Blogs, eh?

It turns out both the people I live with have blogs. And I'm way cooler than them,so I guess I'd better start one too. (Strikes pose)

Uh, yes.

Today I return to Swindon, a lovely place that epitomises why the private automobile was the worst thing to happen to British civilisation ever (and that's even after you account for Thatcher and cheap alcohol. Which may both be symptoms, I'm not sure.)

Ranting aside (and oh, how those words pain me) it's been a thrilling day here. I've been eating biscuits and trying to motivate myself to read the OpenGL manual. It's better than Direct3D, in the same way that eating play-dough is better than eating concrete. It hurts less, but it still tastes like sh*t, and you really have to wonder why you're bothering when you could just feed the concrete to someone else and slope off to the sandwich shop. In fact...