Thanks are due too to the Guardian, which should receive a special award in stating the flaming obvious.

Oh, and relating to the previous post, it turns out the Catholics haven’t listed a patron saint for insomnia, although they have one for Piles. Go figure. Maybe more Catholics have a pain in the arse than can’t sleep. I notice there also isn’t a patron saint of paedophiles, which is surprising considering some of their priests. And yes, each of those links is for a different story.

Thanks to Dave at Davezilla for drawing St. Isidore to my attention. I never really thought that Catholics had a sense of humour (well, except for that “contraception is a sin” thing) until now. Maybe they still don’t. But it made me laugh. And the additional comments within his added to that humour with the Novena for Reliable Connection.

Much needed dose of humour there. Now, I wonder if there’s a patron saint for Insomniacs? St Wakey of Bedworld or something….

Why is it that Insomnia, having chosen to release me from it’s grip for just one blissful night of sleep, decides to do it on a weekday, so I still have to wake up and go to work?

Would it be too much to ask for – just once, just keffing once – to be released from the grip on a Friday or Saturday night? Is that so unreasonable, for just one really good night’s sleep to happen on a weekend?

Obviously it is…..

Ah joy – another period of dropping my caffiene intake. Just what I wanted. Mind you, it’s kind of worrying, knowing that it’s taken ’til now before the withdrawal headache has started to kick in properly. And no, I shall still hold out and see how long I can go before cracking completely.

Update 5pm
That’ll be about now then.

Sometimes you really do have to laugh. It’s either that or kill someone.

So, today, Sainsbury’s, Debenhams, BP and a couple of others have linked together to form their new rewards scheme, Nectar. So you pick up a pack, and go to the “easy convenient” online registration.

Except that, of course, the site is fucked. Not in a weird browser, but in IE. They’ve stuffed the Javascript to submit details, and go on to the next page. Not even .asp, but bastard Javascript. How impressed am I? Not very.

OK, so the web registration’s fucked. Fill in the form and go via snailmail. Fill it in. Do all the necessary ticks, squiggles, and personal info that these places know and love so much. Try to seal the envelope to post it.

Um. Where’s the glue? Yes, the envelope has no stickiness to it – it is a glueless envelope. I’m cursed, I’m sure I am. Either that, or Sainsbury’s have been as impressively organised as ever…

I’m sorry to be horribly provincial, because it’ll mean absolutely keff all to anyone outside the UK, but I’m beginning to find the ads for the Halifax a complete pain in the arse. I could tolerate them intiially, but now they’re just tedious. Use the link here to register your disapproval on their web logs… (Nothing will come up except a 404 error on your browser, but it’ll point to a missing page that their logs will show up)

Sometimes you just have to laugh. The Jesus Video is one of those times. Reading the about us page is enough to reduce me to giggles, I’m afraid.

And then a search on good old Google (God love it) produced – among many others – the Jesus licence plate, Jesus merchandise at www.jesus.com (I couldn’t make this up, more’s the pity), and still my personal favourite for pure vomit-induction pictures of Jesus and your loved ones. (more examples, including an 11/9 memorial edition) at this page