Secret Project Report

Some creative photoshopping (actually The Gimp-ing, but it doesn’t make as good a verb) on a photo I took a couple of days ago:

I remembered a couple more random things I’d been meaning to blog about, before being distracted by deleting half my entry the other day. For a start, I’d promised to post the official list of books from our fabulous “When Ballycumber went to Dunedin…” memory game we played on our way down to the booksale….

Ventura As we drove south, the landscape changed from the fresh spring greens of northern California to a dustier, drier look. Instead of strawberry fields there were oil wells (literally hundreds within an area of a few square km on land, and a few much bigger ones out to sea) and citrus orchards. The roads…

The perennial problem of writing a diary is that when you’re busy, you’ve got lots to write about and no time to write it, and when you’ve got plenty of time to write, you’ve got nothing significant to say… Anyway, now that the rush is over, I’ll attempt to catch up a bit. Going back…

I discovered that it was raining at about 5 o’clock this morning, when Ming decided to crawl under the covers with me. Unfortunately, he decided this just after he’d been outside in the rain, so I was rudely awoken by a sopping wet and very cold cat pressing against my legs – not a pleasant…

Had a decent aftershock early this morning – a very noisy 5.3 that rumbled away for ages in that disconcerting way that makes you wonder if it’s going to build up into a really big one. It didn’t, but still not a good way to be woken up at 3am! The really annoying thing is…