Two strange and somewhat worrying things have occurred already this Saturday.
One | Yesterday I was sent spam email ordaining me as a minister in the Universal Life Church (based in California). Today I received in a physical envelope a certificate of the same. Only this letter was hand delivered to my house, and I live in London. A very scary mix of the virtual and the real. (Add to that the backpack full of documents left outside my front door, and I get the feeling I'm involved in something much larger and more complex than I realise.)
Two | Neighbours across and slightly further down the street are watching extremely filthy pornography with the curtains open. How do I know? Because their tele seemed to be showing some pink and rhythmic looking, so I checked it out with my binoculars for ten minutes or so, until I was sure what it was.
Granted, in the second of those incidents the party being strange and worrying was myself, but it's still a lot for a single day. More news as it happens.
Update: They're still watching porn. (By the way, if you read a weblog today that says anything like "He's still watching me with those damn binoculars!", could you let me know please? I'll be more discreet.)
Two strange and somewhat worrying things have occurred already this Saturday.
One | Yesterday I was sent spam email ordaining me as a minister in the Universal Life Church (based in California). Today I received in a physical envelope a certificate of the same. Only this letter was hand delivered to my house, and I live in London. A very scary mix of the virtual and the real. (Add to that the backpack full of documents left outside my front door, and I get the feeling I'm involved in something much larger and more complex than I realise.)
Two | Neighbours across and slightly further down the street are watching extremely filthy pornography with the curtains open. How do I know? Because their tele seemed to be showing some pink and rhythmic looking, so I checked it out with my binoculars for ten minutes or so, until I was sure what it was.
Granted, in the second of those incidents the party being strange and worrying was myself, but it's still a lot for a single day. More news as it happens.
Update: They're still watching porn. (By the way, if you read a weblog today that says anything like "He's still watching me with those damn binoculars!", could you let me know please? I'll be more discreet.)