Get On, Clip In, Fall Off

Damn technology

So last night I got home fairly late after having a curry in Euston, and because it seemed like an appealing idea at the time sat down to quickly hammer out my last entry here. I didn't want to take too long on it as it was late, it was past my bedtime, and I had to get up in the morning and go to work.

Being sensible, I therefore regularly kept an eye on the clock in my Mac's menu bar. Every time I looked it was saying 00-something, so that was fine. I kept typing a bit more, did a quick editing job. After a time I looked at my watch instead of the menu bar clock, and found to my surprise that it wasn't 00-something at all, it was 0145!

The menu bar clock had stopped an hour earlier. I have no idea why. Maybe the little gnomes inside my machine had forgotten to wind it up. Still, this is a fine example of how technology is fallible, and also explains why, whoa, I feel really rough this morning.