- coding (for some reason, I can get lost in coding for hours. Days, even.)
- sniffing out an FTP program
- browsing for plugins
- playing sudoku (I can't help it, I'm hooked)
- scouring the net for collective nouns
So I've solved a "diabolical" sudoku (from Thursday's Sydney Morning Herald), I've downloaded FileZilla, and I've installed a random-quote plugin. Now the new and improved sidebar will serve up a random quote on every pageload (because, clearly, that's important).
And I've wasted precious seconds wondering how some collective nouns arose. Why is it a watch of nightingales, when they're renowned for their song? I love collective nouns, particularly the fanciful ones for birds. And, despite my search distracting me with such phrases as an amalgamation of metallurgists (it's chemical engineering humour, probably), I've yet to determine whether it really is an uber-inflation of balloons. I've found no evidence to support the phrase. And why do I need to know? Well, that's the beauteous part: I don't. At all. Not even for research for a story. Just idle curiosity, so trivial it wouldn't even shave a cat let alone kill it.