Reading back

Yesterday, I was like trying to type up some notes from last week or something and I realised that I've like totally lost the ability to write. I looked at the stuff I'd written and it was like way incomprehensible. It was like a five year old had gone totally nuts with a biro and a tiny spirograph kit or something.

Tough questions

The people in Virgin have started asking tough questions. Here's an exchange between Yours Truly and one of the Virgin clerk chicks from earlier today:

YT:	Hi
CC:	Hi, did you find everything you wanted today?
YT:	Hmm, yeah, I guess. I mean, how do you answer something like that?
CC:	I know. I don't like asking it, but we've been told we have to.
YT:	I guessed it was something like that cuz suddenly it's like everyone's started asking.
CC:	Sometimes, when we're busy, there'll be a whole bunch of us asking and we'll wait and all do it at the same time.
YT:	Oooh, it's like you're turning it into a subversive act or something.

What next? Questions about free will and determinism when I try to pick up a cheap CD?

DNS madness

I've finally found the source of the dialup problems that have been plaguing me today. Looks like I had my nameservers in the wrong order in /etc/resolv.conf and the box I was using as my primary looks to be down. Gak. I hate computers.