I have nothing on this weekend apart from cleaning and catching up on sleep (which would work better if I'd slept later), so how about a discussion.

I think occasionally about what would be the worst job I could possibly do. Not because it's a terrible job per se, or something I couldn't do because I haven't had the training, but something that I just couldn't do no matter what.

I think the worst thing I can come up with is hearse driver - because I have a phobia of dead bodies and I hate driving.

So what's yours?

Our (unofficial) work car park is small and has no lines printed on it. After living somewhere where the parking spaces were really narrow, I tend to feel that if I can get out of the driver's side easily I've parked too close.

This morning I parked perfectly: I had to get out the passenger side.

I've been enjoying Victorian Pharmacy because it's interesting to see what people thought of diseases, how they coped with them, how healthcare was dealt with etc. The Victorian era was really interesting because so much changed.

But it also makes me think about what people in the future will think of how we lived. We look back at how people lived 150 years ago and it seems so primitive: no cars, no TV, no welfare state etc. So in 150 years time people will look back at how we lived and think it's so primitive and they couldn't have lived in the early 21st century.

The trouble with living in it at the moment is I can't imagine how people's lives will change. There are plenty of people predicting how technology will change etc, but it's more a question of how all the new inventions and discoveries in the next 150 years will affect the people living then.

They'll look back and wonder how we didn't know that and how we survived without this, but who knows what this and that might be? I think I'd like to go to the future and have a look. Although would it make the present seem primitive and unliveable in?

This weekend I've been quite productive. I have:

• Defrosted the fridge (it was desperate - but now my back and legs ache from it
• Wrote 10 drabbles for the 100 drabbles - I'm now up to 51, so over halfway there!
• Watched all of The Chase commentary, which was really interesting. My lovefilm rental list now consists of The Avengers, Ewan MacGregor films and a whole load of stuff they won't give me
• Watched two episodes of The Prisoner - I have four left on my PVR, although there's another one on tomorrow

Friday I went to the pub at lunch and then to a different pub after work. I was really dizzy after all that pubbing and not enough relaxing. Even though I sat with my back to most of the room, so I couldn't see much movement. The reason for going after work was to see someone who left in December to go travelling and she'd come back to visit for the afternoon.

I have sometimes wondered if I've missed out by not going travelling, but I wouldn't want to give up my job (especially during a recession) and before I got it I wouldn't have been confident enough to go. Now I can say that I haven't missed out at all. Most of the places she went to I've either been to or don't want to go to. With the exception of New Zealand, which is a hard place to get to, partly because it is the furthest away from here you can go, and also because there are too many people to see in Australia. So I'm happy just seeing the world a couple of weeks at a time - which is generally plenty because I need to go home for a rest after that.

I swear there is some sort of conspiracy against me by the god of petrol. If the petrol's going up, then any time I think about getting petrol but don't for some reason, it goes up 1p the next day. If petrol's going down, then any time I get petrol it goes down 1p the next day.

I thought about getting petrol the same day every week to get around it, but I don't need petrol every week. I do try and fill the car up when I'm down to half a tank, but that's mainly on the basis that the pumps aren't designed for people with small hands and any longer holding it really makes my hand hurt.

I've been meaning to buy petrol all week, especially as yesterday it went down to three eighths of a tank (my petrol gauge comes in eight discrete units). I finally managed to buy some this morning, on my way to work. I passed the petrol station on my way home and the petrol's gone down 1p.

There must be some sort of god waiting for me to think about/buy petrol just to change the price, it's the only explanation.

I am in need of recs of blogs/LJs/communities to follow. Anything with an RSS/atom feed counts, as does Twitter. I am sure there is some interesting stuff out there that I am rubbish at finding for myself.

Any feed with titles only or partial doesn't count because I can't read that without putting in effort. Anyone who posts to Twitter a lot also doesn't count because TweetDeck only picks up the last 200 tweets and I only read Twitter in the evenings when I put my main laptop on.

Seven things about my writing process - as done by melliyna and avon7. Read more...

Today has been one of those days. I woke up to find three fire engines and a police car at the end of the road... By the time I left for work it was two police cars and a fireman van type thing and a fire engine that tried to get into the road as I was going out. Except that it's just not wide enough for that...

Then I thought work would be relatively quiet so I could get some stuff done, but it was ridiculous instead. I needed to start on a new project, thought I could do it in the morning, then thought I could do it at 4pm, then 5pm and eventually started ten minutes after home time...

But on the plus side, our Rotaract handover/16th charter celebration last night was good, especially to see some old friends. And I got home to find altariel1's Doctor Who book on my mat, which I am saving for my train journey to London on Sunday.

Since jay_of_lasgalen asked, a write-up of my two days at Wimbledon. Read more...

The end of Wimbledon's like finishing a good book - you don't quite know what to do with yourself. It's good that it's over because now I can get some stuff done. And there's only so much tennis you can watch (and Virginia Wade you can mute). The downside is that there's now no tennis, two weeks of TV on my PVR to catch up with and stuff I ought to do and don't want to. It's a good thing I'm not into cycling as well, otherwise my summer would completely consist of sport!

I was going to write about my two days at Wimbledon, but I just don't have the energy. And work is busy enough that I'm not going to get the energy before I forget it all. But there are lots of photos. And I mean lots. There are 41 from the first Thursday (including my annotated ones - also Murray, Nadal and the Queen) and somehow I managed to take 110 yesterday... I now have more photos from Wimbledon than anything else, at least based on my flickr tag cloud.