simont | (no subject)

Well, my two weeks of holiday started last night, and now I'm utterly knackered. I think that for at least the last week, during all the frantic preparations to (a) arrange that my stuff doesn't fall apart in my absence and (b) arrange a handover of vital code and information from a colleague who'll be away when I get back, I must have been running largely on adrenaline. Because today something in me seems to have gone ‘right, show's over, now I can collapse’ and I've duly done so.

This made it a very stupid plan to try to get to two parties on the same night; I did OK at yvesilena's, left for beckyc's when I started to feel myself getting tired, but nonetheless was practically on the point of collapse when I arrived there so I've now come home to collapse properly.

Walking home I just saw a strange glowing Cyclops on a bike. On closer inspection it turned out to be a very old woman with a blue light mounted on the bridge of her glasses. From a longer distance it appeared that a single blue glowing eye was the only feature on her face. Very odd; I wonder what it was there for (it didn't seem to be actually illuminating much).

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The point of bike lights is not to illuminate the way ahead, but to point out to psychopaths weilding a tonne of steel that you exist.

Yes, but the normal lights on her bike were doing that perfectly adequately, and weren't so bizarre and unusual as to confuse said psychopaths. I can't help feeling the overall effect on oncoming drivers might have been counterproductive.

Er... unless you actually ride in the unlit dark, even on-road.

Mmmm. I slept for twelve hours last night.

Join the club. I have an excuse, of course :-)