Local colour

Last night, walking home, we walked through half-a-dozen dust devils. These are swirls of leaves and dust, perhaps a few metres high, whipped around by the wind. They're a sort of loose and saggy micro version of a tornado. I've seen them before, of course, but never before in the centre of town. The rest of tthe time, the wind was gusty but mostly going in a straight line, a genuine dust storm.

Information sources and Angel-as-CEO

I'm doing fun stuff at work again but it's fun stuff that requires a fair degree of concentration. And after last night's insomnia, I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone program stuff. So I'm brewing myself a strong cup of tea and will dawdle while I wait for the caffeine to hit.

( Some thoughts on Angel S5 to _Destiny_ )

Ooh, someone just rang. Apparently I've won a Xmas hamper.