Bits

In May 2006, I lamented that there isn’t enough time to do the things I want to do.

Amusingly, on that very day, I started a (parody) religion, which eventually became known as The Smiters of Iniquity. That has fizzled a bit, but I did it.

So what else on that list from seven-and-a-half years ago have I completed?

  • There isn’t enough time to spend a day with my boyfriend, doing nothing.

    This one’s easy. We’re married now. As anyone who’s married knows, you spend a lot of time with your significant other, doing very little.

  • There isn’t enough time to repack my cupboard and throw out old clothes.

    We moved to Canada in 2010. I may need to donate old clothes, but I repacked my cupboard at the beginning of winter. The basement office is my next challenge.

  • There isn’t enough time to repack my bookcase.

    Since the iPad was invented, my bookcase has taken on less generous proportions.

  • There isn’t enough time to finish ShutOff 2006.

    Um. Yeah. Still on the list.

  • There isn’t enough time to watch Queer as Folk.

    We finished watching this before we left South Africa.

  • There isn’t enough time to watch Battlestar Galactica.

    I’ve made it to Season 4, but still don’t know who the 12th Cylon is.

  • There isn’t enough time to write.

    A never-ending problem. Except I decided last month that I want to write a technical book now. I’ve even enlisted the help of one or more Ph.D.s (or however you pluralise that).

  • There isn’t enough time to read.

    Thanks to the iPad, I can now read in bed with the lights off.

  • There isn’t enough time to play computer games.

    Um. Yeah. Still on the list. I play iOS games, but it’s not the same as Dragon Age or The Sims.


This is mostly fluff, especially how much things change in seven years, but it’s useful to look back on goals you’ve set and see how you’re doing.

How does your list look?

We Will Remember Them

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

— Laurence Binyon