This week, I have mostly been:

  • Entertaining our El Salvadorian friend.
  • Attending a City of York council consultation meeting, like a proper grown-up concerned resident type person. Didn't contribute to the debate though. I'm only a Level 1 Nimby.
  • Changing the font on my website every single day, and basically coming to the conclusion that Google Web Fonts are abysmal. Odd – it's not like Google to release a poorly-executed, half-arsed product, is it?
  • Appreciating, once again, you lovely people and your generosity of wisdom, knowledge and opinion. Lots of great thoughts regarding the fine art of portfoliory.
  • Watching the final Harry Potter. By far the best of the bunch, but I stand by the opinion that the films are poorly adapted. They work as motion-illustrations that accompany the books, but for those unfamiliar with the texts, great chunks make no sense whatsoever. And that really is a three-film story, not an eight-film one.
  • Having a second look around Potential Wedding Venue A. It's niiiiice.
  • Finally making enough commission with my little shop to get my hands on another big Hellboy book. Except I can't access the money yet. It will apparently take Amazon sixty days to transfer an Amazon voucher from my Amazon account into my Amazon account. Ah the magic of the web.
  • Investing in something rather exciting (in a sad, egotistical way) that will probably result in me changing the name of this blog. AGAIN. The first of several planned investments for the future self-employed me.
  • Contemplating a taxonomy of twitter profile pics. I currently fall under "Head Tilt/Greyscale/Nose".
  • Winning a lovely Last Exit to Nowhere t-shirt. Soon, my entire wardrobe will be based on the works of Stephen King, which will please Dr B no end.
  • Marvelling at the web design skills of Daniel Howells.
  • Getting the hang of OSX Lion, and realising that a trackpad would actually be really useful now. As would a new iMac for that matter.
  • Having a lovely drink-and-quiz with some current and old work mates. As much as I moan about office life (see: every fifth tweet), there'll be some people I'll actually miss working with.
  • Popping out to get some toilet roll and subsequently buying a sofa from the Habitat sale.
  • Watching two burly men make a complete pig's ear out of getting a sofa up our stairs and eventually giving up, because they didn't listen to me when I suggested that maybe it could be taken aprt. It was basically this, but for two hours.
  • Finally sitting down on our lovely new sofa, only to find that whilst all that was going on, it had developed sentience and started tweeting.