Saving money on bicycles

Yesterday I dug my bike out of its bag, dusted it off, discovered the gears didn't shift and the brakes didn't stop, and took it to my local bike shop, where I yelped "Fix it" and then ran away.

Rabbiting on

Last night I ran through my rabbit material with my girlfriend, who was a little put out to have to listen to twenty minutes of paranoiac rabbit based conjecture, but was good enough to give me an audience as we walked to the cake shop.

Children, air conditioning, inexplicable rage

It was another sunny day in Hong Kong, but I spent all but fifteen minutes of it in the office, wildly gesticulating at my screen, while my computer emulated a grumpy teenager, sullenly refusing to respond to any of my commands.

Perhaps that was the problem; commanding children is unlikely to be a successful parenting approach. Then again, my other normal methods for dealing with problems (leave it for six months and see if it gets better on its own, which works for damaged camera lens and ill-maintained dehumidifier units, and spray it with WD40 and stick it down the shed, which has varying success rates within the realm of bicycle maintenance) are unlikely to count as good childrearing either.