So, I’m back to work on monday, and should be further along with my dissertation. I lose all my points today, because having spent the morning cleaning the garage I was hot and tired, and not in the mood. I sat here and poked at it, but the niggling headache which has surrounded my dissertation the last few days came back, and I…being weak, and feeble, abandoned my dissertation and the heat and lay downstairs watching telly. I suck. Tomorrow shall be a better day. No telly. None. Not until 2000 words are on the damn page, at least. Promise. Nor any internet dinkage. Nor even e-mail. Tweet me not, the browser shall be closed tonight and unless I need a thesaurus, not reopened.
However, whilst I dinked around I did find the solution to a minor problem. See, I had the best idea ever for a present for Kathryn. It is awesome. Well, I think it’s awesome. I’m so pleased with it I’ve been ridiculously over excited just thinking about it. Unfortunately it’s now getting on for 8 months late.
See, I had this idea, and I wanted to make this thing, but it’s not the simplest thing in the world. Especially because I don’t have endless scads of money, nor time, nor the ability to hunt out exactly the components that would make it work perfectly.
Eventually, a while ago, I settled on a solution that I wasn’t 100% keen on. I got the bits, but it never fired me up the same way that the original concept had, because, well… it wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t even as near to perfect as I reckoned I could get. I’ve hunted second hand shops, charity shops, e-bay (but didn’t want to leave a search running, as well, it might pop up while I was sat dinking on the laptop next to her). I tried the car-boot* sale at Bristol Fruit Market today – I’d allowed half an hour. It took maybe 15 minutes to walk the whole-sad-and-distressingly-pathetic thing. I think it’s because when I grew up these things would occupy entire abandoned airstrips and be filled with the most awesome stuff. Or perhaps that’s just the awesomeness of kid-vision. But I was kinda disappointed.
Anyhow, I spent some time poking at the internet and found the answer. It’s not 100% the answer I’d like, but it’s pretty close. Part of it is 100% exactly what I was looking for and part of it hits, maybe 80%. So now I just wait for those bits to arrive, and I can make the belated present.
After I finish this damn dissertation. Or maybe whilst it’s in for its second reading. Hrm.
* USians – think garage-sale in a field, with lots of people’s garages. It’s kind of a trunk-sale. Only with tables. :)
