christmas cards written and in a wobbly pile on the sideboard waiting to be posted, please don’t read on. You won’t like it. You really won’t. Continue reading “And so this is..er..NOT Christmas!”