yawn

Slow morning. I get days like these from time to time. Forget the rush, the clock that ticks time away at double speed. Suddenly everything seems to come to a grinding halt and frustration shifts focus from that of having too much, to that of having too little to occupy oneself with. The office still hasn't managed to sort out a broadband connection and I've distanced myself with the circus clown affair they're having with Telewest ((from whom they wish to depart)) and British Telecom ((to whom they wish to move back)). Indulging myself on the Internet is then out of the question because dial-up is unbearable and our ISP keeps dropping the connection at random intervals. Eurobell/Telewest have really crapped up, though this is not surprising, as is it not surprising how the office fell for Eurobell's advertising hype when they first came to Plymouth offering their services. Should have stuck with BT. Ah well, no skin off my nose.

With the Internet not being an option for mind numbing time filler...how about games? Well sure, solitaire runs alright on these aging systems, however, unless you're up to playing games from four years ago then there's really not much point. I had actually intended to bring Doom3 into the office today, partly so I could use the level editor in my quiet moments and also out of curiosity to see how well the game itself would run on these old systems, if at all. Of course, I forgot all about that until I sat down at my desk this morning. D'oh! Just typical. I'm enjoying using d3radiant and learning to use it was just a matter of refreshing your mind on the use of q3radiant, upon which it is based. There are two collections of video tutorials on the basics from doom3world.com and some guy called Brian. You can find both these collections in the fileplanet.com doom3 editing section.

The two partners went to some meeting this morning. I had been left with a few minor notes to add to a drawing which took all of five minutes to complete. It probably took the chap more time to write these notes on the drawing before passing it on to me. You wouldn't think he could have simply opened up the drawing from his workstation and added these notes himself. Nothing new there mind. The weather took a turn for the better here in Plymouth. Tavistock was very dark and grey this morning when I left for work but the sun was shining by the time I arrived at the office. Quite a contrast to the little storm brewing in my head...only to find myself with nothing to do. Heck, it's almost as bad as having too much to do.

Not long before lunch, the partners returned and I was given an old people's home to design. I'd only designed one just yesterday, so this was not only a surprise but a relatively simple task. Lunch time came and I had done the bulk of the design. After having printed it off, I jumped in the car and drove up to the moor. The sun was shining until I parked up and got my walking shoes on. Regardless of the now threatening skies, I marched off and returned twenty minutes later. Driving back toward the A386 from which I'd get back into Plymouth, the lane ahead became a sea of white fluffy killer sheep. I have nothing against sheep to be frank with you, although my dog doesn't like them at all. Mind you, they're stupid creatures when it comes to road safety. Did no one think to give them a copy of the green cross code before setting them loose on the moors? Come to think of it, the number of suicidal people I see trying to cross dual carriage ways, fully laden with shopping bags and children, within sight of a footbridge or pelican crossing would perhaps excuse the sheep somewhat. We are, as human beings, supposedly smarter than your average sheep...aren't we? Well in some cases Lord only knows...

During the afternoon it rained...and rained...then rained some more. I was under no pressure to finish this old people's home for a meeting in ten minutes or anything, so took my time over it. I finished it in plenty of time. Was pleased to get home.