Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Friday, 26 December 2014

R. I. P. Dish-Washer

I helped my father replace my grandparents' fifteen-year-old dish-washer to-day. This required hammering bits of granite off the floor. Turns out dish-washers are not very heavy (still heavy enough, however, to do a number on my back).
Farewell to the old dish-washer; may it rest in pieces.

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

End Of An Era

The Marquess of Fronteira has departed our ranks. We are all the poorer for it.

Saturday, 1 November 2014


Once every 250 years or so, my city is ravaged by a massive earthquake. The last one was 259 years ago to-day. Hm...

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Back And Forth

I spent to-day taking one of my cats to the only veterinary neurologist in the country. A very expensive exam has found that she's been having strokes for a while :(

Friday, 10 October 2014


Those people are not like us. Their hearts are absent; their brains are wrong.

Saturday, 20 September 2014

Computer Surgery

I just removed a stick of RAM that I suspect might be defective from the entrails of my laptop. It was a quick and simple procedure, but it marks my first time handling hardware.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Gun Woman

Stupendously good film. Made me want to vomit. Would watch again, but will not watch a second time.

Monday, 1 September 2014


As I left the station to go to my aunt's house, there was rather a fetching young woman by the side of the road holding a makeshift sign saying Porto - the city whence I now come. She was clearly foreign - blonde hair, reddish tan. Her (strangely black) shirt and shorts were quite small in all respects, as befits the hot weather. I got to thinking, how tremendously brave one must be to simply go unto a strange land and hope to get from place to place through the kindness of passers-by. Many do it without thinking, yet I could never.

Suddenly, Cars In The City

August has ended.

Thursday, 31 July 2014


... I'm pretty sure my father has taken up smoking again as a result of all this stress...

Sunday, 25 May 2014


There were several things to-day.
I took my Aunt to vote. The car wouldn't start; the battery died and had to be replaced (it was, quite promptly, by a very nice man from ACP). I went to vote myself, and took my aunt with me to visit the cats. My remaining Java sparrow was dead at the bottom of the cage. My mother's last remaining fish was dead at the bottom of the tank. I voted PPM. The man at the coffee place asked about my mother, and I had to tell him that she died.
I do not know what to think of to-day.

Friday, 23 May 2014


And I've been summoned to court as a witness on my father's behalf... fun times -.-


... I was told that I sound like Bane after a couple of vicodin. I don't quite know what to think of this...

Thursday, 24 April 2014

Modern Times

Anyone who knows me will be well aware that I am quite indisposed toward all things modern, and, from an aesthetic and political point of view, this is quite true; but, if offered a ticket to the early 18th century, certain considerations there are which would give me pause.
Medicine goes without saying - certain things were forever quite deadly which are now shrugged off as innocuous, and this is a list to which we keep adding; then there is technology.
Technology has made knowledge accessible universally, and it has made communication instantaneous and ubiquitously accessible. This very post is an example of both - I must confess I had to go forth unto Wiktionary to look up "innocuous", a few lines above, just as I wrote it, because something about it seemed off, and I was not completely certain about what it might be; I was justified in giving it two Ns, as it turns out. That's the knowledge part, the keen reader will point out, but what about the ubiquitousness of communication? And I smile delightedly before answering...
I am writing this on a train as it speeds through the Portuguese countryside. The Spring weather alternately showers with rain and bright sunlight the greenery left from wetter times, and the shaking of the carriage makes the mouse tricky to use, but, with my wrists on the rest, typing is quite easy.

Hopefully I shan't suffer a blue screen of death before I am finished (this computer's been a tad naughty of late), but, if I do, I can just wait for the reboot and start over, and that is my point: I have a computer on a train - how amazing is that? Computers haven't been this portable for long, and the internet is quite young also. A mere two hundred years ago none of this was available - including the train.
But this is not all, oh no; my country, despite its rulers, is moving forward. This which I now write was prompted by the littlest of things, less than two weeks ago, before leaving Lisbon for the place whence I now return (Easter at the grandparents'): I saw two young men holding hands, simply, innocently, and in public.
The buildings may be horrid, and the politicians likewise, but this country, despite itself, is enlightened and free, and that makes me happy.

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Google Humour

I clicked a link to a youtube video - this is what greeted me instead:

Wednesday, 15 January 2014