A Day of Inconsequential Ineffectualities

Must be doing something right. ✓

So today. Whatta? Zaps are at it again, Bob from council as ineffectual as ever — all while sounding like he's about to require the Heimlich because whatever rule book he's swallowed is lodged somewhere it shouldn't be. Spam callers with remarkable precision and that squeaky American twang, likely the result a bad nosejob and a misguided elocutionist. Eight hours formatting the most basic HTML (something I have done ad nauseum) due to some apparent UTF-8 glitch : em dashes, en dashes, cultural Imperialism, "smart" quotations - apps assisting by guessing, naturally. The mouse having a life of its own and the return of the cursor jumping back to the start of a line. Every. Single. Time. Hooray.

Bank accounts blaring insufficient funds when there aren't any insufficiencies to speak of. An overworked register at Coles that couldn't fathom I had a yellow capsicum, then — when I finally found it to enter manually — refused to believe I'd placed it in my bag. The lady came over, who had helped me with the card matter earlier opened the bit where the receipt gets spat out, and said, "This generally gives it a kick." I said, "Just needs a firm boot in the rear end." She agreed. I continued: "There are quite a few people I know who could do with one of those." She chuckled politely.

One final special treat after a 38C Day at 10.15pm, I had a lovely cool shower and used my special apple scented shampoo that I used to love as a boy. Proustian.