
One of my pet hates is redundant language; I reserve the right to “really truly” for emphasis if I want to, but all that “05-hundred AM in the morning” stuff is for cock jockeys. Here’s a little visual celebration of redundancy in action:

There are a lot of things I like about this. First of all, I’m just happy that somebody bothered to make up some nice professional looking signage rather than just writing it on a piece of paper taped to the window. That restores my faith in the quirked priorities of humanity. I also like the fact that their offer of a puppy goes some way to ameliorate the threat to give children strong caffeine beverages. And look, if you don’t want the kids to drink espresso then don’t leave them unattended, right? You can see more of Karen’s photos on Flickr. [...]
Do allow yourself a little bit of mythos. It’s “the Cloud”, for fuck’s sake. Gods might be in there somewhere, playing What the Neighbours Did and sneering at our metaphysical shagpile carpeting.

OK, back to this. Johnny B Truant is now on Lesson 3 of The Tao of Awesome (which showed up in my inbox this morning); I am on Lesson 1 (just). Meanwhile, I have a newly broken rib. It only hurts when I breathe. So here we go: Johnny will now take my avalanche of to-do and teach me to turn it into a manageable and less-fuck-up-able working system. The secret is to do less things that don’t matter, and spend more time on things that do matter. Cheers, Truant. But he promises it’ll work, though easier said than done. [...]
“Super Softy Luxury soft toilet roll”. The paper is not soft. Neither is it remotely luxurious. Now I’m annoyed. All I really wanted was something cheap to wipe my arse on, but you promised me super softy luxury and you let me down.