Saturday, January 12, 2013

Where does the time go?

This is ridiculous. I'm retired now, and I have almost no free time. Or so it seems. Exactly one week ago I started a new post for this blog - the first in a planned trilogy, a sightseeing excursion through the sub electronic twilight zone of internet side-street detours. Nothing serious, deep thoughts not required. Just a signpost up ahead to things which might catch one's fancy, late night interests for daytime dwellers. Maybe I'll get there, we'll see.

I've just popped in for a quick visit between stirs of the steel cut oatmeal. I've run across the following a couple of times now in my travels in the lands of ones and zeroes, and I wanted to put it here where I can find it, and where friends might see it too. It's a clip from an 11pm satirical television show, which often ends up being the best news and commentary program around. It concerns the aftermath of that terrible storm which devastated two different places I used to live, and a whole lot more besides. I just wanted to make it clear that I have a personal interest in this. It's a great illustration of the madness which is prevalent in my country.




Well done, folks, well done.


4 comments:

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

After my folks retired they used to say they didn't know where they ever found the time to go to work.

sdt (a.k.a. stevil) said...

mbj/Delores - I understand that comment too well - now... but I'm not going to go back to work in order to have more time available...

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

Me neither Stevil...me neither.

Susan Flett Swiderski said...

My hubby retired about eleven years ago, and it didn't take him long at all before he was wondering how in the world he ever had time to work. That's a GOOD thing. The retirees who have "nothing to do" and are bored either end up getting another job, or growing old before their time.