What I do with my time

The situation: it's about an hour until I have to go to a tutorial on Electromagnestism. So I sits me down and log in.

Stage one: check my proper email. OSX mail hippups and flashes "103 unread emails" but that's just a whiff of the digesting process that goes on as Mail swallows the dank compost that gets sent to me every day. It soon settled down to a mere 5 or 6. One is from my parents, another from the Physics department, a third from the Amnesty International group that I support. None of them needs my imemdiate action, so I go on to check my Yahoo Mail, the adresses I got way back when and can't be bothered to configure Mail to get for me. Let me give you a verbatim shot of my inbox today.

saxon corrompera   Lowest mortgage rates
roerpen sterkwater   People that can help
clerklier disgener   Low Mortgage Rates Today
omgewentel hunkin   Mortgage Rates Are Dipping!
foerbud havice   Nation's Leading Mortgage Lender
coloriait discontinuously   Mortgage Rates Are Reducing! 
kurzzeitig governiamo   No Repay Grants! $500 - $50,000!

I don't know how they choose those names. Perhaps they think I'll go "Oh, look, it's my old friend Foerbud. he's always full of good financial advice, let's see what he has to say."

My second normal stop is the "Entertainment" bookmark tab. One example is Penny Arcade, the authors of which I have come to revere. Here's an example of their work that bears directly on what I've just been talking about.

Then, since I'm on a "good" internet connection (I don't know the exact details) I do what every well-endowed netter does: I download music. But in a purely legal and moral sense, you undertsand. I'll explain this in more detail later, because another thing I like to do at times like this is go "Bugger, has it been seventy minutes already?"

Song in my head: "Ginger Green" by Aaron Christiansen