This week -- Greenenders: ICE

In addition to everything else this week, I got round to defrosting my fridge. (Well, ok, mainly by the natural physical processes of combustion, radiation, and gravity.) For some reason, I feel there must be a really clever metaphor in here somewhere, but I'm not sure what it is:

* Titanic
* If the mountain can't break Mohammad...
* Maybe I should have saved all that unsanitary ice for punting/garden party.
* Hmmm. I have a spare freezer compartment, I can make as many kilograms as I can carry and smash it into icecuboids. I wonder how many hours an N00g block of ice will last.
* The less you have to do, the less time you have to do anything else. But the more you have to do, the more time you have to do anything else.
* We face bin packing problems. Defrosting, or even doing washing, or cooking, takes a chunk of time of which there are way too many to fit into my week. But it takes *me* five minutes twice with an N hour gap, and the problem is fitting all these nonconnected lumps together. Fortunately, many times are flexible.
* ICE is an inherently cool name for anything.
* I am a good boy and because insofar as I didn't attack my cooling elements with a screwdriver. But it quite satisfying peeling off sheets.

Tuesday, Richard's Party

First I dropped in to the Trinity BA society to see who else I knew. It was very much knocking down dominos: "Hi! How are you? Good, me too! Any plans for next year? He's fine, how about [name]? Great, ooh, I see [name], I must circulate" bam, bam, bam, catching up with several people quickly and then going on.

Then I headed off to Mr_Ricarno's brithday party. This was really fun, thank you, Richard! It was all well organised, with a private dining room, U-table, nice food and nice wine. I only knew a few people (mostly CTS), but recognised a couple more[1], and chatted to many. Richard apparently has lots of nice friends. I think he was a bit surprised so many people could come, but everyone has some birthdays no-one can make and some where everyone comes and brings a friend.

I spent most of the dinner gossipping with Naath and Becky, which was lovely. Then we went into speaches, and maths jokes, and circulating round the table hugging people you know. I got to say "No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know the Bishop of Norwich."

Afterward we went down to the bar for arguments about religion, ticklefights, stroking each other's hair and comparing it to armpits (yeah, and you have cooties :)), and so forth.

Invitation -- Mao on Tuesday

I've promised a couple of friends a mao party this tuesday (20th). Would anyone else like to come? We may play another silly game first if people want.

ETA: If enough people prefer it could be moved to fri -- CTS croquet may end up clashing :(