Just to remind...

...I'm still alive.

I can't believe how hectic the last few weeks have been. And they continue hectic - I've been working all day, out for a punching session in the park (I must write about this sometime - it's the best thing) and then back to do more work.

One of the other reasons for my appalling neglect of Mock Duck is that Typepad seems to have gone into some weird comatose state when it takes hours to load a compose page. It's been driving me nuts. It has tried to mediate the annoyance of this with lots of friendly messages along the lines of "Finding Typepad a bit slow? Press this button" - which has precisely no effect whatsoever.

So, What do I have to tell you? Not a lot. SM4A is on Amazon, which I had no idea about until a friend said "oh go on, look, look" and I did the expected "oh no, I couldn't" and "I'm sure it won't be" etc. Anyhow I went into Amazon and typed it in and up it appeared - sandwiched in between various books with bottoms and bondage on the front.  Those of a nervous disposition look away now. You'll have to scroll down a bit. I can't help thinking it looks like a small kid in the playground who has inadvertently strayed into uber-trendy "bad kid" drug-taking glue-sniffing brigade. Quite sweet really.

More bizarrely still is that a couple of very lovely friends have preordered it which is a very  funny thought when, for this past week, the only physical form it has taken is as a sea of papers strewn about my room. It is a strange thought that people I know have bought it already when, in a sense, it doesn't yet exist. Well, of course it does, I know that. And I suppose the sea of papers isn't "it" as such. But- you know. Odd.

I also played badminton with a lot of lovely computer programmers from The Geek's office. Which ended up with me punching the air, high-fivesing and doing floor dives of triumph (or alternatively, throwing racket, having tantrums and storming out on my partners) whilst the very-much-better-behaved menfolk all watched on politely. Which is not really how it should be. As a good feminist I'm always complaining about the over-competitiveness of blokes. I really am a social embarrassment.

Should I talk about the weather? No, I think I shouldn't.

Reading Char's latest post on Musings, I realise my technology is shit. I've no idea how to trace anyone looking at the site, let alone work out how many times a day they are looking at it. I certainly wouldn't complain if anyone wanted to look at Mockduck 4 times a day - hey, you have my blessing! Although I've a horrible feeling it would turn out to be my mum.

What happened to the summer, eh?