HNT unpeeled

Another HNT clicky pic. If you half-close your eyes, you can make out what's in the picture. Clue: it's a kind of passion fruit.

Or you can click the image to clarify.

Passion Fruit
(click to clarify)

I used a free program called Repligator.



And a bonus clickypic HNT from last year:

When I returned in triumph to visit my old school in Glasgow, there was a photographer waiting at the gates to record the celebration.

Celebration at
My Old School
(click to zoom out)

multitasking and messaging

Craig Ferguson addressing the White House. That's either a sign we're all doomed, or something else. To be fair, he does at least as good a job of it as most of his predecessors, and has made himself very presentable compared with his early days on Scottish telly.

On youtube this morning I was watching his speech to the white house correspondents dinner, in the company of Bush etc., while eating breakfast, messaging people on 3 continents, and blogging under 2 names. Just out of bed, and I'm Multitasking already. If I wanted this much stress I would have chosen to work a full-time job.

I'm still new to IM - learning a whole new may of relating. My nephew is now in New Zealand, and after his recent visit here we now MSN a lot.

The Duneditin conference is getting quite heavily booked but there are still places available. Hope to see you there. Lee Ann may attend via videoconference.

one dog knight

As it was my birthday, and as a dry run for the conference festivities, I decided to give the non-Erdinger Weissbier another try. It is growing on me and I managed a whole third of a bottle without getting silly. What a shame they don't make an alco-free version.

Bumped into the deifheids yesterday, fortunately it was in a noisy cafe so nobody could be heard (thus giving deifheids an insight into what it's like for the rest of us). Visited three art galleries. After a lifetime of philistinism, I'm learning to enjoy pictures, though I still haven't a clue about art.



The mother outlaw sent me a parcel with a hat and a book of the most appalling poetry. Both of which I would blog if I could be bothered. The partner in bliss gave me a tiny camera, which'll be handy for photographing other presenters at the conference.

Spent most of this morning swimming 2.5 kilometres (1.5 miles for imperialists), then slept all afternoon. A balanced day.

Life In Cold Blood ep 2 tonight. I'm cooking snags, spuds and spinach. I wonder what catering arrangements hotboy has made for July.