A Neat Mixture of Topics

When I first concidered the idea of a blog, one of the things that puzzled me was, how often should I write? And, more importantly, what about?

It occured to me this morning that I neat not write about anything big, or important, just things that strike me, and I find interesting, or at least deserving of a line or two. 

Today’s is one of them. 

Looking up at trees in winter may seem a little mundane for the ordinary person with 20:20 vision, but if you need glasses it is quite an experience. I was glassesless for about 8 years, and the first thing that struck me when I walked out of the shop was how great the trees looked. I nearly walked into several things because I was looking up at the trees. The branches make little twiggy hands, and look so so black silhouetted against the sky.  

My copy of Wipeout Pure, a racing game, arrived today. 

All is good. 

 With Trees and games,  

I mean, there are a lot of other bad things, 

 Like child poverty, 

 I’m going to click publish now. 

Leap Year

Today is the 29th of February.

 

I don’t often get to say that.

 

I like to imagine that inside the great machine that powers the years, that swings winter into spring, into summer, into autumn, a small gear began to whirr late last night, and an extra day was silently, and inconspicuously added to the calender. I’m sure I felt it click.

 

The days are getting longer, and I feel far better now. I don’t like sitting in a dark classroom, with that sort of drizzle sliding down the windows.

 

I think I’m definitely a summer person.

 

People who say they like winter confuse me. Okay, I love snow, and ice, and that sort of cold frosty smell, but the long night after long night just doesn’t seem appealing.

 

Each to their own.

 

 Not a bad day today, and when I got home, my copy of Sam and Max season one had been helpfully mailed through to me by Telltale Games. I just spent the last twenty minutes looking through it. Check out the Sam and Max page for more information.

 

So. On with March!