Slartibartfast syndrome

In a discussion with my manager today I described a tendency I have to approach any new area of work by finding something in it that's close to my previous work. Not only had my manager already noticed this problem, he'd given it a name - the Slartibartfast syndrome.

It's nice to work for someone who has the same cultural references.

Nothing to see here, move along please.

Those of you who read this blog avidly (you know who you are, even if I don't) will have noticed that I haven't written anything since early June. That's over two months in which I've not felt moved to put finger to keyboard here. I've been wondering why that is.

I could have ranted about the new look on Facebook or the BBC web pages, with their uncomfortably wide fixed width. I'm not changing my preferred browser window width for anybody, so it's their fault if I don't see the whole page now.

I could have written an essay entitled "what I did on my holiday". Sarah and I went to the Loire valley and stayed in a gite near Ste Catherine-de-Fierbois. We had a leisurely drive there and back, staying in hotels in Compiegne, Pouilly-sur-Loire, Angers and Beauvais. The weather wasn't too wonderful, but we enjoyed visiting all the sites and had some great meals out.

I could even bore you all to tears by going on about how much I like my new (to me) car, and how quickly I've got used to its high tech 6-speed computer controlled gearbox.

But I just haven't felt like writing anything.