Semi Colons

It took a gentle kick yesterday; it takes more of a body slam this morning to get L moving. She does fade as the week goes on. Although come to think of it, she isn’t very good on Mondays either.

L’s not so secretly plotting my next film. There are two films due out soon, both based on books that she’s read, brilliant ones or so she says, but she can't decide which one I'll hate the most. Apparently when I dislike a film I write a much more entertaining review. That’s despite the fact I still get the usual critique from her about my use or rather lack of use of semi colons. This is unwarranted, both the criticism and usually the semi colons. Who needs a semi colon when you can have a full stop? Anyhow, I don’t see a potentially entertaining review being a sufficient reason to take me to more awful films.

As I was looking something up about itunes on the internet today, I came across an article by someone who was moaning about the petty restrictions in the licence agreement. I just had to check to see whether they were correct, and yes they were.

‘You also agree that you will not use these products for any purposes prohibited by United States law, including, without limitation, the development, design, manufacture or production of missiles, or nuclear, chemical or biological weapons.’

(Quoted from the itunes licence agreement)

Yes folks, you cannot use itunes to manufacture missiles or nuclear, chemical or biological weapons. Damn. So what are we supposed to use instead? More to the point, what feature of itunes enables you to do this? My searches so far on google haven’t been very helpful.



As I head off to dog class, L tells me to make the little fatso work hard. The poor mite, now L is been less than complimentary about him. Daughter never has been; she’s been calling him fatso since day one. I promise to try and give him a good work out. Doggo too could do with shedding a bit of his podginess. Then whilst I attempt to trim down the chubby ones, L goes off on a cycle. I text her to say ‘enjoy it’ and promptly get told off for putting the words ‘enjoy’ and ‘bike’ in the same sentence. It’s lucky I didn’t throw a random semi colon in there as well.

In Need Of A Brown Paper Bag

It’s a bit cold this morning, especially on the bike but in the home it certainly isn’t, despite what the girls in the house might say (it’s never warm enough for them). The central heating is still working.

I feel sorry for a fellow cyclist who stops to let out at motorist from a side road and then nearly gets mown down by another car turning left from behind. He won’t do that again. Most cyclists are this nice to motorists when they start out, usually being one themselves, but it soon gets battered out of you after a few months cycling to work.

L got her bike out as well today, or the dreaded bike as she prefers to calls it, and made it to the pool for a swim. Seems she was pleased she did. As not only did she get a bike and a swim, she got to share the pool with a lifesaving class, complete with allegedly hunky lycra clad lifeguards. Glad I missed it.

I try and administer the kiss of life to Daughter’s ailing ipod, well itunes does. Not that itunes has ever achieved anything positive for me and it doesn’t for Daughter’s ipod either. It’s making a strange noise, I think something terminal has gone inside. It appears to be an ex-ipod, a deceased one. Funeral arrangements and where you can send flowers to will be announced in due course.

The hell of technology problems. Our CD drive at home is also deceased, so I churn my way through twelve disks of Sophie Kinsella converting them to mp3, so that I can bring her home with me tonight, for L you understand. Now all I need is the digital equivalent of a brown paper bag to cover that part of my hard drive, in case I get caught with something dodgy on my computer.



In the evening L takes Doggo out for a walk. I take MD to class. He’s such a well behaved dog at class, no idea why L moans about him.